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Chapter 394: Interrogation Master Saint Baran

"Judge Bill, did you hear any unusual noises?"

In the carriage, Roselis pointed at the haze above their heads in the distance and asked. She, her brother, and Bill Jacob were "airdropped" to the roadside by Liu Yonglu under various names dozens of minutes ago to resolve various civil disputes.

When she had almost finished dealing with the matter, Roselis heard an unusual noise coming from the direction of the monastery in the distance. She then borrowed a carriage from a farmer on the roadside and hurried there.

"I heard it. It felt like... the sound of a forbidden spell."

Bill's expression was serious. It turned out that the heretics who had assassinated Jone before had made a backup plan.

"Haha, look at how serious you two look. Humph... you've stayed with the Saint the longest."

Jacob found a blade of grass and put it between his lips, whistling disdainfully. Bill was his old boss, so he had to give him some face, so Jacob didn't dare to speak rudely openly.

But he didn't treat the little genius brother and sister well.

Who do you think you were with? Saint Barlaam! He was the patron saint chosen by the Saint. The fact that we were able to accompany him was only the will of the Holy See and the mercy of the Saint.

Don't you two know your own worth? Do you really think you can protect the saints?

Since the saint left a few people on the road to comfort the sufferings of the world, there must be a reason for the saint. Why are you panicking?

When they arrived at the monastery, Jacob's guess was indeed correct. As soon as the four of them parked the carriage and climbed up the hill along the down road, they saw a puzzling and shocking scene.

On the pastoral meadow, a dozen "trees" suddenly appeared...

At this time, the haze overhead has begun to dissipate, and the scorching sun squeezes through the gaps in the dark clouds and shines on the dense, bead-like brown moss that gathers on the tree trunks. At first glance, the gnarled tree knots seem to be just unnecessary growths of the trees, strange and uninteresting.

But when the four people got closer and carefully observed the tree tumors growing on the tops of the trees, they found that the tree tumors were like human faces, and they were trying to maintain a kind of body expression called "expression".

Their faces are wrinkled with either anger or fear, and the branches that stretch out in all directions are like human limbs, stretching in vain in one direction.

Is this... hair?

Jacob carefully drew out his Five Finger Sword and fiddled with the dark green whiskers growing from the dead trees. They were like the whiskers of willow trees in spring, growing out from the tops of the tree tumors, making people inexplicably think that they were once the hair of living creatures.

The four men looked at each other. They were all experienced judges who usually dealt with special events that were difficult for ordinary people to understand. They still had some basic associative ability!
These “dozens of trees” were actually a dozen living people just a few minutes ago!

At this moment, they stand gracefully on the grass like props and scenery arranged in advance on the stage. Each tree is arranged into a carefully arranged shape with a storyline, which not only ensures the overall beauty, but also retains the original fear before the individual trees are transformed.

Several ropes were tied to two trees near the monastery to make two simple swings.

Two children, a boy and a girl, dressed in black, were innocently swinging on the "human tree". They ignored the four inquisitors and just looked in the direction of the monastery.

"Xiao Hu, Ling'er, where is Saint Baran?"

Jacob swallowed and asked in a low voice. He had never met Xiaohu and Ling'er when he was on business in Mosesad. This time when he saw the saints again in Victoria, what made him most uneasy were the two children beside them.

He had privately chatted about this matter with Chief Judge Bill and other judges, and the conclusion they came to was... these two children were unfathomable and their personalities were difficult to guess.

The tour of Saint Barlaam was so amazing...if the saint appeared in the world...Jacob could imagine what the scene would be like!

Xiaohu turned his head and glanced at Jacob. He was still the same, his big eyes never blinking, and he didn't speak if he could. He nodded his little chin in the direction of the monastery, meaning that Saint Barlaan was inside.

The four inquisitors entered the monastery and went into the basement through the secret passage.

"Tsk, sei, that's it. I must have seen it somewhere before, right next to my mouth, but I just can't remember where it is... What on earth is sei..."

Walking into the basement, Jacob saw Milly Tang sitting under the sculpture, holding a piece of papyrus in her hand, frowning and muttering to herself, as if she was studying some spell.

A half-naked man was kneeling at her feet, face down, scratching his back with his hands crossed in pain, mumbling incoherently and howling like a wild beast from time to time.

Saint Balaam, who was on the minds of several people, was standing alone in the corner, groping at the wall and muttering to himself.

"May the Holy Lady's Mercy shine upon the earth. Mr. Richie, I'm very sorry that something happened on the road that delayed us for some time... Did something happen here just now?"

"Oh, no delay, no delay..."

Liu Yonglu tilted his neck and waved his hands. He hadn't gotten over that emotion yet. This situation was the most disgusting. He had clearly met the person before, but he said he couldn't remember him.

Moreover, there was a certain emotion taking root in Liu Yonglu's heart that this person seemed to be quite important.

But Millie Tang had just explained to him that Liu Yonglu was actually in a semi-spiritual state under the shroud, and the person he saw at that time was visually close to him, but in fact he might be very far away from him.

This distance may transcend the concept of space, and the other party may be observing him in the time dimension.

This is also why using the shroud is very dangerous. Try to use it less in the future!

"Alpia..."

Bill roughly guessed what happened in the basement. The heretic assassin also came following the clues left by Bishop Jone. He failed to assassinate Saint Baraan and was easily subdued by Saint Baraan.

He kicked the assassin to the ground, and when he took a closer look, the presiding judge was also shocked. He knew this man!

It was Alpia who had trained at the same time as Jacob Haverson, but he failed the final test and later disappeared.

How did he appear here? And become a heretic assassin?
"He must know something. Let's take him back for questioning. It's a pity that I didn't bring a shower blanket this time. He is a professional at this job."

Liu Yonglu temporarily put aside his doubts and handed the hidden black robe to Bill. "Mr. Rich, we know that the Investigation Department may have some experience in dealing with these pagans.

But our Inquisition has accumulated sufficient interrogation experience in the process of executing heretics over the past few hundred years, so please rest assured."

When Bill heard what Liu Yonglu said, the presiding judge felt a little jealous. Saint Baraan was elevating the Investigation Department and belittling the judges of the Holy See.

How difficult is it to get the truth out of a heretic? Among the four people present, not to mention the little genius brother and sister, Jacob and I are both experts in this field.

Even the strongest man can't last a day in our hands!
"Oh, that's fine. Xiaohu and I will continue with the spring outing and picnic later. You guys just go about your business."

"Okay, then Haverson, Roselis, you follow Mr. Richie. Jacob and I will take Alpia back for trial now!"

Although Victoria is a secular kingdom, the influence of the Holy See in the local area is greater than that of ordinary wealthy nobles. When interrogating a heretic, there is no need to bring him to the Holy See. You can just ask for a cell in the local police station and start the process.

Bill and Jacob kicked Alpia into the dark cell. They prepared the "eighteen weapons" commonly used in the court and started to attack Alpia one by one, spending a long time with him.

When Liu Yonglu came back to find them in the evening, there was no trace of Alpia's body intact.

"How's your temper? Are you going to get a confession?"

"Whoosh..."

Jacob and Bill were breathing heavily and didn't say anything. They didn't know what to say!

The two took turns serving Alpia throughout the afternoon, but the other party didn't say a word, let alone confess the organization's plan behind him, he didn't even utter a word to beg for mercy!
Alpia fainted and was then woken up by cold water. After being woken up, he fainted again from the pain. When he woke up, he just looked at the two old acquaintances with a sneer.

This is really good for Jacob and Bill. There is nothing wrong with their techniques. Even if Lin Touer was present today, he would probably be at a loss, because this Alpia usually receives the most training of this kind.

In addition, he had been blessed by the Virgin Mary, and his physical body was far superior to that of ordinary people. Even though his body was covered in blood, his fighting spirit was still as strong as before.

In the dark cell, Liu Yonglu paced back and forth in front of Alpia with his hands behind his back:

"Okay! I won't tell you even if you kill me! I admire heroes like you who keep their mouths shut!

Don't worry, I won't hit you, I won't torture you... I'm a kind person! I can't stand this.

I’ll prepare…”

Liu Yonglu leaned down and whispered a few words in Alpia's ear. When he stood up again, the heretic killer who was tied to the pillar had a pale face, his lips trembled constantly, and he looked at the fake saint standing opposite him in horror!
……

In a cheese processing factory on the outskirts of Piedmont, where the Holy See of Vitalia is located.

A man holding a stick was standing on the ring and confronting a deformed monster. There were high walls around the man and the monster, and on the walls were rows of seats.

The audience in the seats were all wearing expensive and gorgeous clothes and colorful masks inlaid with gold and gems, watching the gladiatorial performances on the arena.

Victorians love this kind of killing scene that reflects the purest instinct of living things.

However, as the influence of the Saint's sect reached its peak in the Western Continent, gladiatorial combat was regarded as a remnant of paganism and was banned by the Holy See.

Nowadays, people in Victoria can no longer see such performances, but just because they can’t be seen openly doesn’t mean they have disappeared behind the scenes.

This is the largest underground arena in Victoria. The guests who can enter to watch and bet are either rich or noble. After all, the organizers have to take the risk of being arrested by the Inquisition to prepare for this event.

A guest wearing a wave-shaped mask was sitting in the best seat in the audience, and the people around him said cautiously:

"Your Excellency, Alpia hasn't called yet. Could something have happened?"

"Today's game is quite interesting. I personally prefer to watch this kind of scene where humans and beasts fight each other. No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless both sides pretend to be, in the end there will still be a little bit of compassion."

The man called "Bishop" commented on the fight with great interest. At this time, the man holding the stick had one side of his body bitten by the beast and was bleeding:

"You mean... Alpia?"

"Yes."

"Now that he hasn't called back, it's obvious that something has happened."

The bishop shrugged his shoulders, as if it was nothing unusual.

"We still have many people like Alpia."

"Aren't you afraid that he might tell us about us? He knows a lot."

"Do not worry."

The bishop seemed unwilling to miss such a wonderful game because of such boring topics. He just patted the shoulders of the people around him and turned his eyes back to the arena.

At this time, a man wearing a silver mask and dressed as an attendant squeezed up to the bishop in the aisle and whispered a few words.

"You mean... Alpia is going to be..."

After hearing the report from his attendant, the bishop suddenly raised his head and muttered to himself in an unbelievable tone.

(End of this chapter)