Chapter 193 03.0192: "The Mantle of Eisenhorn and the Secret of the Iron Hand"

"You are thinking of the name Ravennor, aren't you?" the man seemed to be able to read Horatio's mind.

He planned to follow the ideas that his psychic insight revealed and let the young man let down his guard against him before officially starting the conversation, so that the information he revealed later would be more true and accurate.

"Well, your name sounds familiar to me." Horatio looked at him, and with the information advantage of a time traveler, he tried hard to search for the identity information of the inquisitor in his mind.

"I am the descendant of Gideon Ravenor, and the last student of this ancestor of our family."

[Gideon Ravenneau!]
When this familiar name came out of the mouth of the middle-aged man in front of him, Horatio instantly located the information in his mind.

[That means... this person's master is!] Horatio's eyes suddenly widened.

"My master, Gideon Ravenno, is the eldest disciple of Inquisitor Gregor Eisenhorn, a famous but controversial figure in the history of the Inquisition."

The man smiled faintly, his eyes falling on Horatio's iron hand:
“Although there are dozens of generations between us, Inquisitor Eisenhorn and I are not that far apart in terms of the order and thought lineage of the Inquisition.

To put it in context, I am also Eisenhorn's apprentice, inheriting his legacy."

Since he was the successor to the famous Inquisitor Gregor Eisenhorn, he had a rough idea of ​​the man in front of him.

But this is only preliminary. After all, the Inquisitors are a group with strong ideas. Even between master and apprentice, or within a person at different times, they may have different ideas.

"Is this arm useful?" the man asked with a smile.

Horatio's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the judge in front of him named Clarence Ravenor.

"Do you know about this arm?" he asked cautiously.

"More than that, I know." The man said calmly, "I have been watching this arm since I was a child."

Horatio swallowed.

"How much do you know about this arm?"

"I don't understand, so I'm asking you."

Horatio was a little confused, but he quickly calmed down and quickly thought about the subtext between the lines of the conversation in his mind.

"My master and ancestor, Gideon Ravenor, left the Skarrus Sector after being labeled an Inquisitor heretic by the Order like Master Eisenhorn, and settled in Abyssal Port, where the Gothic War had just ended and many lives had been lost.

From then on, he kept his identity secret and continued the research he inherited from the Anti-Foreign Order and his master Eisenhorn. "

"That is to say... this iron hand, and that coffin..." Horatio suppressed his surprise and the ridiculousness of his fate, and squeezed out the words in a calm voice.

“Yes, this iron hand is a research legacy inherited by my master Gideon Ravenno from his master, Inquisitor Gregor Eisenhorn.

But after a lifetime of research, the deeper mystery has not been uncovered.

His tireless and obsessive research on the iron hand also exhausted him too much of his energy. Finally, when he was dying, he reluctantly took this iron hand, which had not achieved any substantial results, into his coffin.

That is the coffin you pushed open in the Saints Monastery in Area V-8."

"Fate is surprisingly magical."

Horatio snorted in self-mockery.

Who would have thought that he would actually lift the coffin lid of the famous Inquisitor Gideon Ravenor?
"Come to think of it, I have an informant who said she saw a lot of blood on the ground of the Saint's Monastery in Sector V-8, and that the cult forces there disappeared overnight. But you just came back from the Caliss Sector, so who else could it be if not you?"

"My ally. Well, let's call him that for now."

"Who?"

"Although I promised my 'allies' to keep it a secret, I can tell you that they are aliens. From a human perspective, they are a kind of alien that is both magical and beautiful, but also extremely disgusting."

The inquisitor did not seem to treat Horatio as an outsider, and the two of them exchanged information that would be considered heresy in the eyes of outsiders, almost with their hearts open.

Horatio's brows furrowed again. Although the Inquisitor could not say it clearly, Horatio, as a time traveler, could guess a lot using the clues he gave.

The amount of information about the whole incident was increasing, and Horatio tried hard to unravel and sort out the information in his mind.

He remembered the mysterious red-haired woman he and Farida had seen in the cult's base.

In other words, it wasn't just my hallucination.

And that woman did help him.

Could it be that... that woman is also the Inquisitor's person, or a collaborator?
Is it a Death Cult assassin? Or an Eldar?
Horatio couldn't help but wonder how he came into this world.

It seems that the whole world is a big stage, and I seem to be an important part of the stage.

But to be on the safe side, things that need to be hidden still need to be hidden.

Once the secrets that only you know are revealed, your advantages may be completely gone, and you may even be targeted by the enemy.

"So, this iron hand seems to be okay?" asked the Inquisitor.

"I think it's all right, sir." Horatio smiled.

"Hide everything you know. Your current situation is like a black rabbit that has come out of its hole, exposed to the sun, and far away from its nest.

There are ferocious beasts everywhere that want to tear you apart and eat you.

The more you reveal, the quicker you die, son of Thomas."

The man smiled and gave the advice that was in Horatio's mind, as if he could read his heart.

Horatio discovered this from the beginning.

However, the judge tactfully did not ask further about the function and capabilities of the iron hand.

Horatio could tell from his behavior that although he was also very curious, he seemed to know something and did not explore the secret of the prosthetic limb too much.

And the last name seemed to be euphemistically saying to him:

"If you don't want to die young like your father, then it's better to keep a low profile when it's time to do so, although I know it's difficult to keep a low profile with your strength."

"Now, let's talk about what you think of this whole intricate web of Abyssal Harbor. Mr. Horatio, you probably know more than I do."

He pulled a cigarette from his windbreaker pocket.

He took one out for himself, then placed the whole pack of cigarettes along with the flint lighter on the table and pushed it toward Horatio.

The judge's way of lighting a cigarette is very special.

He used the psychic power of his fingertips to light the cigarette in his mouth.

"Psychic?"

“My ancestor Gideon Ravenno was an Alpha+, the highest level of psyker officially recognized by the Empire.

If it weren't for Inquisitor Eisenhorn, who had already sacrificed himself to the God-Emperor in the Astronomican, there would be no House Ravenor.

Our entire family has inherited the gift of psychic powers, although I am not as strong as ancestor Gideon."

[It seems he really can read minds.]
Horatio took a puff, and the information he had currently grasped slowly flowed out of his mouth along with smoke rings.

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(End of this chapter)