Chapter 230

Chapter 230

It sounds impressive.

But it’s hard to understand.

Lin thought for a moment and asked, "Can you give an example?"

Solomon, through their conversation, confirmed that Lin remained rational, his character unchanged, and there was no sign of corruption on him. He breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile returned to his face.

He leaned back, crossing his arms, and said, "An example... someone familiar to you, the Shell Blower."

Lin frowned, "The Shell Blower struggled until the end..."

"The former Shell Blower couldn’t control his believers or fiends from committing massacres in dreams, only managing to restrain himself. But from a certain period, the number of people dying in dreams suddenly increased. The Inquisition at the time suspected the Shell Blower had taken action personally."

Solomon's grin faded, "Several Pillar Gods conducted some investigations then. From some clues, they speculated the Shell Blower might have had deep contact with the Fallen Heaven. Of course, such speculation isn't solid evidence. If you insist on Moses Gubi’s view, that’s fine too."

Lin: "..."

Solomon’s reaction made him suspect that some of the dream deaths involved Solomon’s loved ones.

And what was the relationship between the Grand Inquisitor and Moses? Was this lion just hinting that he shouldn’t fully trust Teacher Moses?

Lin deliberated, wanting to salvage some credibility for Teacher Moses, and said, "This has nothing to do with Moses. I once conversed with the residual spirit of the Shell Blower; she didn’t seem that mad."

"Of course," Solomon shrugged, "a residual spirit is no longer the god they were in life."

Lin looked at him, sensing that the LionMan was referring to more than just the Shell Blower.

"Is the same true for the Fallen Heaven?" he asked directly.

Solomon adopted a thoughtful expression, as if hesitating on how to respond.

However, Lin’s gaze had already shifted to the bright yellow light points floating around Solomon.

He called out, "Your Majesty, the Dragon of Light."

Some light points paused, then began moving irregularly, seemingly trying to blend in with the normal light points.

Solomon rubbed his forehead, while Lin asked, "The voice of the Fallen Heaven sounds very similar to one I’ve heard before. Do you know whose voice it is?"

This question caught Solomon off guard.

The golden LionMan also turned to look at the light points, asking curiously, "What voice?"

"A voice that occasionally appeared since my awakening, saying things like ‘you are budding’ or ‘you declared your name to the sunlight and rain.’ It spoke in riddles." Lin said, reaching out to touch a light point that flew near him.

Unfortunately, before he could touch it, the light point flew away with heat, and Lin withdrew his hand, "So mysterious, at first, I thought I had a system with me when I crossed over, but now it seems not every god can hear it, right?"

This was the first time Solomon had heard about this.

Ignoring the term "crossed over" which he didn’t understand, he dropped all pretense and echoed Lin’s question to the light points, "Really?"

"I also asked Moses," Lin said, folding his hands on his lap, noticing all the light points were now at least two meters away from him, "He said he had never heard of it. I thought the Shell Blower would tell him everything. Is this something that must be kept secret from humans?"

Huh?

Solomon, who wanted to agree with Lin, choked, then after a moment, glanced at Lin with a pained expression that didn’t suit his face.

If this was something that had to be kept secret from humans, Solomon was human too.

You’re saying it needs to be kept secret after you’ve already leaked it. Are you trying to entrap me to silence me?

Some light points flickered in fear. When the flickering subsided, Solomon said, "He says no, don’t scare people."

The light points moved up and down, flickering a few times, and Solomon continued, "But it’s best not to talk about these things with humans. If word gets out that all gods have heard a voice, the Fallen Heaven might use it to deceive more people."

After relaying this, Solomon rubbed his forehead for the second time today.

Regardless of whether these matters should be told to Mirror Pupil, his master had revealed too much information with those two sentences.

Wasn’t this admitting that all gods had heard the voice and that the voice was related to the Fallen Heaven?

Sure enough, Mirror Pupil threw another question, "Who is He? What is His relationship with the Fallen Heaven?"

The light points paused.

Solomon suspected—no, he was certain—that He was recalling what He had just said.

Should he not have repeated it... but he shouldn’t take the initiative to alter the conversation between gods...

Moreover, if he tried to modify his master’s words, Mirror Pupil could read his mind and know what he did.

Solomon felt the task of protecting Mirror Pupil’s thought form becoming more challenging, even considering sending his master away for a while.

The light points, having finished recalling what He said, fell silent for a long time before speaking again.

Not choosing to relay through Solomon, He flickered and said:

"Sunday."

With that, most of the light points around Solomon extinguished themselves, indicating the departure of the Dragon of Light, who seemed determined not to answer any more questions.

Trapped, Solomon gritted his teeth, looking at Mirror Pupil, who wore a thoughtful expression.

Continuing to delve into the Fallen Heaven wouldn’t be good, and His Majesty truly didn’t consider these consequences...

The LionMan sighed inwardly and could only resort to his trump card.

"By the way, Judge Lin."

He deliberately chose this title that symbolized Mirror Pupil's experiences over the past few years. Seeing Mirror Pupil instinctively look up, he continued, "Just so happens, I received a few letters for you. Take them."

Letters?

No, I still want to talk about Fallen Heaven...

Before the thought was fully formed, Lin saw the envelopes pushed in front of him.

One envelope had a simple drawing on it; another was a bit crumpled, with something small inside besides the letter paper; and the last one was flat, sealed with wax and a feather.

Lin leaned forward involuntarily, the feather earring by his ear swaying and making a faint sound.

Solomon watched as He paused for a moment, then reached out to collect the stack of envelopes.

"Thank you," Lin's tone was not polite, "I won't disturb you further, Grand Judge."

"No problem, no problem," Solomon smiled warmly, "Goodbye."

Lin rolled his eyes, turned, and left Solomon's office.

He walked down the narrow corridor, passing several carriages, and returned to his dormitory.

All the dormitories in the headquarters were laid out like this: a bed the size of a green-skin train berth, a table beside the bed, a foldable chair next to the table, and a wardrobe hanging the chair.

The light on the table never turned off. Lin sat on the bed, spread the three envelopes under the light, hesitated for a moment, and opened the one with the simple drawing first.

There were three sheets of paper in the envelope. From the handwriting, Lin knew who they were from.

The worst handwriting, of course, belonged to Little Black Spot. After a brief, textbook-like greeting, he described in detail the New Year's Eve dinner Lin missed and regretted that Short Tail wouldn't let him put sugar in the envelope.

Those simple foods sounded delicious in his description. Lin, who had been eating on time but without taste these past few days, took a sip of water and heard his stomach gurgle.

Little Black Spot wanted him to send delicacies from the headquarters... Does the headquarters have such things?

Lin picked up the sheet with weaker handwriting and read Short Tail's rambling.

She talked about how Mentor Hugo came to Lin's home before the New Year to help pack his belongings for the Tribunal Headquarters, and how Hui Cui visited on the first day of the New Year, taking them to the Mother of Sourceblood church for the grand New Year's Mass.

She meticulously described everything that happened while Lin was away, and finally expressed some concern, asking if she could call Lin.

The communication department's phones at the headquarters seemed to be for official use only... But he could get off the train and find a phone in Protein City, right?

Lin, who hadn't thought about getting off the train before, pondered and then picked up the third sheet.

The handwriting on this sheet was more sloppy and brief. Luo An only mentioned that he would keep an eye on the Chief Judge, watching out for any rivals... cough!

Lin snapped the paper shut and tossed it aside.

Since coming to the headquarters, Lin had been fully focused on his investigation. He raised his hand to cover his face.

His aura, which had been almost stagnant for the past two days, now softened and began to flow again.

But Lin didn't notice this, only picking up the crumpled envelope.

Opening the seal, a stick-like object rolled out.

It was a sealed syringe, containing a dark red, slightly thick liquid.

Realizing something, Lin took out the paper from the envelope and saw Blue Phosphorus Gray's stronger handwriting than before.

"I've become a Blood Frenzy Warrior," the first line read.

"The Bishop is designing my genetic reshaping plan. She's very confident, so don't worry.

"I've attached my practice results with this letter. You should recognize it; it's a Blood Frenzy Needle."

A Blood Frenzy Needle is a special item that Blood Frenzy Warriors can create, capable of enhancing a person's physical strength for a period of time, at the cost of weakness after the effect ends.

"The Bishop said this isn't suitable for ordinary people, but I believe you can grasp the right timing to use it," Blue Phosphorus Gray wrote.

"Of course, it's best not to use it at all.

"Wishing you good health, Lin, Happy New Year."

"...Happy New Year," Lin said, remembering he hadn't said this to his current family yet.

He folded the letters carefully, put them back into the envelope, and pressed them flat between the pages of a book.

Finally, he broke the wax seal on the third envelope and carefully removed the feather held in place by the wax.

After examining the feather for a moment, Lin's gaze returned to the letter.

Reading it line by line, his expression gradually relaxed.

In this year 992, which began with pain, he smiled sincerely for the first time.

***

Spire City, second floor of the Tribunal Headquarters.

After finishing part of his work, Hui Cui took out a pocket watch from his chest, opened the lid, and checked the time.

Secretary Wind Snatcher glanced at him curiously, remembering that the Chief Judge could now accurately gauge time without looking at a watch.

And...

"That's enough for today," Hui Cui closed the watch, "I'll rest a bit, and you should too, Wind Snatcher."

"Very well, Chief Justice," Secretary Galewind replied, taking the documents to be delivered to Han Xuelie, planning to make the trip before his shift ended.

The golden-furred dogman left the Chief Justice's office.

As he closed the office door, he saw the Chief Justice enter the lounge.

...Oh, Dragon of Light!

Secretary Galewind was shocked as he fully shut the door and walked out, his steps unsteady.

He found it hard to believe that the Chief Justice, who used to work late into the night, would now go to the lounge to sleep!