“Promise me, Karon, once you advance to become an Inquisitor, the very first Art you learn must be that one! Turn into black mist to go in, then turn into black mist to leave again. It’s truly aesthetic.”0

“Can it already be learned at the Inquisitor level?”0

“It should be an Art for Adjudicators, but judging by your track record, you should be able to learn before you reach that rank.”0

“Tiz never demonstrated that Art in front of you before?”0

“He was always just an ordinary Inquisitor.”0

“Heh.”0

“More importantly, even if he had cast a forbidden spell, it would still feel perfunctory and dull. Life, Arts, faith, all of them need a sense of ritual and refinement. That is the true path!” As she spoke, Pu’er lifted a paw and pulled down the brim of her hat, covering half of her face.0

They arrived at the gas station, and Karon parked the car. He reached into the glove compartment, took out the handgun, and slipped it into the inner pocket of his coat.0

“You actually brought it with you, Karon? Believe me, I will never worry that you’ll die because of carelessness, because I’ve really never seen anyone more cautious than you.”1

“A long time ago, I already wanted to experience what it felt like to carry a gun.” Karon pushed open the car door and walked toward a diner. Just as he was about to push the door open, he saw a tall man and a short man come out together.0

Both wore plain clothes, but Karon noticed that each of them wore a black-and-white ring on one finger. Ever since he had snapped the plastic ring the captain given to him, Karon had found himself unconsciously paying extra attention to rings that appeared in his daily life.0

Black and white were the Church of Abyss’s favorite paired colors, symbolizing their god’s great feat of connecting hell and heaven.0

So, are people from the Church of Abyss here? Or is this just a small group from the Church of Abyss who happened to be here?0

Just as Karon was about to pretend not recognize...0