Chapter 158 Diary

The Holy City of the Kingdom of the Holy Religion.

No matter how many times Cheryl feels that the teleportation array is a convenient thing, Nolan's teleportation array across several countries can allow her to return from Nolan to a country separated by several countries in just one day. The country of the holy religion.

But this return could not be called a triumphant return after the mission was completed. She was escorted back by the crusaders.

The Inquisition House is still the same as Cheryl left before, and it looks more like a dungeon than a church.

There is a strange incense in the whole air, relying on these incense can make the judges who return from going out feel a little calmer.

However, Cheryl smelled the incense and didn't feel that she was so peaceful. She was reporting the mission to the bishop who oversaw the Heresy Tribunal.

Cheryl's position belongs to the core area of ​​the entire heresy trial church, and she glanced at the bishops sitting in the trial court.

Since they were all wearing stone masks, Cheryl couldn't see them clearly.

"Except for you, the sent judge was brutally killed by that demon?"

"Let me correct you, it's a Chaos Demon, very cunning."

Cheryl stared fearlessly at the three bishops sitting on the trial bench, explaining what she had encountered in Nolan.

Of course, what she explained was just embellishment, but she wasn't lying when she described it as 'cunning'.

Because she had already fallen deeply into the trap set by that chaotic demon named Qiao Xiu, a trap called krypton gold bag opening.

The most dangerous thing is that even if Cheryl knows that this is a method used by the demon to cheat money, she will never tire of it.

"It's really sad news, we have lost three outstanding judges..."

The three bishops didn't seem to doubt what Cheryl said.

It seems that although the Archbishop of the Desireless at Nolan's side treated Cheryl very "roughly", he did not report to the church the various evil deeds of the judge in Nolan.

"Retire, the judge, the church choir is ready to wash away the confusion in your heart."

"We will send a new judge to sanction the demon hidden in Nolan."

"Wait a minute! Your Excellency Bishop..."

Cheryl panicked when she heard that the three bishops were about to send a new judge to Nolan.

"Judger, is there anything else?"

"My lord, the death of the chief judge made me very sad, so I can't forgive the crimes committed by that demon!"

Cheryl admitted that she was lying, she didn't even know the name of the judge who performed the task together.

But she tried her best to sound sad and angry.

"Don't be controlled by anger, Cheryl, you have to stay calm...the sacred singing in the choir will calm your heart." One of the bishops dissuaded Cheryl.

I don't need to listen to music! I fucking want to hit Hearthstone!

Although Cheryl thought so in her heart, she didn't say it outright.

In the end, Cheryl's petition was not approved by the three bishops, and she was taken away from the trial court.

After leaving the trial court, Cheryl came to the prayer room where the church choir sang hymns.

This place is far more comfortable than the gloomy atmosphere of the Heresy Tribunal. Even in the middle of the night, there is still light scattered on the benches under the prayer room through the colorful glass.

The hymns sung by the church choir slowly echoed throughout the prayer room, and there was a sense of sacredness listening to the whispers of the gods in the sun.

In the past, Cheryl would not get tired of sitting here for a whole day, because only listening to these soothing songs in the prayer room could truly calm her heart down.

But this time, Cheryl sat on the bench in the prayer room, maintaining a sitting posture like a mollusc, with an expression of "I'm almost useless".

Ah... I really want to play Hearthstone.

During the blessing of the choir, Cheryl's mind was always filled with this thought. This blessing didn't last long, and the singing gradually disappeared after about half an hour.

Cheryl also stood up from the bench in the prayer room, and it took nearly half an hour before returning to the room where she lived in the Heresy Tribunal.

After the heretics joined, they lived in the Tribunal of the Holy City for life, living a life similar to that of an ascetic.

There are many judges who survived by relying on their own beliefs, and Cheryl is purely to maintain herself in those crazy whispers.

The singing of the choir is essential to dispel the whispers, and in addition, Cheryl will write a diary every day to record what she has done.

Today was no exception, but when Cheryl came to the desk and opened the drawer, she found that there were incomplete marks in the corner of her diary.

"mouse?!"

She opened the somewhat yellowed diary, which was an extremely heavy 'tome', recording all her memories after becoming a judge.

But a large part of this heavy tome seems to have been chewed off by some creature.

"I knew there was no benefit to living near the torture room. Those damn butchers must have forgotten to clean up the corpses again."

Cheryl smelled the smell in the surrounding air, revealing a faint smell of blood.

This is the darkest corner of the holy city of the entire church. I don't know how many naive believers or unlucky heretics have been devoured.

Cheryl has long been used to this kind of life, but it is still very annoying that more than half of the diary that she spent nearly ten years writing has been eaten up.

But the anger in her heart was quickly dispelled by the sudden singing in her ears...

what happened? Cheryl looked around. It was impossible to hear the choir's hymn in such a dark place, and the singing didn't sound like a choir's singing.

The language of the elves?

A tender green leaf appeared in Cheryl's palm, and a special window popped up in her field of vision.

The magic net system... the gift given to her by the chaotic demon before leaving, Cheryl spent a long time on the way to figure out what kind of magic it was.

This calm and peaceful singing voice comes from Cheryl's "Nolan's Voice" that has not been closed yet.

"Frost Elf Tailin..."

Cheryl glanced at the title of Nolan's Voice, and took out a pitch-black primordial stone, which was the 'record' given to her by Misai, and the name of the record artist was Tailin.

"If you bring her to the Holy City, that bastard woman should probably retire..."

Cheryl listened to the elven poems, and the singing that sounded directly in her consciousness was far more effective than the hymns of the choir.

She quickly turned her gaze to the second application on the desktop, which was the 'Spellcaster Forum'.

Cheryl had already registered an account on the Spellcaster Forum on the way to the Kingdom of the Holy Order, and figured out how to use this forum.

"Maybe... I can use this forum to keep a journal?"

Cheryl glanced at the broken diary in her hand. If she came back a few days later, the diary would probably be eaten up by mice.