Chapter 572 – Good Friends to Meet

“Whoa… Whoa whoop…!”

As I was glaring at the pagan-residents, I heard Cloudy’s laughter from behind.

“What, really. What kind of special interrogation was it? Was it a threat?”

I turned around, grinning, and a grinning Claudy stepped down from his box and approached me, patting my shoulder with his wrist.

“Kat, it’s fun. Huh, heh heh…!”
“Heh,hehe!!”

When I saw him having a lot of fun, I suddenly felt confident and motivated. From this moment on, if these bastards don’t talk, they’ll all die.

“Hey, hey! You fucking bastards!!! I want to get into the box! Tell me everything you know!”

ㅡQuaang!

“Miyaaaooong!!!!”

When I kicked the box once, I heard a grotesque scream as if I thought it was stabbed with a knife again. That sounds like a real cat

“Schu-roeding, gooooo!!!!!”

An irresistible urge!

ㅡBung Zi Bung Zi!

I couldn’t hold back the excitement any longer. I held my sword high and jumped like a rabbit between the prostrate villagers in a murderous sword dance.

“Aaaaa!!!”
“Kyaaaaa!!”
“I-don’t do this!!!!!!”

Immediately, the screams of the residents burst out, and those who tried to run away came one after another.

“Don’t move!!!”

Of course, it wasn’t Elise who would leave it alone. Elise immediately shouted and kicked the backs of the heads of those who were trying to get up.

ㅡPeruk!

“Kuhhe!”

The villagers who were kicked hit the ground again with their foreheads.

The scene was completely occupied. Now you just have to go through the process of extracting the information you need.

—Schrödinger’s Interrogation.

This seems pretty useful.

In fact, it was a death box interrogation that was neither Schrödinger nor anything, but a plausible name is the most important law. People tend to fall into confusion when faced with a situation that transcends common sense.

Hehe, you bastards. Aren’t you afraid of God? Selling people to pagans. Did you dare to do such a thing and be safe?”

As if playing a mafia game, he passed between the prostrate residents and criticized their evil behavior and moral laxity.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

The villagers were completely terrified and shaking, but among them there was a particularly serious one. There was a pup who was completely in tears.

—Crocodile tears.

What I hate the most…!

“You bastard! Cry now!!!”

He immediately shouted at the young man who was squeezing juice.

“Yes? Yes?! Oh no!”
“No, you motherfucker! I want this fucking box!”
“Oh, no!!! Absolutely not ahh!!! I was wrong!!!”

This baby dare!

“This baby is still! I can’t do this! Claudy!”
“Yes?”
“Open the box!”
“Whoops, I will.”

ㅡ Kikkiik.

“Uhhhhh!”

When Cloudy opened the lid of the box, the man inside jumped up like a resurrected vampire. I ran right over there and pulled his body out of the box.

“Khhhhh!

He begged me to save him, but that wasn’t what mattered now. I grabbed him by the nape of his neck and shouted loudly.

“Look at this cultist who got stabbed in the thigh!!!!!”

At the cry, the residents who had been lying on their stomachs raised their heads and looked in my direction.

ㅡ…!
ㅡ…!

They were all eyes full of fear. In that state, I lifted the heathen’s body, which was bleeding from my thighs, like a weight.

“The moment you come out of the box, your future is fixed! No one knows about the outcome until they see it!”

Blood dripped from the cultist’s pierced thigh and dripped to the ground, soaking my arm.

– Schrödinger.

I didn’t know it when I was in the box, but when I came out, it was confirmed that I had been stabbed.

“So I showed you guys!! The image of him stabbed!”
“Oh, oh oh…!”
“Keuuuuu!”
“Ugh!”

Residents groaned in terror.
It was a perfectly natural sight.

“The box is empty. There’s plenty of time, and I’ll put you all in the box.”

They must taste a little greater fear.

“And when the box is opened again… You guys become like this.”
“Oh, no!”
“Never forgive!”

Immediately, he threw the cultist he had lifted high toward the floor with all his might.

ㅡPeruk!

“Gujaak!!!”

He gave out a bizarre death sentence and passed out.

“…!”

For a moment, a grotesque silence fell over the world.

You will see this clearly.
—-In the words of a person who served the cult.

“Elise.”
“Yes. Saints.”
“…Heal this guy’s thighs. I have more interrogations. Go over there secretly. Okay?”
“Secretly, you mean. I understand.”

I immediately called Elise and conveyed the whisper, and Elise dragged the heathen’s ankles and disappeared somewhere.

The atmosphere for the interrogation was now complete.

“Hey you! What the hell is wrong with you!”

I roughly picked someone and pointed at them and caught them.

“Wh-what?!”
“You don’t like it! A baby like you is a box row!”
“Uh, uh, uh! Oh, no! Don’t do this!!! I’m innocent!!!”

Claudy, who had a good sense of humor, immediately grabbed him by the back of his neck and threw him into the box. I said as I held the knife to prevent him from escaping.

“If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to! Just close the lid on the box!”
“Heeek!!!”

As I was about to close the lid, the guy screamed hysterically.

“I’ll tell you!! I’ll tell you please!! Please save me!!!”

Are you right

“Huh? Talk? What do you want to say?”
“Before that, in the box…!”
“Do you think you guys are in a position to negotiate!!”

We don’t need a cheeky bastard like this!

ㅡQuaang!

I immediately closed the lid and pierced the knife.

“Kyaaaaa!!!”

Since reality is not a game, stabbed cultists did not come out like pirate roulette games. The lid was closed, and Cloudy sat on it.

“You cheeky bastards. I ask, you guys answer. That’s all.”
“Huh, huh!”
“You there. You fucking long-nosed bastard. Are you an elephant?”

This time, I picked the guy lying down in front of me and snapped his finger.

“Me-you mean me?!?!”
“Yes. Come here.”

He looked to his left and right in complete terror, then slowly walked towards me.

ㅡPay!

“Ugh, ugh!!”

I quickly subdued him, drew my dagger, and pointed the tip of the sword at my eye his. It was a tacit agreement and an unspoken gesture that if he did not speak like this, he would gouge out his eyes.

“What did the cultists suggest to you?

As soon as I whispered in his ear in that state, he shouted seductively.

“Buy, man! Demanded to sell man!!”
“Did you ask for human trafficking?”
“Yes! Yes!! Ha, but…! Heck! I couldn’t help it! Those cultists threatened to kill all of our villagers if we didn’t cooperate!!”

Was he being threatened by the heretics after all?

“Huh…! Keuheuk, heuheoung!”

He started to burst into tears as he sobbed despite the blade being in front of him.

“Hey, that bastard!!”

At the same time, booing erupted from the surroundings.

“Snitcher bastard!”
“Fuck you bastard!!”
“Are you betraying the village!!!”

… Are these babies crazy?

“Guys. Won’t you shut up?”
“It’s all over anyway, so shut up fuck! Everyone! We have to fight—yeep!”

—-Fluffy.

I threw a dagger lightly and hit him in the forehead, and the guy who was trying to incite fell face down.

This is a summary judgment.

“Milden!!!”
“Mi, Milden is dead!!”
“Heeheeeee!!!”

Was your name Milden?

Well, it doesn’t matter. Now that we have the testimony.

I sat the guy I was interrogating on the other side. At that point, Elise approached.

“The saint’s treatment has been completed.”
“Okay. I got my testimony. These bastards were being threatened by cultists. They said they would kill you if you didn’t engage in human trafficking.”
“Threats… Saints. No matter how threatened you are, doing something like that is unacceptable.”

I think so too.

“I agree with you. Elise. Now take one pup and secure the testimony. Well, I think you’ll have to get permission from Captain Barcharell first, so don’t break their heads.”
“All right.”

Right away, with Elise, we started securing testimony in earnest.

“You bastards! If you cooperate, I’ll make my own extenuating circumstances! Who among you guys has committed the greatest sin!”

I shouted loudly as I hit the floor with my sword.

In fact, even if I had extenuating circumstances, I don’t know what Barquerel would do. It’s just like that.

“Those who don’t cooperate will be executed immediately! You there! I’ve sold out a few people so far!!!!”
“Cho, there must be a ledger in the chief’s house! Even the money he received from the infidels! It was all the work of the chief himself!”

When a youngster burned, it was a breeze.

“I couldn’t help it!!”
“The pagans come by wagon! Every once in a while, they pay big bucks to buy people!”
“Please save me!! He said he would kill us all if we didn’t cooperate! It was inevitable!!!”

They were completely taken aback by the word extenuating circumstances and began to blow everything they knew.

“Good, good. Very good. Those who have finished their testimony, go sit over there.”

Until I opened Schrödinger’s interrogation box, information was uncertain. But when I opened the box. That information finally became certain.

As I expected, the village was threatened by cultists.

Instead, he received a considerable amount of money, and with it he went up to the city outside the Mist Plains and bought necessary items for the village.

However, as long as they had already joined hands with the cultists, they were on the same boat. It is said that they seduced people and sold them for several years as the pagans ordered, without further refusal or reporting.

The victim was speechless.

I immediately robbed the village chief’s house, grabbed the floor coverings, the pillars, and the walls of the house, and robbed the ledger and human sales proceeds. And immediately, I also grabbed a pen and paper to record the situation.

“Yeah, nothing works better than blackmail. So you gonna kill all the bastards? I think we’d better kill them all.”

Winia said with an annoyed face.

“The one who is going to die must be killed.”

Kill everyone who kills And the rest can be sent to Isvan.

Actually, that’s not my problem. Because the head of the field is Captain Barcharell.

All I have to do is interrogate, record it, and hand over the documents to him.

“Huhhhhh!!! We’re all dead…!”
“Keuheuk…! I thought it would turn out like this…!”
“Please save me! We couldn’t help it either!!!”

Residents clamored for help.

No matter how intimidated by the infidels, the sins they committed are too obvious. They kidnap people, cut their ankles, raise them like pigs, and sell them for money when the heretics come.

Yes, when a person is threatened, he may lose his temper.

However, when I, a seeker of fusion Confucianism, thought about it, I cut off my ‘ankle’.

It meant that the villagers had lost even the last bit of conscience and were corrupted.

They simply cut off their ankles to make it easier to lock them up. They did it only for their convenience. Can’t forgive that Even if you pretend to be unfair, even if you cry out that you have been threatened. The wicked things they did don’t go away.

Hehe, have you guys ever thought about their position when selling someone?”

No one opened their mouth to my question.

ㅡStridely.

Just then, a bizarre man from the other side began striding forward.

…A strange man?

I did something in the moment, but it was Barkerel.

“…”

Captain Barkerell had a completely yaksha-like face, grabbed the chief’s head and dragged him along.

It literally felt like a jailer escorting sinners from hell.

— Fluffy.

Barkerell approached and threw the village chief like garbage.

“Geg, geggegg…”

The village chief’s limbs were twisted in bizarre ways. Even with his eyes closed, he was spewing white foam.

What the hell kind of interrogation do people have to do to become this fucking shit?

Even I, a strong-hearted person, was frightened.

“…Paladin. How did the interrogation go?”

Barcharell asked it in an extremely cold voice.

From that ferocious demeanor, how furious and furious he was was conveyed. Could this be the silent fury of a real paladin?

“Here is the report of the interrogation.”

As I handed over the documents, I summarized and explained the interrogation.

“Right.”

Hearing the whole story, he nodded.

“The crime of torturing and selling innocent people in collaboration with paganism.”

ㅡ Kwajik!

“It’s an execution.”

Barkerell simply trampled on the head of the village. A mere step on him would crush his neck and tear it out as it sprung up.

“Cho, Chief!!!”
“Chief!!!!”

The residents who saw it were shocked.

“Looks like the residents cooperated with the interrogation. They recognized that they did such heinous things because they were threatened by the cultists. I can’t see anything else.”

Barkerell pointed out the same thing as me.

“Depending on the seriousness of the crime, the main culprit will be executed, and the rest will be transported to Isvan. Paladins. You’re working overtime tonight. I’d like Paladin to help too.”
“Of course.”
“And… You did a really good job with the interrogation and organization. He’s truly a talented person whom the saintess praised. Thank you very much.”

Barkerell, who said that, looked somewhat confused.

Although they look like lunatics, their roots were good people.

That night was busy.

Priests conducted documentation to gather testimonies from those who had been detained, and paladins interrogated residents throughout the night to extract information.

Had they been infidels, they would have been immediately executed.

However, they were collaborators who did not worship pagan gods or follow dogma, but simply threatened them. Of course, the Paladins were also aware of this.

It was the doctrine of the Brass Holy Angel Society that this was not subject to summary execution, but that the crime should be revealed and punished according to the lawful process.

In conclusion, it was decided that all the main criminals would be executed as Captain Barkerell had said, but the others would be sent to the city.