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Chapter 244 Judge versus Judge (Part )
Michaelia Wilchak, Lord Inquisitor belonging to the Order of Foreigners. No one knows the origin of this honorary title, but she has indeed served in the Inquisition for more than four hundred years and has still not been "accidentally killed" or "beaten as a heretic." Not to mention the real inside story, at least this superficial phenomenon is enough to prove that she does have enough abilities and means to ensure that she is in her current position for a long time.

When the Lion's Mane first entered the Baal system, Hastings had already discovered the existence of an Inquisition cruiser during his "intensive background investigation." He did indeed correctly find out the owner of the ship through his own work, but the above information that flashed in his mind was not obtained at that time.

He raised his glass to the other party politely: "Nice to see you again, and not at a trial against the arrogant alien sect, Lord Inquisitor Wilchak."

"I'm glad to hear from you again, and it's not because you were finally burned at the stake, my dear little Sibylla." Judge Wilchak said, covering half of his face with a feather fan.

The most cutting-edge rejuvenation technology in the entire empire can no longer hide the passage of time on her body. The folds at the corners of Judge Wilchak's eyes show that she is a person who loves to laugh - but her cold and clear eyes with a clear meaning of scrutiny. This shows that most of the smiles she often displays may not be sincere.

These two inquisitors, who were barely considered "colleagues", did know each other, but that was all.

Their acquaintance dates back to before the Great Rift unfolded. At that time, Hastings was still with his mentor, but he was just a young boy responsible for psychic prophecy support. At that time, Wilchak, who was already a mature Lord Inquisitor, served as "Hastings' mentor" Peer" had a casual relationship with him (the kind of casual relationship that he tried to poach but was rejected by both Hastings and his mentor). A lot of things happened after that. When Hastings picked up the rosette stained with the blood of his mentor, Judge Wilchak relied on his honorary title to stand up for the legitimacy of his inheritance of his mentor's position. Got the stage.

Perhaps Judge Wilchak at the time wanted to use this as a breakthrough to slowly turn Hastings into a part of her "network". But unfortunately, a big rift opened soon after that. This sudden and huge change not only increased the work of each inquisitor exponentially, but also physically divided the empire's territory into two halves that were difficult to communicate with each other - Hastings was in the holy territory of the empire, and Weir Chuck was on the dark side of the Empire, and the connection between them was severed. Even if the situation stabilized to some extent after that, Hastings was recruited by the Imperial Regent, and as a member of the Psionics Council, he was able to travel relatively freely to both sides of the Great Rift, but his thin friendship did not support them from dividing their energy anymore. to restore contact. Therefore, this was the first meeting between the two of them after about one hundred and twenty years.

"I have imagined many possible situations when you and I meet again, but I really have not imagined this one." Judge Wilchak's eyes were teasingly between Hastings and Fujimaru Ritsuka in the distance. Move, "How did you climb such a tall branch?"

Inquisitor Hastings did not feel dissatisfied when he entered working mode - in other words, six months of life on the Stormbound and Lion's Mane had greatly improved his ability to control emotions. He was not aroused by this simple provocation, and just replied calmly: "It's just that I hit the muzzle of the gun myself, and then my skills were inferior to others, so I was willing to admit defeat."

Judge Wilchak let out a slightly artificial laugh. But she didn’t comment on the part about Hastings “hitting the gun” as if it was a matter of course: “So, I really should have caught you directly under my door back then. Alien Court Excellent prophetic psychics like you are much needed."

"With all due respect, you must have at least a few Eternal Soldiers Astartes." When saying these words to flatter himself, Hastings didn't even move his brows, "I'm not that Easy to catch.”

"It doesn't sound completely impossible to me." If you search hard in Death Watch, you should be able to find at least a few qualified black shield monks, but Wilchak doesn't really intend to do this.

She just tried to use this topic to explore the topic: "But I guess the energy that that little girl can use is much more than that, right?"

"After watching today's ceremony, what do you think?" Hastings threw the question back, "The Imperial Guards, the rain of petals in the sky, the luxurious honor guard, the Astartes Phalanx, the extravagant dresses and jewelry, And most importantly, the Emperor's Dream - what do you think of these?"

The smile on Lord Inquisitor Wilchak's face slowly disappeared. A tense silence fell, but there was no flaw in Judge Hastings's demeanor. There was a burst of laughter from the crowd further away: because Fujimaru Ritsuka told a joke. In this situation, no matter how funny a joke is, as long as it comes from her mouth, everyone around her will laugh out loud. Moreover, Hastings was convinced that Fujimaru's sense of humor would only work in the right way in the right situation.

"In my opinion, it is already a hint that you will stand in the ballroom in this capacity." After a brief silence, Wilczak did not answer Hastings's rhetorical question. Another thing was brought up, "After all, you, the 'Saint Killer' and the 'Legend Crusher', would participate in social occasions as the dance partner of an 'Imperial Saint'. The reason is really fascinating."

"I didn't know that the results of my insignificant work could reach your ears across the gap. This is a great honor for me." Hastings replied, without disclosing it without being rude. Give out a little bit of other information.

As for titles such as "Saint Killer" and "Legend Crusher", they are just nicknames spread randomly by those who have a little knowledge of Hastings' work. In his own opinion, he was just doing the job he was supposed to do normally. He didn't like these titles, but he had to admit that the fame these things brought him was indeed useful sometimes.

During the period when Hastings first became the Inquisitor, he did quickly expose several disguised saints through the remaining team of his mentor, and destroyed some legends and cult beliefs caused by chaos tricks, and in this Rivers of blood were inevitably shed in the process. But he can also hold his head high and say that all his actions in this process were legal and well-documented, and he did not use any means that contained chaos, heresy, or even a little bit of suspicious elements (at least The part that can be queried is displayed like this).

It was this part of his resume that gained the favor of the Imperial Regent and became the stepping stone for him to be promoted to the Psionics Council. But success is also a failure. When Fujimaru Ritsuka, the new "Imperial Saint", appeared on Parmenio, it was the inertia brought to him by this part of his resume that made him... He was finally forced to board the Storm Frontier. Pirate ship.

"If you're just wondering why 'I'm here in this capacity,' the answer is simple: I lost, so I had to obey. In many ways," Hastings added thoughtfully. But if you're wondering 'how it came to this', I have no comment."

"Are you really not telling me at all? Little Sibylla, you are so heartless." There was a contrived anger in Wilchak's tone. The emergence of this typical "social means" made Hastings A chill ran down my spine.

Out of the desire to survive this cold spell, Hastings once again made an additional addition: "If you really want some advice, all I can say is: don't conflict with her, in any sense of the word. Contained in it. She doesn't look threatening now, just because she likes it and doesn't need to be threatening."

"What if she needs to?" Wilchak asked. "For example, I assume that the little saint was actually threatened by an inquisitor in some sense?"

"She doesn't need it. Someone else will take care of everything for her." Hastings raised his hand slightly irritably and took a sip from the wine glass that was only intended as a decoration. "At that time, I almost got painted on the lintel. literal meaning."

Even with more than four hundred years of experience as an inquisitor, he was familiar with emergencies that might arise in most social situations. Wilchak was not sure for a moment - whether he should laugh or express panic appropriately. and comfort.

(End of this chapter)