Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 409 - 228: Ominous Premonition

After passing through a corridor adorned with crystal chandeliers, Jean Saintfield arrived at the most sacred site of the Holy City.

There, an old man holding a scepter was regarding him from a lofty position.

The current Pope, the Silver-bearded Bishop.

This was the supreme ruler of the Ashen Church today.

As an old and established force that had founded Universe Company, the Ashen Church had always been the most unique, seldom engaging in the power struggles among the various consortia. Only during some crucial meetings concerning the entire company could you see these old men appear.

This was Jean Saintfield’s first meeting with the Pope.

Before the death of Saintfield VI, he had not possessed the clearance to attend these core meetings.

"You bring news of the Dark Night,"

the Pope stated bluntly.

"Ah, yes."

Jean Saintfield’s face reflected a cynical smile. If it had been before, he might have been too nervous to speak while facing the Pope. With his status, he had to tread carefully in the presence of these true powerhouses to protect his existing position.

But now things were different.

The established situation was about to change, and that was exactly why he was here.

A glint of murderous intent swept through his eyes as he rushed up the stairs, as swiftly as lightning that doesn’t cover one’s ears, "The Dark Night sends their regards."

His outstretched arms turned into shadows, obscuring all the light within the church.

...

"Extra, Extra!"

Just past noon, a shocking piece of news spread throughout the entire Holy City.

The next heir of the Saintfield family, Jean Saintfield, had attacked the Pope, using means that seemed related to demonic tricks.

In fact, everyone present in the church district had noticed the anomaly.

Not long before, the city’s sky had briefly been shrouded in darkness, an anomaly that lasted for almost two minutes. Following that, an even more dazzling brightness tore through the night sky overhead, moving devout believers to tears, while others knelt down immediately to praise the grace of the Sun King.

Meanwhile, on another side, a body charred beyond recognition was carried out by clerics.

Blood had soaked through the sheet wrapping the body, and from the slight tremors of the sheet, it seemed the person inside might still be alive.

At the top of the stairs, the Pope stabilized himself with his scepter, his steady breathing becoming slightly ragged, his magnificent hall filled with marks of scorching.

Jean Saintfield’s betrayal had been anticipated, but his methods sent a chill through the Pope’s heart.

Because just a few days prior, Jean Saintfield had been a man debilitated by debauchery, physically frail. Yet after undergoing transformation, he had become an enemy even the Judges found challenging.

The red robe he wore was full of tears, and the shadows had left a clear scar across his chest.

Under the washing of Scorching Sun Power, the scar was gradually dissipating.

However, the Pope’s mood was hardly relieved by having subdued Jean Saintfield. Evidently, Jean Saintfield was a pawn, abandoned by the Dark Night. He came before him using a nearly suicidal act just to pay him a visit and to inform him that the Dark Night Witch had now reached the Holy City.

A moment later, the Judge finally brought some good news.

Through screening, Jean Saintfield’s guards and crew showed no signs of being tainted by the Dark Night. Those left outside the church did not resist and cooperated actively with the screening process. For caution’s sake, they had been taken to prison. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

That was where the city’s Scorching Sun Power was most vibrant.

Yet, the squad led by the Judge found no trace of the Dark Night Witch on Jean Saintfield’s ship.

Several hours earlier, the Iron Blood Bishop had relayed crucial intelligence back here, allowing the Church to prepare immediately.

After Jean Saintfield’s spaceship landed, a screening team consisting of three Judges immediately set their sights on it.

The moment Jean Saintfield disembarked, they conducted a thorough screening of the spaceship.

This dreadful news deeply troubled the Pope.

This method of lurking in the dark, unpredictable in both timing and manner of attack, was even more draining on the will than a direct assault.

Now, the only clue left was Jean Saintfield, who was still barely alive.

Before he completely passed away, the Judge would subject him to harsh interrogation in his cell.

It was a cell filled with dazzling rubies, and the Judge appointed to interrogate Jean Saintfield was experienced and proficient in interrogation skills, capable of making even the most stubborn heretics confess before her.

The cost, however, was that every prisoner she interrogated would die in agony, their features seared beyond recognition.

"Beep beep—"

Before the Judge, dressed in a gray robe, entered, a strange electronic sound caught her attention.

It was a small automatic robot, whose round body floated in front of her for a moment, then led the woman to the staircase on the left side of the interrogation room.

The Judge followed the robot, walking alongside it towards the prison’s secret door.

This place was extremely hidden; only the internal staff of the prison were aware of these secret doors.

It was only after the woman saw the small figure behind the secret door that she relaxed, and her furrowed brow eased considerably.

"Baptism, what are you doing here?"

"Don’t go in."

The round robot emitted an electronic synthesized sound, and Baptism looked up solemnly at the woman.

"This is the Pope’s command, and it’s the most important task."

As the chief Judge overseeing this interrogation, she naturally could not heed Baptism’s advice, "Be good, go wait outside for a while. After I finish interrogating that sinner, I’ll come and find you. How about I take you out for your favorite cream dumplings this afternoon?"

"Don’t go in, don’t go in, don’t go in!"

The round robot suddenly raised its volume, causing the woman to shudder.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Regaining her composure, the woman asked Baptism with concern.

Baptism had always been an obedient child and had never behaved so improperly.

Although Baptism, like her, was appointed as a Judge by the Pope himself, defying the Pope’s command was an unforgivable sin for them.

"I have a bad premonition, don’t go in!"

The round robot emphasized again.

The woman hesitated briefly, and for a moment, she considered heeding Baptism’s warning.

But the task of interrogating Jean Saintfield could only be done by her.

Only she could pry open the brain of this heretic and extract the whereabouts of the Dark Night Witch.

With this thought, the woman shook her head and responded firmly, "No, this is my duty."

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