Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1128- No discussion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1127- Gene Warrior Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 594: Uncle and Nephew (6)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 20: The Showdown Between Armies!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
“I am the chief of the Inquisitor Hall, Hanks Gray. Welcome to the Inquisitor Hall, Mister Roel.”
“Thanks for your hospitality, Count Hanks. Pardon me for my sudden visit. I’ve heard much about your accomplishments, and it’s my pleasure to meet you in person.”
After the guard took his leave, Roel exchanged greeting the red-haired man.
Hanks’ greeting was formal and slightly cold, and Roel made sure to answer with impeccable etiquette. However, when Roel correctly identified Hanks as a count, the latter stiffened up for a split moment.
There was no doubt that Hanks was one of the most important subjects of the Theocracy, serving as the chief of the Inquisitor Hall. He rarely appeared in public, such that few people were aware that he was a noble on top of a clergyman.
It couldn’t be helped since he had no conferred land, and the Grays had always kept a low profile as most of their house members chose to join covert departments.
There was only one possibility why a landed noble like Roel was aware of his noble title—Her Highness Nora, Holy Eminence John, or a member of the royal family must have told him about it.
With this simple exchange, Roel subtly conveyed the deep trust the Xeclydes had in him to the skeptical Hanks. That convinced Hanks to change his attitude, and he stood up and shook hands with Roel.
“Mister Roel, may I know the reason behind your sudden visit to our Inquisitor Hall?”
“… I’m here to fulfill an appointment.”
“An appointment?”
“Yes, it was an appointment made through a ring.”
Roel took out an exquisite wooden box from his robe and presented the Xeclydes’ house ring to Hanks for verification. The latter quickly examined the ring before bowing respectfully.
“Lord Roel, please follow me.”
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An hour later, Roel discreetly entered a familiar yet slightly surprising location under Hanks’ lead—the Saint Mesit Theocracy’s royal palace.
It wasn’t the headquarters of the Genesis Goddess Church, where Roel had previously met with Holy Eminence John, but the Xeclydes’ Seraphic Burg. There was a subtle but meaningfu
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