I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

In this seemingly endless dance, only one person did not dance.

He looked about 40 years old and was dressed like a pianist. He was sitting in the corner of the ballroom, playing with his hands in the air, as if there was a real piano in front of him.

Although he failed to play a single note, the pianist still looked intoxicated and selfless. He held his head high, closed his eyes tightly, and shook his head, as if he was playing hard.

This performance lasted until six o'clock in the morning. The upper class people on the dance floor seemed to have finally had enough fun and fell softly to the floor, motionless.

The pianist stood up from the invisible piano and bowed and waved around, as if thanking the audience for their love and applause.

However, apart from the melody that had been playing on the gramophone all night, there was no more movement...

But the pianist was completely intoxicated in the atmosphere he had imagined, greedily breathing the turbid air around him, as if he was reminiscing about his wonderful performance.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door next to him that he slowly came back to his senses and said:

"Come in."

A young man dressed as a waiter walked into the ballroom and glanced at the various upper-class people on the floor. He seemed not surprised by this and said nothing. He just ran quickly to the pianist and handed him a small bottle. A message.

As soon as the pianist saw the contents of the telegram, he frowned and the excitement and enjoyment on his face disappeared instantly.

"How is this possible? When did it happen?"

"last night……"

"Who did it?"

"It should be the Brilliant Order and an investigation team called 'Anju Leye'."

"No, I need something more detailed, specific to a certain person."

"I'm afraid it will take some time to investigate..."

"Damn it! Our God, our Lord, hates waiting the most!"

The pianist was a little anxious and quickly pushed the waiter away, left the ballroom, went to the basement, and quickly prepared a lot of divination tools.

He looked flustered and anxious, as if he would encounter something unexpected if he slowed down for a few seconds.

After some preparations, he ignored all the taboos about divination and asked directly:

"Who killed the deacon of Brilliant City? Who killed the deacon of Brilliant City? Who killed the deacon of Brilliant City?"

After asking three times in a row, the mirrors and candles in front of him gave him a result. After some interpretation, he took out the map, wrote and drew on it, and directly described the murderer's appearance.

Then he folded the piece of paper with the murderer's face in half, put it into an envelope, and quickly left the basement. He called the waiter from before and asked him to drive him from the suburban manor to the City of Illusion. 's city center.

On the way, he kept urging:

"Hurry up! This time the situation is too serious. I must discuss this with several priests."

But in order to hide his identity from others, the pianist got out of the car two blocks ahead of time and prepared to walk to his destination.

But before getting out of the car, he handed the envelope depicting the murderer's face to the waiter and ordered:

"Find some people and bring this guy to me from the Brilliant City. I must execute him in front of the Lord to appease the Lord's anger... Remember! He must be alive!"

After that, he added an additional sentence:

"Remember to find some powerful and ruthless characters, and don't be afraid to spend more money."

The waiter nodded vigorously, kept the envelope close to his body, and then drove away from the pianist.

The pianist adjusted his clothes and straightened the top hat on his head to make himself look normal and respectable. Then he took his cane and went to a cigar club two streets away.

In one of the luxuriously decorated private conference rooms, he saw several other senior executives of the 'Following Madness' sect.

They are all priests responsible for serving and pleasing the Lord. The leader of them, the high priest, is known as the one closest to the Lord in the entire sect.

But at this moment, all the senior officials looked solemn, uneasy, and worried.

As soon as the pianist took his seat, the leading high priest brought an even bigger bomb:

"Lord Lord... is a little tired. He may need to sleep for a while. He will not be able to answer our prayers for a while."

"Tired? Asleep?"

The pianist suddenly looked shocked, as if he had heard two completely unfamiliar terms.

In other words, he didn't want to believe that this kind of human condition would happen to the master.

"How can this be?"

"Lord, He...suffered some injuries..."

Another priest next to him said quietly.

"This……"

The pianist instantly felt as if his breathing and heartbeat were about to stop. He froze in his seat, as if completely petrified.

How could the Lord be injured?

How could a being like that be injured?

He is clearly at a level that is completely untouchable by humans. Who can hurt Him?

unless……

"Saint?"

The pianist came up with the only possible answer.

Only the foolish saints of mankind have the possibility of reaching the Lord.

Another priest next to him nodded and replied:

"Yes, and there is more than one, I am afraid at least three saints will take action at the same time."

"Veto? Law? What else?"

The pianist asked again.

"It's not clear yet. It may be asylum, or it may be manifestation. I prefer the latter. Humanity currently needs the seventh saint, and the embodiment saint is the most motivated to take action."

The leading high priest made some speculations.

Another priest then added:

"So they jointly set up this trap, killed our deacon in the Brilliant City, destroyed our holy place there, and used this to lure the Lord to take action, and then ambush?"

"That's it. These people are so cunning, cunning, and despicable!"

The high priest cursed fiercely.

"Then what should we do now? How should we express our devotion to the Lord?"

Another priest asked.

"The recovery of the Overlord will take some time. No one knows how long it will take. And the help that we ants can provide is destined to be minimal... However, the Overlord has not given instructions to terminate the operation, so our current plan is still Gotta keep pushing forward.”

As the high priest spoke, he looked around at the faces of everyone in the room, noticed that everyone looked embarrassed, and continued:

"I know that without the Lord's protection, it will be very difficult for us to fight against the cult, so we must be more careful and use our own strength to prove our ability and piety to the Lord."

In fact, not everyone felt heavy, at least the pianist felt secretly relieved.