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Everyone at the scene remained silent for seven or eight minutes. The oppressive atmosphere made even the old monk in the distance feel uneasy.
Even the dim-witted Ogryn bodyguard, who was worst at reading the situation, sensed that something was wrong.
He obediently sat in a corner, hugging his head and saying nothing, like a child waiting for his parents to make an important decision.
Only after Inquisitor Thraxol had recovered a little of his strength did he half-recline in the lord's chair and weakly say to Li Qinwu:
"This time, I'm finished. Fuck, even if you beat me to death, I never would have imagined that Stargate World, only two months away from Terra, would have a great traitor carrying out a sacrifice here!
"I also never expected that my relative, that planetary governor, had already fallen for it and been corrupted in advance!"
He pointed toward the corpse of a fat man in the corner.
"Fortunately, once he and I broke free from the Era Promenade's confinement and regained our consciousness, the bastard killed himself. It seems loyalty was still at his core!"
Li Qinwu dragged over a chair and sat beside Inquisitor Thraxol.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself with Psychic Flame.
He stuffed another between Inquisitor Thraxol's lips. Just as he was about to light it with Psychic Flame, Thraxol pressed down his hand.
"Don't! The feeling of your soul being scorched is too painful, worse than being sliced to pieces!"
He took out a lighter himself, lit his cigarette, and puffed away one drag at a time.
After the two of them smoked for a while, Inquisitor Thraxol continued:
"Do me a favor."
Li