The Origin of the Curse

"Director, is it really appropriate to just let them move around the city like this?"

After Lin Yu and Huang left, a clerk beside the director of the Heresy Tribunal finally could not hold back his question.

"Appropriate?"

The elderly director of the Heresy Tribunal sat in the chair Lin Yu had occupied moments ago, gently rubbing its armrest.

"The Golden Cross Medal overrides every rule."

"What I mean is, since they hold the Golden Cross Medal, shouldn't we entertain them properly? Keep them in the tribunal and assign people to follow them closely," the clerk said in a low voice. "This is a critical moment..."

"If they really are Golden Cross Medal holders from headquarters, then your idea would certainly be fine," the director of the Heresy Tribunal said indifferently. "But... that black-haired man holding the Golden Cross Medal is no simple character."

"Director, I don't understand what you mean."

The clerk frowned, clearly baffled.

"When I used 'Purify and Cleanse' just now, I found a demon's curse entangled with his soul. What kind of demon's curse do you think could make even me, the director of this tribunal and an upper-level divine mage, unable to eradicate it within the tribunal's territory?"

The clerk shuddered, suddenly realizing that something was wrong. "I thought you had done it on purpose..."

"No. I truly lacked the ability to remove the curse mark left in his soul by the death of a 'Monarch-class Demon.' And if we didn't mistake what we saw, it should have come from the Nightmare race," the director of the Heresy Tribunal said solemnly. "Do you think his Golden Cross Medal could have been passed down through his family?"

"In my opinion, he is very likely a 'Demon Hunter' who has spent many years roaming the Abyss. Those