Chapter 477

As a potion unique to the Brilliant White Church's Heresy Tribunal's interrogators, the truth-telling potion's effects were clearly beyond his imagination.

After being forced to drink the potion, he could hardly hold back his urge to speak, and every word he said had to be the truth … or in other words, the 'truth' in his own understanding.

"To tell the truth, my life before I was fourteen was really boring. You know, there's always some bullshit going on in noble families, even dukes. That naggy brother of mine valued inheritance so much that he took the wrong path and joined the Society of the Secret Eye. Of course, I wasn't really interested in inheriting the title since I'm the youngest son, and it's fine as long as I can live on peacefully. Still, I'd think of a way to take revenge when I get bullied. That's right, it was my handiwork that caused my second brother to be hung up and beaten by Dad, and the explosion that happened during dinner time was a stroke of genius. It's also the proudest thing I've done in the first half of my life, and Dad is still in the dark about it even now. Speaking of dinner, I'm hungry. Can I order food here? I've been craving sweet stuffed chicken lately … "

Although Angora had said a lot, it was mostly nonsense, with only one or two useful bits of information thrown in occasionally.

For example, there was almost nothing of value in the above part apart from the fact that 'Instein joined the Society of the Secret Eye'.

Mephisto, however, was not in a hurry.

As an interrogator of the Heresy Tribunal, it wasn't as if he had never met such people before.

In fact, many would try to bluff their way out when they were caught, hoping to survive the effects of the truth-telling potion.

It was a pity that the truth-telling potion's effects were far stronger and longer than they imagined.

That was why he wasn't in a hurry at all. Mephisto knew very well that there was a limit to what a person could say, and cursing and not the 'truth' could not counter the effects of the truth-telling potion. Using profanity against the truth-telling potion would trigger a reaction from the potion and multiply the effects of the truth-telling potion. That was why he could only fill up his words with useless information.

And when he was done with the useless information, the other party would gradually reveal valuable information no matter how reluctant they were.

"Of course. Didn't I tell you that you're still our guest, Mister Faust? That being said, we wouldn't refuse a request of this level."

Mephistopheles clapped his hands and summoned a maid, asking her to inform the kitchen to prepare the sweet stuffed chicken.

"That's wonderful. I heard that this dish originated from the vast land behind the Valley of Fog in the east of the continent. It's said that the best adventurers would get lost in that valley, and only a few lucky ones would make it back here. Even the Brilliant White Church's expeditionary force couldn't settle down there. Since Mister Mephisto is an interrogator of the Brilliant White Church, I'm sure you know more about that history than an outsider like me, don't you? "

Perhaps some people had a similar experience. They felt that they had a lot to say, but when they really opened their mouths, they realized that the content of what they could say was not as much as they had imagined.

Angora ran into the same situation after a while. Even as he urged the other Players on the forums to continue spouting nonsense with useless information, he realized from Mephisto's attitude that it was not going to work, which was why he decisively switched to another tactic.

Since he had to speak, and he had to tell the truth, he might as well use the rumors he had heard to poke the other party's lungs.

Even if the Brilliant White Church was the largest church in the Eastern Continent at the moment, they weren't well-liked by their peers. That was why they could easily kick a steel plate when they were running amok, and there were plenty of embarrassing incidents when they really came to blows.

Although the Brilliant White Church was currently the largest church in the Eastern Continent, they weren't well-liked by their peers. It was easy for them to kick an iron plate when they were running amok, and there were plenty of embarrassing incidents when things really got out of hand.

For example, Angora was talking about one of the more disastrous expeditions the Brilliant White Church had suffered in recent years.

The Brilliant White Church had wanted to expand their influence, which was why they sent a three-hundred-thousand-strong expedition to the other side of the Valley of Fog, intending to conquer and preach through brute force. However, only a few of them managed to escape, bringing back some information about the other side of the Valley of Fog.

It was said that there was a plain behind the Valley of Fog that was isolated from the rest of the world. There was a civilization that was completely different from the outside world, and it was similar to the nonhumans of the Western Continent. They didn't believe in gods either, and instead worshipped their own ancestors.

But compared to the vague ancestor worship of the nonhumans, the ancestors of that civilization were actual people. After those people died, they would become spirits of their ancestors, but more distinct existences that remained in the living temple, and were called 'Guardians' by those who left the Valley of Fog.

The Guardians were probably some sort of divine kin or even demigods, and were one of the strongest beings in the mortal realm. If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't leave the living temple too far, it wasn't impossible for them to topple the Brilliant White Church in one go.

Either way, the Brilliant White Church had to recuperate for a while after that huge setback, and only recovered a little recently.

"It's just a rumor. There's nothing to say."

Mephisto brushed it off casually.

He didn't drink the truth-telling potion, so there was no need for him to reveal everything.

That was when his expression changed as if he had received some news, and he smiled.

"I see. Are you waiting for reinforcements from the Church of Games, Mister Angora? Then let me tell you some good news … "Mephisto seemed to be genuinely happy for Angora." Your companions are here. "

"That's really delightful." Angora had wanted to say that it was a surprise or something, but he had already learned about Simba's actions from the forums. The truth-telling potion's effect made it impossible for him to lie, and he could only try his best not to let Mephisto notice that he could still receive messages from others in real time. "I really hope they can punch you in the face."

"I've received your kind intentions." Mephisto wasn't angry at all, and continued to smile. "If that's the case, then let us enjoy the drama of your companions' rescue from the VIP seats."

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"Is the Junglewalker's King Hunter route really that strong?"

Simba and the others who were following behind Vela couldn't help but feel shocked. Angora had single-handedly taken down over thirty sentries! Their plan to create a diversion did not work at all.

Moreover, for some reason, the sentries were either hit in the buttocks or knees, and although none of them were fatally wounded, they were instantly rendered immobile.

"It's a paralysis potion," Vela answered impassively. "Miss Kinley gave it to me before we left."

It was only then that Simba remembered that the town's alchemist, Kinley, was Lord Angora's fiancée …

Just as they were about to enter the courtyard, Vera suddenly stopped in her tracks.

In the end, the Junglewalker's King Hunter route was the complete form of a hunter, and a skilled hunter would always have a strong sense of danger.

That was exactly what Vela was feeling right now …