He left after he finished speaking, his figure gradually disappearing in the crowd of the downtown area.
As he watched the other person walk away, Edward's eyes flickered: "A special identity that can obtain certain future information... It's really convenient."
He knew that this cloaked man was Alande, a top player in the United Group. Alande had acquired a special identity similar to that of a "prophet" at a very early stage, similar to other identities such as "supervisor" and "power holder".
Alande can know a lot of things in advance, such as some information about the next dungeon, some secret plots, etc. He is also good at seeking benefits and avoiding harm, and can avoid some crises.
Edward envied this identity very much. He felt that this guy became so strong today only thanks to the help of this identity.
——If he also has this kind of identity, he will definitely be able to do better than them. For example, if he is the owner of the identity of "the one in power"...
Edward, who had been repeatedly warned by the United Group, had a natural hostility towards Su Mingan.
After watching Alande leave, Edward immediately contacted Michael.
The people in the Inquisition hate evil and hate evil. As long as they catch Siberia, they will never let go of Su Mingan, who signed a contract with her.
He followed the judge all the way into the stone fortress of the inner city, and rushed to the door of the room.
Michael kicked the door open and the judges filed in.
They had serious faces and old-fashioned looks, and they looked very aggressive when they broke in.
"According to reports from the public, the priestess Zhulili secretly hid the exiled Sissi Zewan and took the initiative to introduce those who were on the verge of an outbreak of the curse into the First Tribe. She was abusing her power for personal gain and bending the law, which is a heinous crime! The Inquisitor has come to arrest the two of them—"
The verdict, like the sound of a huge bell, suddenly stopped.
It was as if time had suddenly stopped, and the judges in front of Edward suddenly stopped moving.
"What happened?" Edward couldn't see what was happening in the room because he was blocked by someone, but he knew that Su Mingan was probably inside.
He pushed through the crowd, looked inside, and fell into the same frozen state as everyone else—
Inside the room, the "beautiful" Noel, who was wearing a white skirt and pointed shoes, was blushing, hunching over and pulling at something. His body was wrapped in a bunch of silk threads that were tightening his muscles, and even his skirt was left with marks on his flesh. No one knew what kind of play he was playing.
Edward recognized that it was Noel dressed as a woman. After all, the man's face had begun to twist... It was really twisted...
At the other end of the room, Su Mingan was indeed there. On his shoulder was a black bird wrapped like a dumpling, and it was screaming miserably.
It seems like a torture of being torn apart by five horses is going on here.
——Edward had never seen such a scene.
He had no idea what the world number one and world number two were doing in this small room.
He was stunned for a while before he reacted.
After meeting Su Mingan's gaze, he sorted out his complicated emotions and smiled again.
He felt very lucky that this time Su Mingan was matched with a guide who was a heretic and gave him a chance.
If Su Mingan's guide was a little stronger, Edward felt that he would not have won so easily this time...
As long as the judges executed Su Mingan, he would win this time...
"you……"
He immediately turned around, trying to wake up those who were shocked by the scene.
He suddenly stopped moving too.
When he turned his head, he seemed to see a hell.
All the judges who had been so arrogant before...suddenly became shorter.
They knelt on the ground.
As for his guide Michael who had always taken care of him... he was the one who kneeled the most standardly.
Michael put his hands on the ground and his knees touched the ground, as if he wanted to sacrifice himself completely.
Hearing Edward's call, Michael remained motionless, like a stone statue, with his forehead pressed against the ground, facing the direction of the raven, and performing the salute very standardly.
“…”
Looking at his "colleagues" kneeling on the ground behind him and decisively turning against his own side before the battle, Edward was at a loss.
...I haven't made a move yet, why did you make the first move?
"Sigh." In the corner of the room, Su Mingan sighed softly.
...but it was still seen.
Then he came clean and stopped pretending.
He loosened the coils of string around the raven, untied the threads that had bound Noel's flesh.
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