Sun Miao compromised, compromised with his own thirst for knowledge.
Seeing that Cheng Shi's smile did not seem fake, she hesitated for a long time, took out a page of paper, and carefully took the fine iron arrowhead from Cheng Shi's hand and wrapped it in the page of the book.
"This is......?"
"One of the Time Notes of Memory. During His trials, He will occasionally encounter Time Notes left in dreams. The number is very small, and as one is used, one is left.
This is probably the most luxurious consumable in this game, Cheng Shi, you better not lie to me.
The function of this notebook is to trace the origin. You can understand it as entering a dream to travel like a dream peeping ranger, but ordinary dream peeping rangers and dream peeping props require conscious life as a carrier, but the notebook in my hand does not need it.
All you need is a related object, and you can use the pages of the book to enter its 'dream' and go back to the past to relive that past event.
Of course, you can’t change history, because we in the dream are just spectators.”
Sun Miao was typing with one hand and operating with the other, without delaying either. Her hands moved very quickly, and the moment she finished typing, the operation with the other hand was also finished.
I saw a burst of azure light overflowing from the pages of the book, pouring down to the ground, and slowly covering the ankles of the two people like a rising tide.
Seeing this, Cheng Shi frowned and moved behind Sun Miao in small steps.
"......" Sun Miao glanced at him expressionlessly, "Being overly cautious will only waste your energy. Don't worry, compared to scheming against you, intelligence and history are what I'm interested in.
Also, I have set up a magic circle in the big tent. No one will notice this place for a while. You can wander in your dream without any worries."
Hearing this, Cheng Shi's face lit up with joy: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, why would I be so cautious? Let's go, let's lead the way."
"......"
The tide of memories rose higher and higher, soon engulfing the two of them completely.
Cheng Shi felt a darkness before his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the roof of a building, and the city that was in full view beneath his feet was the familiar Carterouting.
After entering the dream, Sun Miao seemed to no longer need to use her electronic beeper, and her voice echoed directly in Cheng Shi's ears.
"It's her, Lydia!"
Cheng Shi turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and saw that the chief investigator was holding the spire of the bell tower with one hand, looking far into the distance in a certain direction like a helmsman raising a sail into the wind.
Sun Miao was surprisingly familiar with this city. When she noticed Lydia's gaze, she nodded and said:
"It seems that your guess is correct. The direction she was looking at was exactly where Esares lived. The death of this Supreme Inquisitor was indeed related to her.
And there are indeed groups of Iron Knights searching for us, so it seems that the unofficial history is actually correct for once."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lydia rushed towards that direction like an arrow shot from a fully-strung bow. Cheng Shi and Sun Miao did not dare to fall behind and hurriedly followed.
Soon they arrived at the foyer of Esares's house, but the nearly retired Inquisitor was already dead, killed by a short crossbow arrow.
The first thing Cheng Shi saw after landing was Lydia taking out the fine iron arrowhead stained with the blood of Order and engraved with Esares' name from Esares' chest.
Seeing this, their pupils shrank.
Wrong.
The previous conjecture was completely wrong. From the time Lydia landed to the time the two of them caught up, there were only two or three seconds. Not to mention whether the Chief Investigator could kill people silently, even if he could, the body had obviously been dead for more than ten minutes.
The blood had stopped flowing, which meant that the murderer had already succeeded and left.
The two looked at each other, neither of them expected that there was something fishy behind Esares's death.
Lydia held the bloody arrowhead in her hand, and looked at her adoptive father falling to the ground with his eyes open. A trace of pity flashed in her eyes, but she did not show any sympathy.
An Inquisitor who betrayed his original intention and dared to compromise under the watchful eyes of [Order] is no longer the father he admired.
So Lydia did not cry. She felt more and more that there was more than just the problem with the Grand Inquisition, the problem was not just with the Order. Under its influence, the supreme power of Carterotine seemed to be falling apart.
What's even more ironic is that soon after Lydia fell into the yard, all the Iron Knights in the city seemed to have eyes and gathered here. Now, everyone guessed who was the problem.
Among the six people with supreme power, the confused Supreme Inquisitor Loyat died at the hands of Grand Justice Laques, and Laques committed suicide. Now another Supreme Inquisitor Esares is also dead. The one who will be "branded" as the murderer is undoubtedly the investigator Lydia, but she is obviously not the murderer.
Therefore, there are only two possibilities for someone who could easily kill a Supreme Inquisitor in Carter's Court, a pilgrimage site of [Order] at this point in time:
The last Supreme Inquisitor is Kernlauer, and the Grand Executioner is Altaylor.
But the problem is that Kernlauer is inspecting foreign affairs at the border at this time, and there is only one Artel left in the city, so who else could be the murderer except the Grand Executioner?
The answer seems to have surfaced, but the question is, what is the motivation?
Did the Grand Executioner discover Esareth's blasphemous and disrespectful behavior and thus decide to kill him?
But why didn't he, who advocated harsh laws, make the murder procedure just? This would not only allow the trial of a supreme judge to show justice to the people, but also add merit to the harsh ruling Carter Othin. Such an opportunity is rare, and as long as Artel is not stupid, he should not miss this opportunity.
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