The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Secondly, it was to separate the identity of the Tribunal from that of the Watchmen to the greatest extent possible.

Completely different personalities, and diametrically opposed lineage strengths.

He didn't intend to use his position in the courtroom to have affairs; one such position was enough.

Inspired by Margaret, Ning Feng plans to play a celibate judge.

There is no affection, and no one loves me.

Therefore, he needed to play his role well from the very beginning.

It's not difficult to play a mysterious and enigmatic role.

Especially when you really have something special about you.

"You don't have much time left."

Aiger pulled out a pipe from somewhere and asked bluntly:

"What brings you here now?"

Ning Feng responded just as quickly:

"visit."

Aigerse paused in his tobacco-making, about to burst into a mocking laugh, when he heard Ning Feng continue:

"Of course, my purpose in coming here is not only to visit you, but also to ask for your small assistance."

A small help?

Having completely stopped smoking, Aiger crossed his arms with amusement, finding the masked man in front of him even more incomprehensible.

Is it just bluffing?

However, this feeling did not disgust him; on the contrary, he was somewhat curious.

"Helping you is no problem, but let me make this clear beforehand: I can't help you avoid this [task]."

It's nothing, but I can help you out.

But I can't help you with your mission. Everyone is waiting for you; there's no way you can avoid it.

"Avoid? Why should I avoid it?"

Shaking his head, Ning Feng stood up, and the crow mask on his face gradually changed.

The black mask turned pure white, and at the same time began to liquefy, gradually enveloping Ning Feng's entire head.

"This……"

Aiger watched the changes that had occurred to Ning Feng before his eyes. At first, he was astonished, but then he realized something and narrowed his eyes.

This is……

This is... quite interesting.

"What I need you to do is very simple, just pass on a message to them for me."

"A little news."

As Aiger pondered the implications of those words, he realized that this rookie adjudicator might be more capable than any of them had anticipated…

They all need to be more interesting.

---Aside---

I had a chest X-ray today, and based on the previous tests, I came to the final conclusion.

I had previously contracted COVID-19, but I have now fully recovered and have no lasting effects on my lungs. Everything is normal.

I posted the detailed CT scan images in my book club circle; let me show you my healthy lungs. ( )

It cost me 1400 RMB in just one morning, which really hurts.

I've only been home for a short time, so this is my first update of two thousand words.

I'll see if I have time; if I do, the second update will be 4,000 words.

If not, the second update will be 2,000 words.

Sigh, these past few days have been chaotic, please bear with me.

Chapter 142 The Much-Anticipated (Please help me recover my losses! Subscribe, vote, and comment!)

The dream world, the Hall of Judges.

Compared to the last time Ning Feng was questioned, the hall was now several times larger in size.

Even so, the entire hall was almost completely packed with people.

The purpose of these people's presence here is clear: they are after the mysterious "Sword Bearer".

Everyone was very curious.

However, unlike the crowded vegetable markets in the city center, although there were many people, the conversations were not loud.

Due to its unique nature, the courthouse is very "good" at cultivating people with relatively calm, or rather, gloomy, personalities.

But compared to their usual silence, as if they wanted to sew their mouths shut, they now seem to have some semblance of humanity.

They chatted in twos and threes, all looking forward to what would happen next.

There is only one reason why their temperaments would change drastically, or even become somewhat abnormal.

Just now, a legend sent a message back.

The swordsman's authority level within the Inquisition system is—Legendary.

What a legend!

In other words...

Could that mysterious adjudicator really be a legend?

……

……

In a secluded corner of the hall, several crows that Ning Feng had seen in the teleportation array hall were gathered there, discussing in hushed tones.

One of the young men and another large man sat side by side, and these two crows talked the most.

Their gestures and movements showed little awkwardness; it was as if they had known each other in real life.

The burly man listened to the young man's words while his gaze swept back and forth across the hall.

His gaze didn't linger on any one person; it swept over them all before they even noticed.

After a while, he suddenly placed his hand on the young man's shoulder and said abruptly:

"He hasn't appeared yet. Do you think... that [Sword Bearer] might be scared?"

His words were interrupted, and after a moment's reaction, the young man turned his head and whispered to the burly man:

"That can't be right, can it? This is only the first time. If he doesn't even dare to show up, wouldn't that be a bit too much..."

Wasn't it said that he might become a legend?

Could it be that even legends are afraid of such a scenario?

"Can't? Then you should take a good look at the current situation."

He subtly pointed to four places and made a gesture, indicating that the other party should quickly observe the directions he was pointing to.

Several figures wearing dark hoodies were scattered around the hall, and they didn't seem particularly special.

But actually, as long as you concentrate, you can feel the difference.

Although everyone seemed to be surrounded by people, there was always a space between them, sometimes as much as five meters, so no one dared to get too close.

Given that there are still not many seats left in the hall, and this unusual situation is occurring, the underlying problem becomes quite clear.

Habitually casting his gaze, the young man glanced at the last one and was about to move away when his gaze suddenly stopped.

!!!

He sensed a peculiar attraction that made it impossible for him to look away; he could only continue watching, as if it held some hidden secret…

"That is……"

The shocking words were about to come out when the young man was gently bumped in the side, swallowing them back down.

"Cough cough cough..."

Even though this was just a dream world, the young man's pain did not lessen at all; in fact, he felt the pain intensify!

"Idiot, you're the only one who figured it out!?"

The burly man pressed down on the young man's head, making him look away from that last figure.

Even so, the figure noticed them, slowly turned its head, and looked directly at the two of them.

!!!

Without hesitation, the burly man pressed the young man's head down, and they both bowed their heads, not daring to offer any explanation or resistance.

The figure wore the same raven mask as them, except that the eyes were covered by a pure black ribbon...

It covered up the empty, sunken eye sockets.

They only glanced back for three seconds before turning their heads back, but both of them felt completely exhausted.

terrible.

Even knowing it was wrong, the young man couldn't control his impulse and asked the burly man in a hoarse, almost silent voice:

"...Really?"

The big man glared at him, then slowly nodded, somewhat reluctantly.

The legendary strengths vary.

In the courtroom, all the crows are nominally subject to the mobilization orders of a legendary figure.

The Blind One, Lord of the Crows, The Cold-Blooded One...