Chapter 158
The Holy City of the Nation of the Holy Church.
No matter how many tis she used it, Cheryl always felt that teleportation formations were extrely convenient. Taking the teleportation formations, she was able to return to the Nation of the Holy Church, a distance spanning several countries, from Norland in a single day.
But, her return this ti around was not a triumphant return after accomplishing a mission. Instead, she was escorted back by the Ecclesiastical Templars.
The Heresy Tribula remained the sa as how it was when Cheryl departed. Compared to a church, this place seed more like an underground prison.
A strange incense sll filled the entire place. The incense sll was able to slightly calm the hearts of the returning inquisitors.
However, Cheryl did not feel her mind becoming much more tranquil from slling the incense. She was currently reporting what happened during their mission to the Heresy Tribunal’s bishops.
Cheryl was in the Heresy Tribunal Church’s main area. She took a glance at the bishops seated above the tribunal.
As they were all wearing stone masks, Cheryl was unable to determine what they looked like.
“Apart from you, all the dispatched inquisitors were ruthlessly killed by that demon?”
“Allow to make a correction. That is a Chaos Demon. It is extrely cunning.”
With fear in her eyes, Cheryl stared at the three bishops on the judgent seats as she explained what she encountered in Norland.
Of course, she was adding details into her events. But, she was not lying with the description ‘cunning.’
After all, she had fallen deeply into the trap set up by that Chaos Demon Joshua, the trap of purchasing card packs using real gold.
And, more dangerous of all, even though she knew it was a thod for that demon to swindle her savings, she was unable to stop herself.
“That is truly a sorrowful piece of news. We’ve lost three more excellent inquisitors...”
The three bishops did not suspect Cheryl’s story.
It would appear that even though the Archbishop Desireless acted very ‘rough’ with Cheryl, he did not report to the Holy Church Cheryl’s wicked behavior while in Norland.
“Inquisitor, you may withdraw now. The choir is prepared to rinse your heart of its perplexions.”
“We will dispatch new inquisitors to punish that demon hiding in Norland.”
“Please wait! Lord Bishops...”
Cheryl imdiately started panicking the mont she heard the three bishops were planning to dispatch a new group of inquisitors to Norland.
“Is sothing the matter, inquisitor?”
“Lord Bishops, the death of the head inquisitor had brought upon great sorrow to this one. As such, I cannot forgive that demon, cannot allow it to continue to commit cris!”
Cheryl was lying. After all, he didn’t even know the nas of the inquisitors that were on the mission with her.
Nevertheless, she tried her best to make her tone appear like it was filled with grievance and anger.
“Do not allow yourself to be controlled by anger. Cheryl, you need to remain calm... The Choir’s holy singing will calm your heart,” dissuaded one of the three bishops.
I don’t need no fucking song! I only need to play so damned rounds of Hearthstone!
Even though that was what Cheryl was thinking in her heart, she did not speak it out loud.
In the end, Cheryl’s petition was not granted by the three bishops. Just like that, she was brought away from the tribunal.
After leaving the tribunal, Cheryl arrived at the prayer room where the church’s choir were chanting their hymn.
Compared to the Heresy Tribunal’s dark and eerie atmosphere, this place was much more cozy. Even deep into the night, there would still be lights passing through the five-colored glasses and shining down upon the benches.
The hymn sung by the choir slowly echoed through the entire prayer room. It sounded like one was hearing the mutterings of the gods under the sunshine. It was a sacred feeling.
In the past, Cheryl wouldn’t be tired even if she was to sit in this place for an entire day. After all, only by listening to the relaxing hymns in the prayer room would she be able to ease her mind.
But, this ti around, Cheryl was laid completely flat on the bench. She had a completely ‘wasted’ look.
Sigh... I miss playing Hearthstone.
While the choir was ‘blessing’ her with their hymn, the only thing in Cheryl’s mind was Hearthstone. The ‘blessing’ did not last long. After roughly half an hour, the singing gradually faded away.
With that, Cheryl stood up from the bench. After over half an hour, she finally arrived at her room in the Heresy Tribunal.
After one joins the Heresy Tribunal, one will forever live inside the Holy City’s Heresy Tribunal and lead a life similar to an ascetic monk.
Many inquisitors used their belief to support themselves. As for Cheryl, she was soone who was purely focused on maintaining her self ego from those crazy mutterings.
The choir’s singing was indispensable to dispersing those mutterings from one’s mind. Apart from listening to the choir, Cheryl would also write a diary entry every day to record what she did that day.
Today was no exception. But, when Cheryl arrived at her desk and pulled open the drawer, she discovered that her diary was badly damaged.
“Rodents?!”
She opened her slightly yellowed diary book. It was a very thick and ‘ancient’ book. It recorded all her mories since becoming an inquisitor.
A large portion of this ‘thick’ book seed to be nibbed away by so sort of animal.
“I knew it. It’s a bad idea to live next to the torture room. Those damned butchers must’ve forgotten to properly dispose of the corpses.”
Cheryl slled the surrounding air. It slled slightly bloody.
This place was the darkest corner in the entire Holy City. Who knows how many naive believers or unlucky heretics have been devoured by this place. Cheryl had already grown used to this sort of daily life.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t help from becoming furious after seeing over half of the diary she spent tens of years recording to be eaten.
However, the anger in her heart was suddenly dispersed by the singing that appeared by her ears...
What’s going on? Cheryl looked around. It shouldn’t; be possible for her to hear the choir’s hymns in such a dark and murky place. Furthermore, this singing doesn’t sound like the choir’s hymn either.
Elven language?
A tender green leaf appeared in Cheryl’s hand. A special window also popped out in her field of vision.
Magic network system... the gift she received from the Chaos Demon before departing Norland. On the journey back, Cheryl had spent a long period of ti figuring out what sort of magic it was.
The tranquil and peaceful singing voice ca from the ‘Voice of Norland’ that Cheryl didn’t close out of yet.
“Frost elf Tylene...”
Cheryl took a glance at the caption on the Voice of Norland. She then took out a pitch-black originium crystal. It was a gift she received from ssai, the musical record. The singer for that musical record was called Tylene.
“If she is brought back to the Holy City, that bitch will have to retire...”
Cheryl began to earnestly listen to the elven epic. The singing voice that sounded directly in her consciousness was far more useful than the choir’s hymns.
Soon, she turned her vision to the second useful application on the desktop, the Mage Forum.
Cheryl had registered an account on the Mage Forum on the way back to the Holy City. She also figured out how to use the Mage Forum.
“Perhaps... I can write my diary on this forum?”
Cheryl took a glance at the dilapidated diary she held in her hand. If she ca back a couple days later, her diary book would’ve been completely gnawed away by rodents.
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