He quietly hides in the vast wilderness between the Audier Mountains.
The huge white rock wall is its periphery. With the blessing of divine power, even the worst weather cannot leave a trace of dirt on it.
In the center of the "needle"-shaped square stands three large brown-red Roman-style dome towers. The neat square red brick walls are lined with rows of semi-curved windows, and various strange-shaped creature statues surround the external roof railings and circles. The arch makes the whole building condense a heavy atmosphere. A thin cable bridge connects the towers from the air, forming the entire main hall.
The statues of the twelve apostles are scattered around the main hall. Unlike the statues on the Holy City Square, they all wear armor, hold swords or maces, and pose for war.
A wide scarlet carpet bordered with silver stretched from the front steps to the altar, and from twenty-four bas-relief pillars hung a great banner of the cross with the holy sword and the holy hammer.
The orange mural depicts the entire half-vaulted zenith, the sun setting in the west, purple clouds, defeated aliens, humans prostrate on the ground praying to the sky, and countless apostles with wings.
The morning sun shines through the stained glass windows, forming beams of light pouring in.
The sight alone is enough to make the most ungodly believer fall to his knees in tears, regretting that he has fallen into the sigil of light that hangs on the main wall.
Depressed, majestic, sacred, this is the first impression it gives to every newcomer.
Of course, if it wasn't for the groans that seemed to come from the deepest part of the earth, containing endless pain and despair, it would be true.
Inquisition is the name of the place.
Bishop Roland frowned, and slowly walked down the damp steps, filled with damp and earthy air, which made his nose very uncomfortable. The thick, damp moss on the walls will occasionally draw streaks of turquoise slime on the gorgeous robes of the bishop. If it weren't for the Pope's oracle, he is still in the church of the Holy City, enjoying the joy of the holy city. Everything in the church. reverence and adoration for believers.
Nobody wants to deal with the sadists of the Inquisition, not even as a bishop.
This underground dungeon has a strange shape and is covered with dried blood torture instruments. Roland has known it for a long time, and only knows a few common types.
It seems sadistic has invented a lot of new things.
Just looking at these monsters made of wood and iron makes you feel sore and uncomfortable.
It's hard to imagine that a person can be tortured by these things for half a year without regretting.
"Praise my Lord, I would rather choose to be burned ten times at the stake than to stay here for an hour." Roland thought silently, but immediately regretted this ominous thought.
Passing through the torture chamber, deeper underground, rows of chained, water-soaked wooden cages lay many seriously injured heretics.
Without those low wailing and cursing, Roland really thought that what he saw was just a corpse.
However, there are exceptions.
In the cage in the far corner, a middle-aged man with a naked upper body was leaning against the edge of the cage. Under the light of the flickering torch on the wall, his pale skin slightly reflected the metal light.
"Leo Angles Roland stopped ten steps away," or call him His Excellency Cardinal, the most noble thief in the entire Anno State. "Of course, in front of the throne of the Seal of Light, all nobles and arrogance are equally humble."
Leo struggled to hold his head up, barely able to laugh, and might have swore vulgarly if his tongue hadn't been ripped out in the latest torture.
"I'm sorry, if you didn't turn your back on the light and fall into the abyss of heresy, you would have had a brilliant future." Roland prayed a few words, as if the word heresy stained his mouth, and then raised his voice, "You Where are the stolen artifacts and the research material for that iniquity?" Perhaps the Holy See would have mercifully chosen a poisoned drink over burning at the stake in the Forum. "
After waiting for a while, Roland turned around. His nose was getting more and more uncomfortable, so there was no need to waste any more time. Anyway, he had already obtained a lot of clues in the previous several mental searches.
On the shores of the Byron Empire, in the famous Golden Horn, there is a secular city named Fedu. What he wants is there.
Under the magic of searching for sacred objects, even if it is placed in a dirty mouse hole, he will still be discovered.
When everything was completed perfectly, he moved half a step closer to the bishop's position.
Leo watched Roland's back silently, the rippling at the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger, until that weird and crazy smile covered his whole face, he opened his mouth wide, and screamed crazily without words.
If I could make sounds, the syllables would mean: "I am immortal."