Forehead

Meredith was startled and hurriedly caught the terminal, then looked at the caller ID.

"Yin Weite? What does this traitor want to do with me?"

Miss Bad Angel was a little confused. She had not had much interaction with the vice president in the past, but after much hesitation, she still answered the phone.

As a result, a small projection popped up on the small terminal, which showed a picture of thirteen witches of the Tribunal sitting around the bonfire opposite.

Um, isn't this the Thirteen Inquisitors who were very popular in the Magic Network live broadcast during this period?

Meredith was a little surprised when she saw this scene, but then she suddenly realized,

Wait, does that mean Yin Weite is one of the thirteen judges?

However, as soon as she thought of this, a force seemed to want to reverse her perception and make her forget this fact, but Meredith frowned.

"Climb, don't try to tamper with my consciousness."

The power of devout faith formed a shelter in her mind, resisting the tampering of that force.

But this also made the judge wearing a clown mask by the bonfire in the projection raise his head and look towards her with some surprise.

When she saw this clown mask, Meredith felt a little panicked for no reason.

From the difference in the pattern of the robes worn by this Inquisitor and the others, she recognized that this was a Grand Inquisitor, and that this was the Grand Inquisitor who led people to ransack the God King's Cathedral not long ago.

But the bad angel has always been stubborn. She won't lose even if she loses. If you don't accept it, you won't accept it. Who cares who you are?

"What are you looking at?"

She shook her head and asked.

"What are you looking at?"

Dorothy replied subconsciously, but then she coughed twice and then changed her words.

"Ahem, I mean we still have the last hunting target, and the Mountain Negative Dragon Turtle is a good choice, so do you want help?"

"want."

Meredith's answer was also brief and powerful.
Chapter completed!