Quadruple split.

Chapter 516
After taking a sip of the steaming black snow pea coffee, Mo took off his gloves, then leaned back on the chair, and slowly closed his eyes while holding his cheeks.
"ink?"

The dark elf girl leaning on the table frowned, and called the former softly, but did not get any response. Feeling the darkness that was about to move around and the invisible but tangible malice, she could conclude that the other party did not Leaving the game, but its 'consciousness' seems to be no longer here.

"How many secrets do you have?"

She sighed softly, and flicked a dim flame onto the tray to maintain the temperature of the cup of coffee, then took out the [Black Curse Rapier Change III] in the bag, and gently wiped the blade While muttering: "What are you thinking about me, what are you thinking about?"

The Banser massacre, the fall of the god of law, the death of the prince and his son, and the turmoil within the empire. That person easily made the situation continue to get out of control, but he looked down coldly like an outsider who had nothing to do with him, calmly and calmly weaving disasters, Rao knows most of the details and purpose of spreading fear, and even himself who has participated in it many times can't see through what kind of wishes and expectations he has, and what kind of situation he wants to get.

Not only that, she has gradually become unable to figure out her own thoughts
Looking back, the sleeping figure is so terrifying, like a huge abyss that rotates all the time, lifeless, devouring everything, pale and nothingness.

After a long silence, the girl looked away, put away the rapier in her hand, walked into the hazy darkness entrenched beside the sinner, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"How bad is this world, why can't even tolerate a little you?"

Ten minutes ago
City of Light, Outer City, Small Inquisition
The Small Inquisition is an institution under the Inquisition of the Heresy under the Inquisition of the Great Inquisition under the Inquisition of the Holy Tribunal under the Union of the Holy Church.

To put it simply, it is the lowest-level cell, which is specially used to detain those existences that pose little threat to the public or may pose a threat. It is a prison that is also controlled by major churches. It is considered powerful, but it is also a real official organization, and the staff are all serious priests.

The strength of this group of people probably ranges from elementary to middle-level. Although they are far from being strong, they are enough to suppress the prisoners inside. After all, those who can really pose a great threat, are vicious, and resourceful have been killed by the Great Heresy Tribunal and The Heresy Inquisition is almost full. Even if there is an eventful year, the major sects will have separate detention places. The quality of security and the strength of the background are many times stronger than that of the small Inquisition, so those who are sent to this kind of place are usually just some It's just a cat or a dog, and it can't make any waves.

As for the Holy Tribunal, that place has been empty for many years. It is basically a decoration. It is not that it is too corrupt or something, mainly because no one has the right to be locked up there in the past hundred years.

In the clean and honest Union of the Holy Church, there is really room for corruption, and some secret operations can be carried out, only small tribunals, places that can only lock low-level prisoners.

"By the way, Brother Moore, what is the origin of the woman who was imprisoned on the third floor earlier?"

On the basement floor of the small tribunal, a low-level paladin of the Abundance Sect asked curiously to the fat dwarf next to him, "I think she's seriously injured."

"Hehe, young man, how did you get sent to us?"

The fat dwarf named Moore smiled, drank two silver coins and three barrels of bad wine, and asked while wiping his mouth, "Do you like working here?"

"I don't know how I was sent here."

The young low-level knight shook his head blankly, and said listlessly: "To be honest, I really don't like this place at all. It's hard to see the light, the food is poor, there are no holidays, and the salary is low. It's not as interesting as training in the reserve team. At least I can go to the pub with everyone for a drink or two after the sun goes down."

Moore patiently listened to the other party's complaints, and then asked with a smile: "Let me guess, did you not behave well when you were in the reserve team?"

"Uh, maybe, I'm usually scolded by the instructor for sleeping late, and my grades in the promotion test are not very good."

With a pair of horns on his head, the puffy half-orc knight scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said naively: "But my appetite is the biggest among our contemporaries!"

"I knew it." Moore laughed and said with a grin: "It's delicious and lazy, with mediocre grades, and no sense. No wonder you were sent to this ghost place."

The other party blinked in a daze, but didn't react immediately.

Moore didn't intend to wait for him to react, but just caressed the golden brooch exuding soft light in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Then do you want to be transferred out of here earlier?"

"Think about it! Even dream about it!"

The silly boy nodded immediately, and said loudly, "As long as I can get out of this damn place, even if I can report to the night patrol team in the outer city, there are at least five days off every month."

Moore touched his rosacea nose, nodded and said, "Okay, your request is not high. What about the young men who are on duty today?"

"They said they have something to do today, let me...I help to watch."

The young man who had just graduated from the apprentice knight and was thrown to work in the small court smiled, smacked his lips and said, "Tell me to buy me a drink later."

Moore glanced at the few wine barrels next to him, and smiled dryly: "Okay, as long as you get rid of the problem of sleeping late in the future, and have snacks during training, you will definitely be successful."

The other party blinked and looked dull: "Huh?"

"Let's not talk about this, uncle has a trick to get you out of here earlier."

Brother Moore chuckled, lowered his voice and asked, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Want to hear!"

"That is"

Moore glanced at the steel trap door leading to the ground not far away, and said seriously to the younger generation with prickly ears: "Listen less, talk less, look less, and ask less! Your duty is to stay here every day, and occasionally go downstairs It’s just a meal and water, as for the others, no matter who is sent, whether it is strange or suspicious, it has nothing to do with you, don’t pay attention, don’t care, don’t inquire! Got it?”

The knight on the opposite side of the table immediately nodded his head, Lian said yes, and then put his hand into the armor to tickle and asked, "So what is the origin of that woman?"

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Moore's face froze, and he was silent for a while before coughing dryly: "This kind of question is something you shouldn't ask, understand?"

"Oh oh oh. That's what happened."

The other party nodded again, suddenly said: "Understood!"

Moore nodded with a haggard heart, casually took out a few silver coins and put them on the table, waved his hand and said, "Go and have a good meal, I will be on duty for you."

"what"

The low-level knight who was supposed to take over for others was startled, first he quickly stretched out his hand and pulled the silver coins in front of him, and after counting them several times, he raised his head and asked stupidly: "Well, Brother Moore, I can't afford it. .”

"You don't need to pay it back."

Moore looked at him dumbfounded, shrugged and said, "Take it as your reward for chatting with me."

"Goddess, you are so kind!"

The latter immediately looked at him with golden eyes, and said in shock: "Not only did you tell me that you can transfer it quickly, but also give me so much money, I will definitely chat with you every day in the future!"

"No, not every chat I will give you"

"I'm going first! Thank you Brother Moore!"

As a result, the silly boy ran upstairs without waiting for Moore to finish speaking.

"Uh"

Moore, who was sitting in the same place, was silent for a while, then twitched the corners of his mouth with a fake smile, shook his head and said, "Really, I wasn't so stupid when I was young, hey, forget it."

He drank himself another sip of wine, leaned back on the chair and kept playing with the brooch in his hand that was constantly emitting warmth.

"That's pretty good~"

At the same time, on the third basement floor, Detention Room 13
Behind the secret gold fence with thin divine power flowing, a roaring black figure was desperately hitting the defensive barrier, but under the constantly flashing colorful light, every time he would be bounced hard like being struck by lightning , although the magic here is not powerful, it is still enough to suppress these low-level prisoners.

However, the babbling roar did not stop. The black figure seemed to be unaware of why he was giving up, constantly challenging the strength of the divine arts, like a wild beast that was out of control, repeatedly hitting, being bounced, hitting, being bounced. The flying cycle disturbed the entire floor.

"Really, it's starting again"

In another detention room not far away, the ragged ogre Dodoma covered his head, stared angrily at the lunatic figure diagonally opposite, and growled in a low voice: "Why do I have to fight with this lunatic?" Stay on the same floor! Damn it, the Holy Cult unites these bastards."

He was a villain with nearly ten lives in his hands. He was subdued by two priests in the local chapel when he was looting a certain village. After several twists and turns, he was detained in the City of Light. It's been half a month, because the day of the official execution is approaching, so Dodoma has been in a very bad mood these two days, plus a certain monster diagonally opposite always goes crazy for a few hours every day, this one will die in a few days. The ogre who was about to be beheaded was extremely anxious.

But he can only be anxious. Since he can be cast here, it means that his strength is not enough to break through those defensive magic spells, and the possibility of escaping is completely zero, so Dodoma has been imprisoned for a week. After all, he gave up trying and left. After all, the feeling of being impacted by magic is not good, and he is not the masochist who doesn't know what pain is.

Another five minutes later, just as the desperate Dodoma was already considering whether to end it on his own, the madman diagonally opposite unexpectedly quieted down strangely.

"What's going on? Why did today only last for such a short while before it ended?"

The ogre scratched his neck in surprise, then stretched his head out of curiosity to look at the cell diagonally opposite, and found that the guy was standing obediently in front of the fence, quietly as if he was a different person of.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of situation. You must know that the monster has only two states in the past half month, which are the human form that lasts several hours a day and will constantly hit the fence, and the form that turns into a cloud of black mist This is the first time Dodoma has seen such a scene where although she maintains her human form, she doesn't go crazy.

Double fresh!

"Hey, bastard!"

The ogre, who was so bored, decided to entertain the lunatic opposite, so he yelled loudly and sneered, "Did you not eat today? Huh!"

A pair of black eyes forced him to swallow the second half of the sentence, his huge body trembled uncontrollably, his mind went blank, and he froze in place as if he had fallen straight into an ice cellar.

"To shut up."

The 'monster' said something coldly, his voice was very soft, but it resounded in Dodoma's ears as if it was close at hand, causing him to fall limply to the ground, with his ears, eyes, mouth and nose oozing out at the same time. traces of blood.

Obviously, this person is by no means an idle person, or in other words, definitely not an idle summoned creature
【Shadow of Sin】

Summoning creatures
Ontology: Ink/Chaotic Evil
Health: 6999/7000
Stamina: 3600/3600
Mana: 3600/3600
Acuity: 6200/6200
Rage: 0%
Active skill: body rubbing (58 available/31 unavailable)
Passive Skill: Ontology Rubbing (45 Available/11 Unavailable)
Basic attributes: Strength 370, Dexterity 300, Wisdom 350, Constitution 350
Abilities: Sync, Immortality, Growth, Dissipation (inactive)
Status: Synchronizing

[Remarks: The Shadow of Sin was born from the nameless blood contract. 】

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with suppressing its power to 1%."

Mo, who successfully synchronized with the shadow of sin, looked carefully at the row of fences in front of him, and said softly: "Otherwise, it will only take half a minute for this kind of place to be completely destroyed."

The height, appearance, and voice of the Shadow of Sin are exactly the same as Mo's, but there is no mask covering the upper half of the face, and there is no equipment on his body. He is just wearing a tattered black cloth with bare feet. Outside of the abyss-like eyes, at first glance, he looks like a refugee with ill-fated fate.

Of course, Mo didn't care how bad his appearance was, and he didn't intend to use his skills to add a handsome outfit to himself, so he just raised his right hand lightly, and summoned a summoned creature - [Zuo Lengchan].

The ghost cicada disappeared into the air as soon as it appeared, passed through the fence without a sound, and flew up the stone steps without hesitation.

Two minutes later, through the vision of Ghost Cicada, Mo, who had confirmed that the third and second basement floors were unguarded, scratched his left wrist with his fingernail, and used the second skill after synchronizing with the shadow of sin.
A pair of man and woman with decayed faces and solemn expressions slowly emerged from the air.

Chapter five hundred and thirteen: The end

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