Forests on the border of the Frost Country.

It is approaching late at night, and the bitter cold wind will bury all living creatures under the frost and snow.

Sheil and his army were very lucky. There was no blizzard tonight, but a sparse light snow fell, as quiet as the night of the Holy Sacrifice of the Frost Kingdom.

"Prince, are you sleepy?"

Marshal Amt sat by the temporary bonfire and held a glass of warm wine that had just been heated. The wine seemed to be the fuel of the marshal. After this thing was made, this man, who looked like a giant bear, could be full of vitality no matter what.

Sheil was not very good at dealing with this kind of "Frost Country-style man", especially the spirits handed over by Marshal Amt, which smelled too pungent in Sheil.

Has this country confused the difference between alcohol and alcohol?

"I'm a little tired." Sheil nodded.

"It's really scary to be attacked by the ice dragon during the day. Your Highness, please go and rest first. I and my Southern Army will watch tonight."

Marshal Amt threw a piece of dry firewood into the bonfire.

"The ice dragon cannot reach the bottom of the canyon. At most, there are only some monsters like Frost wolf and Snow Demon, so don't worry."

"Marty Marshal Amt, you should also pay attention to your health."

Sheil did not refuse too much. He glanced at the marshal's injured leg. The part healed under the healing of the Holy Light Magic had recovered a lot.

He left the place where the bonfire was burning and walked into a tent that belonged only to him.

When Sheil's smile disappeared instantly after entering the tent, he walked to the bed and sat down, clicked on the Magic Net's message.

Sheil and the Fire-Sending Man have sent more than 130 messages to each other. In these news records, the Fire-Sending Man told Sheil something that he was unwilling to believe in any case.

The conspiracy of the heresy court of the Kingdom of Holy Church.

“The Black Wood Forest Fire.”

Sheil looked through the pictures sent by the fire-transmitting man, which clearly recorded the evil deeds of the Heresy Court in the Black Wood Forest.

After browsing the shocking scenes again, Sheil clicked on the Immovable Library section of the Spellcaster Forum and found a book "Diary of the Heresy Judgmenter" with a reply volume of up to 130,000 in the Immovable Library.

This is also recommended by the Fire-Transferring Man to Sheil. In this book, the origin of the judges and how the organization operates in detail.

Sheil clicked on the first page of the book and started reading it. Reading books on Magic Network is a very special experience. He can see other people's evaluations of this book at any time.

Originally, Shayle was just reading this diary with the mentality of checking information, but the story of a young nun in the diary struggling to survive in the heresy court and gradually becoming a cold-blooded killer. He inexplicably grasped the heart of the "prince" and he continued to read patiently.

As time quietly began to disappear, the "prince" of the Frost Kingdom has been immersed in this dark and lonely diary.

Until the Frost Spirit floated into the tent, lay on Sheil's shoulder, and made a slight sound. The Frost Spirit's scream was a bit like a bell, which made Sheil come back from the diary.

"Three hours have passed?"

Shayer glanced at the time display in the lower right corner of the Magic Net. The time displayed above is Nolan. There is a three-hour time difference between the Frost Country and Nolan, so it was already late at night when it was replaced by the Frost Country.

"But it's just right."

Shayer recorded the chapters he saw and closed the magic net, touching the Frost Spirit on his shoulder with his hand.

"Did you find anything unusual?"

Two light spots appeared on the white light ball, nodding like a human eye.

“…”

After receiving the affirmative answer from the Frost Spirit, Sheil's heart became very heavy.

Although the diary of the Heretic Judge is described from a first-person perspective, Sheil can still see that there is something wrong with this organization, and the Judges are definitely not using the power of the Holy Light.

But at present, Sheil still cannot be sure whether what the Fire-Transferring the people are saying is true, what is the relationship between the Heretic Inquisition and the Kingdom of the Holy Church, and... whether there are these dangerous guys in his own army.

And now Sheil has to rely on his own eyes to confirm it!

His consciousness gradually dissipated under the guidance of the Frost Spirit. When Shayer opened his eyes again, he was already in the snow field in the canyon.

The power that Shayer gained after receiving the power of the Frost Spirit is to completely integrate his consciousness into the surrounding Frost and Snow.

Sheil stood above the sky and glanced at the camp in the canyon. Except for a few soldiers who were vigilant, the rest of the soldiers were already asleep.

Under the guidance of the Frost Spirit, he approached the tents stationed by the priests of the Holy Kingdom, which were also the medical point for the entire army.

"Sleep at ease, I have healed your wounds." The priests in white comforted the wounded soldiers.

Shayer, who turned into frost and snow, quietly floated to the back of the tent. When he arrived at the tent at the corner, Shayer felt the breath of the magic barrier.

But this could not affect Shayer. A snowflake quietly floated into the tent. Shayer used the snowflake's eyes to see clearly the scenery inside the tent.

The priest who treated Marshal Amt's left leg in the tent during the day seemed to be arguing with a knight.

With the help of the Frost Spirit, the snowflake was heard, and Shayer also heard clearly what the priest said.

"Why don't you let that ice dragon kill all these guys? One breath! One breath is enough to kill hundreds of people. You have to create an avalanche to push them into the canyon!" The priest shouted loudly at the knight.

What the priest said made Sheil stunned there, and he also recognized the armor on the knight, who was a soldier of the Second Legion under his command.

"We need living creatures as tributes at the bottom of the canyon engraved by the magic circle of the ceremony." The knight's voice sounded very hoarse, not like the sound that humans should have.

"What should I do now! The 'spiritual plague' you are proud of has no effect at all! Sheil, the great twelve prince of the Frost Kingdom, saved the entire army."

"It was the singing of the elves that affected the integrity of the ceremony..." When the knight said this, his eyes suddenly looked at the snowflakes falling on the table.

Sheil's eyes looked at the knight, and Sheil felt that he had seen something terrifying in an instant.

The mental stinging pain woke Sheil from the bed, breathing fresh air constantly, and the symptoms of tinnitus appeared on Sheil again.

Ceremony, sacrifice, spiritual plague…

Sheil hugged his head, and his back was completely soaked in sweat. After a brief contemplation, he opened the message of the Fire-Sending Man and edited a message and sent it.
Chapter completed!