Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 94 [Solomon]

At this time, Clay was sitting in a suite in a luxuriously decorated high-end hotel with a bruised face.

Obviously, he was very unconvinced and dissatisfied with his arrest, and his eyes kept moving around to the agents next to him who were wearing leather jackets with three-headed dragon shoulder pads.

It was these guys who suddenly rushed out from the darkness and attacked him frantically, but did not really kill him. They beat him until he vomited blood and was unable to resist, then they dragged him into a car and brought him to this room.

"My men were a bit rough, but that was also because I was impatient, so don't blame me. Mr. Ernest Crainger, come, have a cup of tea, and then we can talk about something I really want to know."

Sitting opposite Clay was a man who looked extremely young at first glance, but the way he leaned leisurely on the sofa made Clay inexplicably feel as if he was facing Sandro, no, even someone who was much stronger than Sandro.

He pushed a cup of hot tea in front of Clay.

Clay sniffed, wiped the blood, and said, "I don't like tea. Just ask if you have anything to say."

"You're a direct person, and I like direct people, so I'll ask you directly, have you ever met the King of the North Sea?"

The man's previous words sounded like casual chatting, but his last sentence was a question that was almost an order, as if it required an answer.

Clay sat up straight, either unconsciously or under duress, and said, "I've seen it."

"where?"

"San Quanti."

"Who is he?"

When asking this question, the man looked directly into Clay's eyes, and his tone became more serious, rigid, and cold, as if he had set a program that required him to answer with the most correct answer, and he could not fail to answer, nor could he lie.

Clay swallowed, then shook his head. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" The man frowned. "How could you not know? Tell me all the times you met him."

"I... only met him once, when we were..."

Clay described in detail everything he saw at the bottom of the stairs, including how the King of the North Sea suppressed the entire audience and how he obtained the colorful crown.

"Then, the space shattered and I passed out. When I woke up, I was safe."

Finally, he said.

The man sitting opposite him looked at him deeply for the last time and then looked away.

Clay slumped in his chair with a sense of relief, feeling as if he had just been through a long ordeal and was extremely exhausted.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Ernest Kreinger. You are honest. I like honest people. Honest people should be rewarded. This is the rule, so you are free."

The man raised his hand, signaling his men to take Clay away.

"By the way, give him a handkerchief to wipe the blood. You can't accuse our Kingdom Security Bureau of abusing civilians."

It wasn't until Clay was thrown onto the steps outside the hotel that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wiping the blood off his face with a handkerchief, Clay looked back at the hotel and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

“*****.”

Fortunately, I passed the test.

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Ethan was found after Clay.

At this time, he already knew that Clay had been arrested.

Facing the two Kingdom Security Bureau agents who had suddenly arrived, he first asked Anya to prepare two cups of tea, then stood up slowly and said, "Gentlemen, please allow me to change my clothes. As you can see, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to go out like this."

Before they arrived, Ethan was painting at home, wearing a light and comfortable home outfit.

"I won't run away, don't worry."

Finally, the two agents agreed, and Ethan changed into a dark green dress and followed them to the hotel.

At the door, he met Vincent who was invited along.

He and Vincent looked at each other.

No one spoke.

The two men were taken into two different rooms, with Ethan being questioned first.

It was still the same young man, and this time he still prepared tea.

Ethan picked it up and took a sip.

"Ethan...Pauletta, you don't seem very scared?" The man looked at him.

"Sir, in theory, everyone is afraid of the Kingdom Security Bureau, but I haven't done anything to endanger the kingdom's security. I've always been an upright and good person, so I don't think I have anything to fear."

Ethan placed it in the teacup.

"Interesting, Ethan, you're very interesting. I've read your profile and I'm very interested in you. However, I need to ask you a few questions first. If you don't answer them well, then you won't be interesting anymore."

The man laughed.

"first……"

The next moment, a huge sense of oppression rushed towards Ethan.

He just felt like he was being submerged by a huge wave.

"Have you ever seen the King of the North Sea?"

"Yes, I've seen it."

"Where is it, and what is the specific scene like?"

"I only met him once... then..."

Ethan pretty much recounted the same perspective as Clay.

"at last……"

Just as Ethan was about to tell the result, the man suddenly leaned forward and growled in an extremely oppressive manner: "Ethan! The King of the North Sea, is it your brother Vincent? Tell me?!"

Ethan felt that his consciousness was about to be annihilated.

But the next second, he slowly said, "No."

The tide receded.

The man sat back on the sofa, as if nothing had happened.

"Ethan, good job," he said calmly.

Ethan was sweating profusely and had to hold on to the armrests of the chair. His consciousness was extremely confused.

It was really hard just now. He had to face the man's mental attack and try his best to hide his "true name of God".

Fortunately, now, I have passed the test.

"Rest for a while. I'm going to go next door and ask your brother. If he's okay, you two can go home happily for dinner."

The man stood up and left the room.

Ethan was looking at the wall, and on the other side of the wall was Vincent.

Vincent...

There will definitely be no problem.

After all, the prerequisite for this plan to be implemented is that it originated from him.

Fifteen minutes later.

The door of the room was opened again, and the man walked in again and sat opposite Ethan.

"Ethan, now I can reintroduce myself to you. I'm Agares Solomon, the Special Operations Specialist of the Kingdom Security Bureau. You can call me Solomon. I'm sorry to bother you brothers, but I think I'll still waste a little more of your time."

"Because I have a small matter that I need your help with."

"As you wish."

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(End of this chapter)