In fact, ever since Y'zaks came to Hao Ren's house, he had not done much of what a demon king should do. Other than going back to his hometown to pick up his brothers, the big guy's main schedule was to eat, sleep, read the People's Daily, go out to look for work, and show his ID to the police. Recently, he even took his daughter to the streets to collect old appliances (and deal with the anti-abduction officers). He lived like a retired old cadre. But at this time, when he talked about the method of soul extraction for interrogation, the demonic aura of a demon king was revealed.
To be able to talk about this like eating and drinking, how could he be small?
When the pope heard what Y'zaks said, his first reaction was that it was fresh. Then, as expected, he frowned. Obviously, even if this was not written in the goddess' doctrine, he had an instinctive resistance to things like soul extraction: it was a normal reaction for ordinary people. Y'zaks saw this and looked down at the half-human half-ghost creature in the cage. The latter was forcibly assembled and bound by flesh and blood magic by the heretics. Even if it was powerful, it did not seem to be stable. It was not known whether it was because the working hours were up or because of the serious injury, now the flesh and blood were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly turned into a puddle of stinking sludge.
"I suggest you make up your mind quickly. This' creature 'probably won't live for more than two hours." Y'zaks shrugged. "Extracting and interrogating a soul is not a heinous act. It's essentially no different from interrogating a prisoner. It's just that it avoids the death of the torturer during the process, and the success rate of obtaining effective information is greatly increased. After all, the body is easy to collapse, but the soul can withstand a variety of stimuli. And more importantly, in the process, I can release the other souls in this monster. Although they can't be resurrected, at least they can enjoy eternal sleep. "
The pope opened his mouth to speak, but at this time, the little girl Y'lisabet suddenly jumped up and said, "Don't hesitate, after all, you usually use torture when you interrogate heretics. What's the difference between torturing the body and the soul? There's no blood when interrogating the soul."
Becky had been hiding behind the crowd and watching quietly, quietly being a smurf who was being carried by others to gain achievements. But now, she could not help but mutter, "Why do I feel that if I kill these two, at least two sets of orange equipment will drop..."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Drop an epic People's Daily and a legendary screwdriver?"
By then, the Pope was done with his dilemma. He silently went over the teachings of the goddess in his mind and reluctantly nodded. "Although it is illogical... but the goddess has never explicitly objected to such behavior. The situation is urgent, so I'll leave this matter to this guest. "
Y 'zaks grinned as if he was about to devour someone. He then followed the bishop who was in charge of interrogating the heretics and left the hall. Before he left, he turned his head and said to Hao Ren, "Wait for my good news. He will speak soon."
The little girl, Y'lisabet, skipped behind her father. "Daddy, wait! I'll help you poke a hole in him! "
Everyone at the scene broke out in a cold sweat. As expected of a demon … no matter how righteous his worldview was, he couldn't change his way of doing things!
Fortunately, Holletta's culture did not explicitly oppose the "Soul Interrogation". Otherwise, the pope would not have agreed so easily.
Now that things had developed to this point, there was basically no hope for the banquet to continue. King Mhoren once again expressed his apologies to Hao Ren and Hilda. For a monarch, what happened today was definitely not a trivial matter. However, Hilda and her courtiers did not care. The queen smiled at King Mhoren and said, "Your Majesty, don't mind it. Accidents are inevitable. We're used to it. Holletta's traditional food is amazing, and we thank you for that. "
Ophra subconsciously muttered, "What do you mean by used to it?"
Vivian sighed and said, "The Aerymian elves have been used to accidents since young. Outsiders may not understand, but they all live like it when there's an explosion, an earthquake, a poisonous gas fire while they're eating."
Ophra was dumbfounded. Hao Ren pursed his lips and said, "Just continue to treat it as a tough environment to hone your hero. Anyway, when you come across something unexplainable when you communicate with us, just focus on the environment and worldview."
The Aerymian elves' work on this planet had been completed. Next, it was up to Hao Ren and the rest to handle the chores. So the elves bade farewell to the Hollettans and teleported back to their planet along the route they came from. More than 500 people squeezed back through the basement of Becky's house. Ophra was still in charge of seeing them off. The female marshal watched the mighty engineering team disappear at the gate of Becky's house. She could not help but ask Hao Ren, "If you're so capable, why don't you open a bigger portal? Or at least build a bigger portal. "
"There's a big portal, but that's in unclaimed territory or my territory." Hao Ren smiled at the female marshal. "If I really build a portal in your territory that can transport 10,000 people per minute, don't you worry?"
Ophra smiled and did not say anything. There were too many things that could be said, but there were also too many things that could not be said. In the face of such a rare situation, the female marshal cleverly chose to silence the atmosphere.
After a while, Becky appeared. The mercenary girl was busy commanding the elves to 'pass' the portal. She was so anxious that she was sweating. She untied the girdle of her lady dress and fanned herself with her collar. She looked at Hao Ren as she fanned herself. "Mr. Landlord, can you bring me something the next time you come?"
"What do you want?" Hao Ren asked.
Becky's face suddenly turned bitter. "There's no TV, no games, no computer, no internet here! I've been here for so long. Other than being dragged to banquets, all I do is play with the fishes at home … It's so boring! "
The corner of Hao Ren's mouth twitched. "Now you're missing life on Earth?"
Becky's face was sad. "I miss the big TV and Lily's laptop in the living room. Can you bring me a set of furniture next time? I don't want it for free. I have a lot of jewelry at home! Go and weigh two catties … "
Listen to the nouveau riche's measuring unit, catties!
At this time, Big Beardy, who had been silent like an invisible person, suddenly interjected. "Then the next time I come, remember to bring you a set of generators … And there's no internet here, how are you going to solve it?"
Hao Ren looked at Big Beardy in surprise. He never thought that this old-fashioned and backward ascetic could say such high-tech terms. "You've been learning a lot of things. I thought you were studying survival in the wild!"
Big Beardy laughed. "Electrification is part of Earth's environment. Don't play with it if you don't like it."
"… Where did you learn these words from?" Hao Ren asked.
Lily jumped up and down. "Me! Me! Me!"
"You're just messing around!" Hao Ren glared at Lily, then turned to Becky. "Okay, the next time I come, I'll bring you a set of appliances and generators. I'll also get you a signal adapter to solve the network problem."
Becky was suddenly overjoyed. In Hao Ren's mind, there was a scene of the girl squatting in the basement in the near future, plugging the network cable into the portal communicator while running the generator … He never understood why he could always make a lot of high-end things look like rural information network renovation plans. It was probably a passive talent.
After sending off the elves, they took a short break at Becky's house. Ophra ordered someone to go back to the city and fetch a small box. Then she dismissed the people around and opened the box in front of Hao Ren. "This is all the information we've collected about the Cult of Origination, as well as their doctrine and some ritual items. The church has a backup file. I've left these things for you. "
Big Beardy immediately made a religious gesture in front of his chest. "Goddess, have mercy. May these blasphemous things not harm more people."
"These cultists have harmed a lot of people," Ophra sighed. "But I'm more worried that they're actually just minions on the surface."
Hao Ren was reading some reports about the scope of activities and ritual scale of the cultists. His ears twitched when he heard that. "What do you mean?"
"This is their doctrine — the 'original scripture' that only the core members of the cult will use." Ophra picked out a black hardcover book that was not very thick and handed it to Hao Ren. "According to the clues revealed in the doctrine, the Cult of Origination is probably under the control of some more bizarre and powerful force. They're just spokesmen."
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