Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
“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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