Chapter 527 Ch526 ‘Reward’ and ‘Strategy’

Chapter 527 Ch.526 ‘Award’ and ‘Plot’

Roland was ‘injured’.

But Fernandez only asked a question and told Cinder to take good care of him and the crazy ‘slave’, and rushed straight to the office at the innermost level of the court.

Enid had bought a lot of books recently. When Fernandez was allowed to enter, she was wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the sofa, holding a thick book with yellow stripes and blue background, reading with relish - this scene made Fernandez stunned.

He thought of Roland.

"Mr. Judge."

"Good day, Devinson." Enid raised her eyes, stuffed the thin note beside her hand into a page, and casually put it next to the stacked book tower.

Fernandez glanced at it.

It said "Resistance and Depravity: Brother on Mount Ita" -

Eyeballs down.

Next to the book tower, there are books like "The Fairy Boy and My Lake Blue Ribbon", "The Fierce Smell", "Frequent: The Active Woman" and so on...

The captain silently looked away.

How to say it.

Winter is indeed almost over.

"Are you curious about my private life?" Enid glanced at him and said with a fake smile: "I seem to have told you that you should not disturb me unless necessary."

Fernandez coughed twice and said in a deep voice: "Sir, about the mission my team has recently received..."

"Well, I remember it."

Enid looked at Fernandez bending over diligently, turning the teacup over, boiling water to make tea, lighting a candle, and said in a light tone: "The trouble with the Ring of Eternal Silence. This has nothing to do with the Inquisition... Have you caught the gravedigger?"

Fernandez shook his head, sat down, and said solemnly: "We encountered cultists."

"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows: "I guess it's not the Cradle of Flesh and Blood. If those bugs want "materials", they are everywhere in London."

Fernandez nodded: "I haven't figured out what kind of organization she is from yet-she calls herself "Winged One", from tea... talk... Sir Enid? "

Enid's brown eyes moved slightly, and her lips subconsciously twitched inward.

"I haven't heard of such an organization."

She crossed her legs and listened quietly to Fernandez's story: how he arranged for Shandel and Roland, how long it took him to rush to the scene after hearing the gunshots, the confrontation with the cultists, the battle, and why he did not choose to continue the pursuit.

Fernandez wanted to tell Enid all of this clearly, and show her his faith in the Father of All Things and his loyalty to the Tribunal that has never wavered.

"...I don't know if she has any helpers, sir. I must stay awake and report back to you."

Intelligence is very important.

Even higher than the secret organ.

Many wars often have completely different results just because of the gap in intelligence.

"...This person is very dangerous and can affect the properties of matter through "secrets"...sir. "

But judging by the number of abilities she showed, Fernandez speculated that she would not exceed three rings.

"If all the members of the "tea party" have such power..." Fernandez said solemnly: "Perhaps we should inform the Holy Cross and other Orthodox churches about this."

Especially the Great Whirlpool and the Ring of Eternal Silence, the two major Orthodox churches after the Holy Cross.

Fernandez's idea is not wrong.

In his view, the Inquisition is only responsible for fighting against cultists and aliens.

For example, the "Mithril Church"'s liars who are afraid of chaos in the world, the Wanderers' Union's group of profit-seeking evil parties, the Silver Spindle that targets "women" and does evil under the guise of "liberation", including all the big and small, famous or unknown cults in the country.

That is not just the responsibility of the Inquisition.

Every Orthodox church should contribute - and in the face of the "Winged Ones", Fernandez hopes to pass this message to all the Orthodox leaders through Enid, and try to strangle this organization that will become more and more troublesome in the future in the cradle in advance.

There is nothing wrong with his idea.

Enid did not agree immediately, but asked him if he had guessed the "path" of the "cultist".

"I thought about it all the way, sir."

Fernandez sighed and rubbed his forehead.

His face in the candlelight was full of fatigue.

When it comes to the path of non-Crown God, a name will pop up in the mind of every ritualist.

"Destiny".

This path is considered "outstanding" even in the field of Crown God.

Unfortunately, the inherent defects of the path of non-Crown God have caused ritualists who embark on "Destiny" to have no great rituals available.

- Otherwise, many ritualists would not ridicule them as "Destiny without a future".

"Not "Destiny". "Fernandez had seen the ritualists of that road. Apart from the often disgusting "fate" in their mouths, the quail-like men and women were no better than a hungry wild dog when they started fighting.

Then.

Fernandez considered that since "she" could control the earth and trees, could she be the "herd" or "immortal" of the great vortex?

At the same time, according to "she", the interrupted ceremony involved cemeteries, the dead and babies, and the road might be related to the Ring of Eternal Silence...?

Too little information.

Fernandez had never heard of any road with such power.

"She is very dangerous, Lord Enid. We have to hurry--" he said anxiously, but was interrupted by a look from the presiding judge.

Enid took a look, lowered her head and shook the teacup, sniffed the tea mist leisurely, and took a few sips: "Do you like milk?"

Fernandez paused: "...Sir?"

"I said tea."

"...no more."

"Not at all?"

Fernandez: "Only occasionally."

Enid: "What a shame. You should have tried to live with it."

Fernandez shook his head: "I don't like being too tired."

Enid's smile gradually deepened: "But since your presiding judge likes it, you have to learn to like it too, right?"

Fernand obviously didn't understand: "...Sir?"

"Keep this in your stomach, Fernandez Dewinson." Enid called her by her full name, gently put down the tea cup and sat upright, "Haven't you noticed that our 'Cultist Lady' Did you really offend anyone?"

She didn't wait for Fernandez to answer and started talking to herself.

"She may have enmity with the Chloe family because of some past that we don't know about. Look, the old man's son died in her hands and was cut into pieces of meat of varying thicknesses - I Now it is certain that she will not be a "cavalry" or a "dry bone". "

Fernandez twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

"So, I have a headache, Fernandez. Why should I chase after old guys who can't even wipe their own asses, hold their shit-yellow hands, and beg them to take their attention away from women and gold pounds - Even for a few seconds?”

Enid tilted her head and looked at the huge silver cross on the wall: "The hatred of such desecration of corpses will not end easily. That is a matter between Charles Croy and the "Tea Party", and has nothing to do with the Inquisition— —Remember our duty, Fernandez. "

Fernandez stared at Enid, and something seemed more and more wrong.

Lady Enid was not like this before.

In other words, in the impression of most executive officers, their chief judge should be a straightforward, somewhat paranoid, selfish, cold and extremely powerful lady——

Conspiracies and conspiracies have nothing to do with her, and she doesn't bother to plot against the Holy Cross or the Parliament of Truth at the top, and play the big children's game of 'you guess what I know' with those masters.

Now that he hears such an answer, it’s no wonder that Fernandez is suspicious.

"Fernandez."

Enid raised the corners of her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes: "Do you want to be the presiding judge?"

Fernandez was shocked: "No! Of course not! Sir! I will always be loyal and follow your footsteps!"

"Then, my executive officer will obey my orders, right?"

Fernandez responded immediately: "I will do what you say."

"That's it. Don't spread this matter and pretend that nothing happened." Enid held the tea cup again: "Sometimes, heretics and cultists are not necessarily enemies... Oh, by the way. "

She suddenly remembered.

"I heard that your deputy, our Mr. Roland Collins, was injured?"

Fernandez finally released his breath, loosened his tense muscles, scratched the back of his head, and smiled innocently: "...Ahem, I didn't have time to ask, sir."

Enid looked directly at her: "The final result of this case is that we captured and executed a cult disciple who tried to steal the body on the spot - let's call it the Cradle of Flesh."

she said.

"A small case cannot open the pockets of the church adults. But since you were involved in the danger and brought back information, I will compensate you according to the rules."

She stood up with a smile, picked out a forked dark blue tail feather from the wooden box in the glass cabinet, and placed it gently on the table.

"Whistlebird Feathers."

Enid said.

"Don't refuse, Fernandez. I am your presiding judge and your immediate superior - you deserve this." She tapped her eyebrows, lowered her eyes and whispered: "May the Father of All Things bless your pious soul. …”

Fernandez: ...

Look at the feathers, look at Enid.

Look at Enid, look at the feathers.

What a coincidence.