The moment they saw the soundproof barrier, Johnson knew that it would be useless even if they shouted themselves hoarse.
Nobody would come to their rescue.
Johnson slowly stepped back and looked at Dorothy who was writhing and screaming on the ground. "Mr. Roland, can you let go of her? After all, we're just nobodies who can't decide what to do. "
Roland sat down and said, "She's fine. She tried to control me with her special charm talent, but it backfired. She won't go blind. She'll be fine soon. "
Johnson was greatly relieved.
"You seem to care about her." Roland looked at Dorothy who was still writhing on the ground.
Johnson waved his hand. "I don't care about her. It's just that her past is pitiful. She's finally settled down, and she pissed you off again."
Roland wasn't bothered.
It was too much to believe the words of the enemy. Who didn't know how to act pitiful?
"Since you know that I'm Roland and that I'll come to you, you should know what the people behind you want to do to me, right?"
Johnson raised his hand and said with a bitter smile, "Of course I do. I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"You're so straightforward. Is it fake intelligence?"
"Absolutely, because our masters said that if you come to us, we should tell the truth if we don't want to die."
Roland looked even weirder. "Your masters encouraged you to sell yourself?"
"Our masters said that you know how to search souls and memories. Lies are meaningless for you."
"That's true. Tell me." Roland raised his head. "Why do you want to kill me?"
"I don't want to kill you, but my masters do," said Johnson gloomily. Johnson said gloomily, "They said that you're the most talented Mage among the Golden Sons. As long as they kill you and get your body, they might be able to figure out the secret of your rapid growth and strength."
Heh!
They want a body, not a living version of himself.
Does it have something to do with the lich?
"How do you usually contact your masters?" asked Roland.
"It's one-way. They always come to me." Johnson shook his head and said, "Besides, I don't know what they look like, because they wear white wolf masks every time they come."
Well, they were the ones who attacked him.
"I heard that you were looking for people who were good at using poison to harm you. Were they also the ones who gave the order?"
"The masters did indeed give such an order, but it was my own decision to find someone who knows how to poison!" Johnson said, "The masters are very powerful. I heard that they have subordinates like me in many cities. I'm just a chess piece."
So powerful?
Roland stood up and kicked Dorothy, who was still rolling and screaming on the ground. "Stop acting. I know you're not in pain anymore."
Their psychic fluctuations were all within his perception.
Although he couldn't read minds, it was still easy for him to judge the other party's emotions and physical condition.
Dorothy stood up embarrassedly. Her eyes were red and swollen as if she had a pinkeye.
Roland looked at Johnson. "I'm told that you have a human organ trade center. You cut human organs, including those of children?"
Human organs could be transplanted.
Especially in this world. Thanks to the magic in this world, even the physique of ordinary people was excellent compared to people on Earth.
So, as long as the human organs were cut off and kept in ice, they could be preserved for a long time.
If a priest or a mage who was good at healing spells could 'heal' them once every ten hours or so, these organs could even be kept alive for months even if they were frozen.
Johnson looked at Roland's expressionless face and suddenly thought of something. His face gradually became frightened, and his expression was even twisted.
He was soaked in cold sweat.
He fell on his knees, the muscles on his face twisted in fear. "Mr. Roland, please spare me. I'll never do such business again."
Dorothy looked at Johnson in surprise. She didn't know why Johnson was so scared.
But Johnson knew it very well.
When Roland asked about the human organs, he suddenly remembered something.
Most of the Golden Sons abhorred evil.
They had only one way to deal with evil men.
Kill them!
Johnson's teeth were chattering. "I really want to turn over a new leaf."
"It seems that there are indeed children in your trade center."
Roland heaved a sigh and cast an alignment detection spell on the two people in front of him.
It was indeed insulting, but it didn't matter in such a situation. Roland only asked for peace of mind.
As he expected … There was a deep red glow above Johnson's head, so red that it was almost purple.
"Goodbye." Roland pressed his right hand on Johnson's head.
Thunder surged out of his palm.
He wasn't very good at the spell and had only learned it, but it was enough to deal with an ordinary person.
Johnson's body trembled. A few seconds later, he fell to the ground.
Although his hands and feet were still cramping, his brain had been cooked.
It wasn't a painful way to die, because the brain couldn't feel pain. Besides, Roland's lightning was quite powerful, and Johnson had lost consciousness in the first second.
Looking at Johnson who had lost his life on the ground, Dorothy covered her mouth and retreated quickly.
She felt that she was doomed, too.
But she dared not scream, fearing that she would lose her last hope of survival if she infuriated the Demon God.
Roland, however, exclaimed in surprise.
It was because he found that Dorothy's head was glowing green.
Although it was only bright green, it was still green.
"You're not involved in Johnson's organ business?"
Dorothy shook her head quickly.
"Then what's your relationship with Johnson?"
"Forest Fawn is protected by Strongrock. I receive guests here, and I'm responsible for delivering messages to them if any particularly strong people come." Dorothy sounded like she was crying. "I've never hurt anybody. I've heard that they're selling human organs, but I've never touched them."
"You've done good deeds?"
"I give some coins to the beggars in the city now and then."
So that's why … No wonder it's bright green.
Roland heaved a sigh. "Then I won't kill you. Do you know where Johnson's organ trade center is?"
"I don't."
Roland frowned.
Seeing that, Dorothy immediately shouted, "But I know who knows."
"Speak."
"On the first floor, there's a man named Jakang. He's responsible for collecting protection fees. He's Johnson's trusted subordinate. He must know where the organ trade center is."
Roland nodded and touched Dorothy's forehead softly, and she passed out.
It was a simple hypnosis.
Even an official Mage couldn't resist it, much less Dorothy.
Roland went downstairs. The people here didn't know what was going on up there, but they were still busy.
Roland saw three men who were obviously different from the others. They were more hostile and always looked at people with a weird sense of contempt.
Walking to them, Roland asked, "Which one of you is Jakang?"
Although Roland had taken off his mask, he was still wearing the black robe of a Thief.
It was quite common in the underground world to dress like that.
The thinnest but arrogant man in the middle stood out. "I am. Boy, who are you?"
Roland cast Alignment Test.
All three of them had red heads.
But the other two had light red heads, and this Jakang's was dark red. It wasn't as red as Johnson's, but it was much darker than the two next to him.
With a cold face, Roland snapped his fingers, and two Hands of Magic appeared. He grabbed the man's arms and dragged him out.
The other two were too scared to move.
They couldn't afford to piss off a Mage.
"Who are you?" Jakang's face turned blue when he was grabbed. "I've never offended you, Mage."
Ordinary people dared not oppose Mages.
They were even more terrifying than nobles.
At this moment, many people saw Jakang being taken away, but nobody said anything.
Everybody here was just having fun. There was no need to get into a conflict with a Mage. Besides, the Mage was only capturing a gangster. Was it necessary to stand up for him?
Tossing him to the side of the road, Roland said casually, "Tell me where Johnson's organ trade center is."
"My lord, I don't dare to say it. Boss Johnson will kill me." Jakang stood up and trembled like a rabbit.
Roland yawned and said, "It doesn't matter. Johnson didn't want to say it, so he's already dead."
Jakang was briefly stunned. Then, he fell on his knees and kowtowed hard. "Mage, I know where it is. I know where it is. I'll take you there right now."
"Wait!" Roland suddenly thought of something. "You wait here. I have something to do. I'll be back soon."
Roland threw down a magic spider.
The magic spider's room was huge. It was green and translucent, like glass.
The spider crawled to Jakang's shoulder along his trousers.
Jakang was even more scared. He stared at the spider as if it were the most terrifying venom, but he didn't dare to move at all.
Roland snapped his fingers and teleported away.
Jakang stood on the side of the road, like a bird shivering in the cold wind.
A lot of people passed by, including his acquaintances, but they didn't dare to greet him when they saw the transparent green spider on his shoulder.
Twenty minutes later, Roland came back.
There was already a puddle of water under Jakang's body.
It wasn't because he had peed himself, but because of his cold sweat.
"Okay, we can go now." Roland smiled at Jakang. "Lead the way. I don't have much patience."
"Yes, Master Mage."
When Roland was about to get lost in the city, he finally came to an extremely remote place.
In Darry's grove, there was a big shabby house.
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