Court of Justice.
"Your Excellency, the presiding judge."
In the cold and gloomy hall, Herbert calmly bowed slightly to the sturdy man who was sitting quietly with his head bowed, and saluted.
The bald burly man wore a strange spiked crown on his head, which covered his eyes, leaving only the lower half of his face showing no sign of emotion.
His body was wrapped in thick dark red thorns. The sharp spikes pierced through his clothes and penetrated deep into his skin, constantly absorbing nutrients and magic power from his flesh and blood. He looked quite creepy.
Although he doesn't look like a good guy, he is one of the high-ranking officials of the Misty Monastery.
In the Misty Monastery, in addition to the elusive archbishop, there are three cardinals who are the top leaders in the open.
They are the [Chief Judge] who leads all matters of the Inquisition, the [Keepers] who guard the various treasures, and the [Master of the Knights] who commands all paladins, monks, and other ascetics.
The person in front of him at this moment is the chief judge who is responsible for managing all affairs of the tribunal and is known as the Bishop of Thorns.
The functions of the Inquisition are similar to those of the Inquisition in previous lives. It is responsible for the imprisonment, interrogation, and punishment of heretics and degenerates.
In a sense, the presiding judge is Herbert's immediate superior, the warden.
He is also the person that I, a traitor who is destined to become a reverse trinity, am most unwilling to actively approach.
Blasphemy, breaking of oaths, depravity, no matter which secret of oneself is exposed, one will definitely be judged by this person personally.
But at this moment Herbert took the initiative to appear in front of him.
Bishop Thorn slowly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with scarlet bloodshot, and stared indifferently at the white-haired boy who bowed his head respectfully in front of him.
After a moment, he slowly spoke: "... It's you, Herbert Albert."
"I remember you, but you should be in prison to teach heretics. Why are you here?"
"You came to see me, what's the matter?"
Bishop Thorn's voice is deep and rich, but surprisingly different from his ferocious appearance. It does not sound cold, but rather warm like a spring breeze.
If Herbert were to give an evaluation, it would probably be the gorgeous uncle voice that would excite many voice control fans.
And he is not taciturn, but surprisingly talkative.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s been holding it in for too long, but Herbert only said one sentence and he’s been talking to himself for quite a while.
Herbert raised his head, looked at Bishop Thorn, and reported softly: "Your Excellency the Judge, I have something to report to the Archbishop."
"Need to report to the Archbishop?"
Bishop Thorn was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed slightly and he frowned, "What do you have to report directly to His Excellency the Archbishop? Can't you tell me?"
Although the bishop did not say it clearly, Herbert could still see the hidden meaning in his eyes—What, do you look down on me
"Yes, this matter is of great importance. I'm afraid only the Archbishop can handle it."
Seeing that the Lord of Thorns was about to be dissatisfied, Herbert did not keep him in suspense and said directly: "Here is the thing. When I was patrolling yesterday, I found that some unusual changes had occurred in the third area of the alien prison."
"The Lightless Prison has completely turned into a space where I can't move forward. Not only can I not find the prisoners suppressed in it, but I can't enter the fourth area either."
Soon, Herbert gave a detailed account of his discoveries and attempts, even his conjectures, all of which he spoke without reservation.
After everything was said, Herbert looked at Bishop Thorn with a sincere look and asked sincerely: "Your Excellency the presiding judge, can this issue be left to you to handle?"
"… "
Bishop Thorn was silent, his eyes moved slightly and looked elsewhere.
At this time, Herbert also kept a tense expression, not daring to reveal anything.
Do I look down on you
joke.
Just tell me if you can do it
"Ahem... I understand now."
After a while, Bishop Thorn nodded without changing his expression and said calmly, "This matter is not a big deal. There is no rush to deal with it. I will inform His Excellency the Archbishop later."
Not a big deal? No rush
Herbert heard some hidden meaning, but he was sensible and did not expose it. He said gratefully: "I understand. Thank you for your concern on this matter."
Bishop Thorn waved his hand and said calmly: "Well, it's nothing. This is what I should do."
"Okay, I'll take my leave now."
When Herbert finished his report and was about to leave, Bishop Thorn suddenly said in a low voice: "Wait a moment."
"… Your Mightiness?"
Bishop Thorn's scarlet eyes were fixed on him, and he asked slowly:
"you… "
"Have you encountered any blasphemy recently?"
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Blasphemy!!!
The moment he heard this word, Herbert's heart skipped a beat, he felt the blood in his body freeze, and he became tense.
Boom boom!
As his heart beat, his consciousness raced, quickly analyzing the current situation:
What does Bishop Thorn mean by asking this question at this moment
He wouldn't cheat me without any warning, there must be a reason.
What did Bishop Thorn discover
Is he doubting me
Could it be that there is some kind of aura remaining on me
Is it Nenasha's magic pattern
Or is it Freme's colorful scales
Or was it Valentina's hair
Or... not right.
Don’t panic!
The opponent hasn't made a move yet, so I can't lose my composure.
He should have no evidence.
If he was really sure, no, even if he just had a vague clue, he wouldn't play this trick on me, but would directly arrest me for interrogation!
This was just a surprise test.
So, what was he trying to get out of me
Herbert thought about it, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
etc.
Something seems to be wrong... Me, why am I so nervous
With my psychological quality, I shouldn't behave so badly.
laugh-
"… Um!?"
When he thought of this, it was as if a vague film covering his consciousness had been pierced, and his thoughts completely returned to normal.
In just a moment, Herbert's mind completely regained its composure.
After feeling it again, he indeed felt the faint temperature coming from the back of his hand—the stigmata and magic patterns were both moving slightly at this moment.
They were passively activated after being disturbed by external forces.
Someone is trying to control my mind!
That person must have known something about the Pure Protection, as he deliberately bypassed it and acted directly on the soul.
Although it only lasted for a brief moment, the other party still succeeded in doing it.
At least it caused some interference, making Herbert nervous and unable to help but want to tell the secret in his heart.
However, what that person didn't expect was that Herbert had more than just this layer of defense.
Not only will the sacred oath protect the purity of his spirit, but the contract with the evil god will also make his will stronger.
It can even be said that even if these two layers of defense are breached, Herbert still has a third layer of insurance - the attachment of the Siren Queen.
One of the effects of this epic curse is that it makes him immune to mental control by outsiders.
It can be said that the hardest thing about Herbert at this moment is not his little brother, but his steel-like soul - the kind that would make a sound when passing through the security gate.
However, although Herbert was free from mental interference at this moment, the crisis was not over yet.
Because the magic patterns and curses cannot be discussed, he has no way of explaining why he was not disturbed!
The only thing to do now is to play along and continue with this situation!
I thought so much in my mind, but in the outside world, only a few breaths of time had passed.
During these few breaths, Herbert's expression changed several times.
From being at a loss, to being thoughtful, and finally to being completely indignant.
He is angry!
"Blasphemy?"
Herbert raised his head and looked at Bishop Thorn with a serious expression. He said in a deep voice: "You mean to say that there are monks in the monastery who have fallen!?"
"You, could it be that..."
He looked at Bishop Thorn in shock, his expression changing again.
All these changes fell into the eyes of Bishop Thorn, making him shake his head slightly.
"He is so guilty, he really is..."
Just as Bishop Thorn was sighing inwardly and thinking that there was indeed something wrong with Herbert, the white-haired boy said the second half of the sentence.
He shouted excitedly: "Do you want me to handle this matter?!"
Bishop of Thorns:
What did he say
What to give him
The presiding judge was successfully confused by Herbert's mysterious operation and began to doubt himself.
But Herbert's performance continued, and even got better after he found some feeling.
"Your Excellency, the presiding judge!"
"Please give this task to me!"
Herbert strode forward, ignoring the thorns on the judge's body, with a determined look on his face, he grabbed his big hand and said passionately:
"Please believe me! I swear on the honor of the Albert family, even if I shed all my Silver Wing blood, I will catch that fallen one in no time!"
"Please give me a chance to prove myself!"
After saying this, he looked affectionately at the presiding judge, who was obviously a little frozen.
Sir, please give me a chance!
I really want to improve!
"… Uh, wait a moment, wait a moment."
Bishop Thorn was somewhat overwhelmed by this scene and leaned back awkwardly, trying to avoid the overly hot gaze.
Is this right