Warhammer Inquisitor

Even after many years, Petronila can still recall the scene at that time, she almost hit him, and the faint smile on his face.

That was bound to make Petronilla Viva ashamed for a long time.

"Your Excellency Marshal." She hastily put away her gun, "I'm sorry, I."

"You can only apologize after the wrong thing happened." He still smiled lightly, "But the wrong thing didn't happen, right? Will you write this down in your notebook today?"

"No, sir."

"That's fine, nothing happened."

He moved his eyes away, as if he forgot what happened just now, Petronilla secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and she carefully looked at the deformed demon that fell to the ground with its eyes open.

"What's that?" she asked cautiously.

"A shift demon. In the olden days he was Minister of State by the name of Van Vlenn Casthall."

As he said this, it was only at this moment that Petronila noticed the torn white robe of the Ministry of Political Affairs on the monster's body and the chain hanging around his neck. The thing was already too small, and it was completely out of proportion to his huge size.

Petronilla looked at the dead demon in awe, the fear in her heart had been reduced a lot, maybe because Vito stood beside her, the fear was quickly replaced by curiosity again.

"He used to be a human being?" she asked, "but how did he become like this?"

"Chaos has many secrets, among which Tzeentch is the worst, so I would rather be happy with Slaanesh than reach a consensus with Tzeentch."

She fell from the sky and said in a light and pleasant voice. Petronilla looked at Sarah Malfoy, who spread the steel wings behind her and landed from nowhere.

She had a graceful figure, like a marble sculpture of hibiscus, and Petronilla could not help blushing when she raised her head and smiled. She was indeed beautiful, and she had a unique charm.

They say she and Lilith are sisters? If Lilith is as beautiful as she is, then it's no wonder Vito has an affair with them, and it makes Petronilla a little unhappy.

Her eyes carefully polished Sarah's body uncontrollably, and she noticed a book in her hand, which was a strange collection of books with screaming faces on the cover.

"That is?"

"Ah." She smiled and held up the book, "It's better you don't know, otherwise, just seeing this corrupted demon is enough to kill you."

Her beautiful but chilly smile made Petronila's whole body stiff for a moment, and there was an uneasy chill in her back for a moment, which lasted for a long time before it dissipated after she smiled again.

"But don't worry, I'm not my sister, I'm not a judge, and I'm not those paranoid nuns." She said that the book in her hand suddenly caught fire without warning, and it was quickly reduced to ashes in her hands.

She is a psyker? Petronilla thought to herself, but she didn't say it out loud. She heard that psykers are good at reading minds. She didn't know if Sarah had read her own, but that smile that seemed to know everything still made Petronilla very upset. Anxiety, and boredom.

She then turned her gaze to other places, and thus discovered Anthony, who was still alive.

It's just that he didn't live well, his arm was wrapped with a bandage, and there were slight burn marks on the side of his cheek, and the fermentation on his disheveled and well-groomed hair was replaced by coagulated blood, which looked quite bad.

"Mr. Anthony, are you injured?" Petronilla asked worriedly on the surface, but in fact, she wished that he was lying outside, or in a charred bookshelf here.

"Don't worry about him. It's just a small injury. It won't take long for it to heal." Sarah smiled. "I bandage someone myself. It's rare, so you're lucky, Anthony."

"I'm very honored, Sister Sarah." Anthony nodded with a polite smile, but Petronella didn't see any respect in it, and I'm afraid something unpleasant happened between them earlier.

But I don't care, I don't like that Anthony anyway, Sarah is better.

"Have you seen the scenery outside? Is there anything worth writing about?" Although Vito said so, his eyes were not on himself at all, but on the transforming demon.

"Is there any glory to sing about?" he continued, but Petronilla had already caught the meaning of the words.

"Yes, Your Excellency, there are many poems worthy of writing, such as this demon, I think I will have a good work." She tapped the notebook in her hand, "Of course, the premise is that you tell me what happened here Everything, every detail."

He seemed satisfied, with a mischievous grin on his face, and now Petronilla was sure that he had deliberately arranged to come here a little later to show off, to show off his achievements, and to laugh at himself for mocking him before.

He was like a child who didn't grow up, Petronilla sighed secretly, but yes, it worked, and he did feel ashamed and embarrassing, so he succeeded.

"Well, I don't remember too many details, but I think His Excellency Anthony remembers it right?" Vito said and looked at Anthony, "He was always there and remembered everything."

"Except for being under the fallen bookshelf and wasting half the time." Sarah interjected suddenly, which immediately caused Anthony's blushing annoyance.

But Vito didn't seem to hear those words, "Can you tell the story here to Ms. Petronila Viva? If you can, I will be very grateful."

"Naturally, Your Excellency the Marshal, I am honored to be able to describe your glory to Miss Petronia."

"It's Sarah's too, of course, and yours too." Vito's smile suddenly showed a hint of annoyance to Anthony, and Petronila could see the flushed face under the wet hair.

But she soon met Vito's eyes, and saw another kind of smiling face with a hidden mystery.

"I think you can arrange an interview as soon as possible, and remember this thing, the longer you delay it, the more blurred it will be." He said with a smile.

Petronilla understood what it meant, and nodded immediately. He also smiled and turned his eyes to other places. Petronilla remembered what he started talking to Sarah, but she couldn't remember clearly, or she didn't want to remember.

Regarding the remaining memories of that day, Petronilla only remembered that he began to search around, looking for and observing the traces of the battle, intending to piece together the outline of the story in his mind.

It's dangerous, yes, wandering around in a library where demonic corruption has just existed, there may be seeds of corruption hidden in any book here, just looking at it will drive you crazy, but like I said before, Human curiosity always wins when faced with fear.

So Petronila started casually flipping through the books that hadn't been burned. Vito seemed to have noticed it too, but he didn't say anything and acquiesced to her behavior.

Petronilla shuttled among the bookshelves. It is a pity that the fire here did burn a lot of precious books just now, and most of the boring content that can be browsed, numbers and records, have no meaning. novelty.

So after looking at it for a while, I was bored and threw one of the poor fragments on the ground without pity for it to fall apart. Petronilla looked around, hoping to find anything that would make her curious again, and she And indeed found it.

It's just that the position is quite inappropriate, the thing is on the back of the belt of the ever-changing demon, clinging to its back.

Petronilla swallowed. Although she knew it was dead, the existence of the demon still made her instinctively afraid, but in the end, once again, strong curiosity dispelled the fear and illuminated the way to there.

She walked up, and approached the devil cautiously, reached out and opened the letter box behind its waist, and pulled out the letter that had been unstamped.

She looked at the scroll in her hand, her reason was warning her, but her curiosity drove her to open the curled letter, her eyes carefully read, and her heart raised her throat uncontrollably, as if she was afraid that she would be discovered. of.

But there is a saying that goes well, the more a person is afraid of something, the more something will happen.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice startled Petronila, she really jumped up, looked at Anthony in horror, and soon followed Vito and Sarah around, she was even more nervous, holding The letter was casually thrown aside.

But she knew it was over, not only Antony, Vito also saw her throwing away the letter, but what Petronilla didn't expect, Vito didn't reprimand or more simply executed her on the spot.

"It seems that Miss Petronilla has found something we didn't pay attention to before." He smiled. "What is that? Miss Petronilla."

"A letter, sir, from me."

"It's very interesting, have you read the content, right?"

"Your Excellency, I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!" Petronila shouted nervously, with her heart in her throat.

"Naturally." He was still smiling, seemingly innocent of killing, but this made Petronilla even more nervous. "So, what was written in that letter? Tell us, to satisfy our curiosity."

"Just like yours." He seemed to be reassuring himself, Petronilla didn't know, but she knew she shouldn't disobey him now, so she picked up the letter again after some hesitation.

She quickly read the contents, "The letter was sent by another group of Tzeentch demons, written in Gothic, they said that the operation in Victoria was going well, and they asked Van Vlenn Casthall. "

"The devil." She added a moment later, and this slightly comical reaction drew a smile from Sarah, and Petronilla flushed, feeling that she had made a fool of herself.

"Of course, and then?" He still smiled, "What else did you say in the letter?"

"The demon on Victoria star asked Van Vlenn Casthall whether to carry out the "crucial step""

"A crucial step?"

"That's the exact words, sir. I don't know what they mean. It's not mentioned in the letter."

Vito let out a long snort, his eyes were pondering over Van Vlenn Casthall beside him, and he smiled again just a moment later.

"Looks like I'll have to revisit old places." He smiled. "Hope Silver Snake is okay, I miss that chick so much."

Petronilla didn't know who the silver snake was, but she saw the twitch in the corner of Sarah's eye, so she knew now.