The snakewoman turned fiercely, carefully defending herself, not daring to look at her companion, and nervously hissed, "Damn it, holy official?Who told you to meddle?"

Two figures slowly emerged from the mist, a comely young woman in a white robe, her short blond hair shining in the night, and a tall young man in a black robe with a cruel look on his cold face.

Shocked, the snake-woman slowly backed away and shook her head. "I can handle an inquisition, but not an inquisition executioner.Hey, how about you leave that stupid werewolf to me and let me go?I was ordered to help him, too, and I will not die for him."

The young man said coldly, "No, you must be responsible for the deaths of the seven people.