A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 10 System
Quinn was taken to a separate room.

This should be a place like a police station, a townhouse that is quite conspicuous in the civilian area on the hillside. Its appearance reminds him of the police station building in the British TV series "Sherlock Holmes".

There are no police officers in Ashwell.

Although the city-state is independent, it is not allowed to have an army or police. Instead, it is governed by "sheriffs" from surrounding kingdoms. The symbol of Sheriff Ashwell can be seen everywhere in the building - a badge consisting of a staff, a flintlock, and a code.

This room wasn't private; it was a temporary storage room. From time to time, the sound of sheriffs moving around could be heard outside the door. It seemed the sheriffs of Ashwell weren't just responsible for police cases, they also took care of some administrative work. The phone rang constantly, sounding incredibly busy.

Quinn sat on a chair with one hand handcuffed to the leg of the chair. He had to bend slightly to sit, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But what can he do?
Just wait to die.

Quinn had originally planned to stay in Ashwell. While he had no intention of asking for anything from Xia Dai'er, he knew she had saved his life, so it wouldn't be difficult to borrow some money, using the excuse of being penniless after being plundered by goblins. He would then find a cheap hotel to stay in, and once he got familiar with the other world, he would try to contact the Demon King.

But now he was arrested before he even entered the city.

Or the charge of "suspected participation in demonic sacrificial activities".

Quinn couldn't help but laugh. No wonder the demon kings of all generations have tried their best but failed to defeat humans. Look at your business level. You sent assassins to the goblin cave in the human world, but they were caught within three days. And you still want to assassinate the hero?
Following the devil for three days and going hungry for nine meals is like that.

Logically speaking, he should now rely on the system in his body to think of a solution.

But based on the repeated trials over the past three days, he no longer had any expectations of the system.

I can't say it's completely useless, I can only say it's useful but only a little.

First is the illustration system.

This thing is just a pure Baidu Encyclopedia, and the information database is incomplete. As he walked along, the illustration system would occasionally pop up popular science information, including but not limited to the mushrooms he encountered in the forest, the ants crawling on the trees, and the ancient inscriptions buried by the rocks.
To trigger the illustrated guide system, you must encounter something you've never seen before—a creature or object that doesn't exist on Earth and possesses inherent unique characteristics. For example, a mushroom can be used to create smoke bombs, or an ant can be used to make wine.
It feels like I'm watching short videos of trivia that I'll never use.

Quinn believes that the popular science education of the atlas system is targeted, but because there are too many missing parts, further research is needed.

Along the way, he saw chocobos used to pull carts, winged snakes leaping and hunting in the forest, and cows with necks like giraffes. These creatures from another world were obviously more valuable to science than smoke mushrooms or brewing ants, but the system didn't respond at all. It was not known whether the information was missing or whether they were not within the scope of the atlas.

The second is the [Future Prompt] system.

This one is even more of a heavyweight.

The function does more harm than good, and Quinn is completely afraid to use it.

The young lady and the female knight were rescued, but apart from being a little hungry, they were not harmed by the goblins.

These two people seemed to be used for trading. The goblins and the robbers who robbed the caravan reached an agreement, but due to poor communication, Quinn couldn't find out the identity of the group no matter how much he asked.

Maybe even the goblin leader himself didn't know who the robbers were. In order to avoid trouble, Quinn simply pretended to know nothing.

If Quinn had known that these two people would not die, he would definitely be willing to save them. After all, paying the price of "name" is too painful.

A name is something given by your mother. Without it, your whole life feels empty.

In addition, there is also the [Divination] function mentioned by the Demon King.

After checking, Quinn discovered that the system did have a [Divination] module, but when he tried to use it, no matter how he operated it, the system always reported an error.

[The balance is 0, and the 'divination' module cannot be used].

This is really like a widow buying cucumbers - there is no use for the halberd.

The Demon King said that he gave Quinn a total of four systems.

[Divination] Although it doesn't work, at least it can still detect it. The fourth system simply doesn't find this person. I don't know if it's completely broken, or if there's no fourth system at all.

There are three modules in the system that can be used actively: illustrations, tips, and divination. Anything else will indicate a system error or a query failure.
One look at Ding Zhen and you can tell he’s a complete waste.

Quinn no longer relies on the system.

When the three of them were taken to the police station by the priest, he saw Xia Dai'er angry for the first time, with her cheeks puffed up like a kitten with its fur standing on end. She told Quinn to keep silent and say nothing, and just let her handle it.

The three were then detained separately.

Quinn was determined to deny it to the bitter end. As the saying goes, confessing means leniency, while resisting means life imprisonment. He was just a human being, and you said I had an affair with the Demon King, so what? Where was the evidence?

Of course, Quinn didn't have high expectations for the Demon King's secrecy.

If the other party really produces some evidence, I will definitely confess and answer whatever they ask and cooperate absolutely.

Quinn was not aware of the attitude of humans towards demons in this world. If there was a deep blood feud between the two, any human who had any connection with the demons would be hanged directly.
Then you can only use [Future Tips].

Even though the effectiveness of this thing is a question mark, it is the only trump card Quinn can rely on. No matter what price you charge, it is better than losing your life.

He was handcuffed to the chair for a long time, and no one came in to interrogate him.

This room was almost completely enclosed, with no windows. Even through the large bars above the door, one couldn't see the sky. Quinn lost his sense of the passage of time. He only knew that if he continued to be tortured, he would wet his pants.

Damn it, where are the people? Let me go to the bathroom!

The door finally opened.

Two sheriffs and a middle-aged man in a white robe walked in.

Quinn's eyes half-closed slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

The middle-aged man wore a knee-length white robe with an inconspicuous circle of gold lines tattooed on his chest. The gold lines intersected into a circle, forming a totem of the sun.

In addition, he wore a lot of gold jewelry, from earrings to bracelets, all of which were made of pure gold. The jewelry was all a cross carved with a sun, and a circle of inscriptions was engraved around the sun, like a work of art.

He walked over to Quinn and squatted down to remove the handcuffs from him.

Only then did Quinn realize that the handcuffs that had been handcuffing him for so long were actually made of gold.

It is not pure gold, but there are golden inscriptions engraved on the surface of the handcuffs.

The sheriff frowned and couldn't help but say:
"Father Maude, this will make it difficult for me. The parliament issued a search warrant for you, not an arrest warrant. You cannot arrest people without evidence."

"Don't be nervous, my child."

Father Maud lifted the unfastened handcuffs and gazed at the golden inscription.

“Just in case”

His eyes lit up slightly, and his gaze, as dazzling as the sun, moved up and down the handcuffs. The originally cold room suddenly felt hot as if it was directly exposed to the sun.

Immediately, a sizzling sound came from the handcuffs, as if something was boiling. A barely perceptible gray mist rose up and was quickly evaporated by his gaze.

Father Maud smiled.

"Look, isn't this evidence?"

(End of this chapter)