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Clam?

That cheap father who died of illness was a cultist?

Aaron was startled, but immediately noticed Ron's words.

Use the power of evil...

To explain in disguise that his father is not actually a cultist?

In a few flashes of thought, Aaron couldn't help but think of Bals' words before his death, and also thought of his unprovoked malice.

Was it because Bals knew this reason that he chose to attack him?

Ron looked at Aaron who was in deep thought, and did not urge him, but the golden enamel sword-shaped badge on his collar flashed an imperceptible light.

"I don't know." Aaron pondered for a moment and said.

In the original owner's memory, he had no idea that such a thing existed, and he really didn't expect that the cheap dad who had been bedridden in his memory seemed to have a great background.

The golden enamel sword emblem flashed silently, and Ron nodded thoughtfully, "You don't know..."

"How did you know about this?"

"The reason is simple. When I came to Bars' house, someone handed me all his relevant information." Ron shrugged, "I spent half a day sorting out the relevant information, and then he I saw relevant descriptions in my notes.”

"Aren't you afraid that they are giving you false information?"

"False information?" Ron laughed dumbly, "Sir Aaron, you must be clear that we are executing any noble transcendent who becomes the power of the cult in the name of the sacred weapon, the Hanging Sword. In other words, anyone who obstructs our investigation Even those who try to kill us will receive His attention. Besides..."

Ron changed the topic and said in a subtle tone: "We are only responsible for dealing with the noble extraordinary people who have become cultists, that's all. We are responsible for killing those aristocratic gentlemen who are ignorant and short-sighted, but we are not Responsible for subsequent punishment, do you understand what I mean?"

As symbolized by the hanging sword, He is just a sharp blade and is only responsible for executing the results of the judgment, but He is not responsible for the work after the judgment.

To put it simply, the investigators of Hanging Sword are responsible for killing and not burying.

On the one hand, this resulted in their powers being quite streamlined and focused. They would not be dazzled by complicated matters during the investigation process, and it also gave the noble families no reason to obstruct them.

They were just tools responsible for killing people, and the hand holding the tool was still firmly held by King Algrant and even the sacred weapon, the Hanging Sword itself.

The only result of nobles making things difficult for investigators is to attract more attention, which in turn leads to more trouble.

Politics is the art of compromise.

While Agrant III continued to strengthen the power of the Hanging Sword investigators, he also skillfully narrowed the scope of the investigators' power, reaching a tacit consensus with the nobles of the family to a certain extent.

Don't commit any crime, and if you commit any crime, don't let me discover it. If you are discovered, you will die.

Dare to resist or dare to hide?

You can try it, but you will die if you try it anyway.

"Mr. Aaron, if the Saugetos family dares to give me false information, once I find out... it will not just involve our organization."

"I want to know what's written in that notebook."

"The main story is that when Baars was still an apprentice, he followed his mentor to participate in a certain round of siege against cult believers. As a result, he misjudged the power of the cult believers in advance and almost annihilated the whole army. In the end, old Albert stood up. , seemed to have mobilized some kind of cult power, and finally ended the battle. You must know the subsequent story. He was falsely accused of escaping from battle, and died of illness in Leiden City."

As he spoke, Ron drew out another long sword and quickly drew sword marks on the stone bricks.

The blade of this long sword was extremely sharp, and Aaron just watched as Ron sliced ​​across the ground silently like cutting tofu, leaving deep marks.

In the blink of an eye, a complex rune gradually formed, which seemed to be an extremely abstract sword-like mark.

"I am a believer who wields the sword, seeking guidance from the hanging sword. May evil have no escape from us."

Ron held the long sword in his back, with the blade facing downwards, with a solemn expression, solemnly reciting prayers. The one-handed sword in his hand seemed to have heard his call, and it slowly rose into the air, and then plunged down like lightning. , hitting the sword-shaped rune.

A strong wind came, and with the blessing of some mysterious power, the weak breeze seemed to change its nature.

Although there was a breeze blowing on his face, Aaron's cheeks ached slightly, and he always felt that his face would be scratched by the wind blowing against his face in the next moment.

This breeze stirred up the remaining cult aura around it. In the blink of an eye, the thin black mist steamed out again. It seemed that because the aura had already dispersed a lot, the black mist only exuded a slightly ominous aura, but it was completely gone. The initial momentum.

Under the influence of the invisible force, the black mist was like a flock of sheep being driven by a shepherd dog. They scrambled into a panic and finally swarmed towards Aaron.

But before they could swarm onto Aaron, as the black cat let out a lazily cry, the thin black mist suddenly shrank by a factor of two, as if an invisible big hand was squeezing it wantonly, with only enough time to make a sound. The squealing sound like a rat dissipated into nothingness.

"That's..." Aaron witnessed everything in front of him and felt that this black energy seemed a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, or in other words, felt it before.

"It's just a little bit of the scent left over from the coming ceremony of the Man-Faced Rat."

The ritual that drove just now seemed to be a big burden for Ron. There was sweat on his forehead, and his face was not as natural as before.

"The remaining cult aura is difficult to deal with, but if it is not dealt with, it will be easily absorbed by other things. It may end up giving birth to something that none of us can imagine. By the way, it is also to reaffirm your identity."

"mine?"

"Yes, Mr. Aaron, although two apprentices from the Tower of Stars have testified for you, I am still accustomed to seeing is believing. According to the data, you were once used here as the descending carrier of the Human-Faced Mouse Church, because it involves those Underground rats are good at hiding, so I had to confirm it myself.”

Ron put away the one-handed sword as if nothing had happened and smiled kindly.

But Aaron knew that if he was really detected to have any abnormality just now, Ron would probably just swing his sword immediately.

If he hadn't been systematic, he would have almost absorbed the evil spirit of the human-faced rat at that time. Otherwise, if something went wrong, he really wouldn't know how to explain it.

"But if that's the case, I think we can have a good talk about cooperation..."

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