A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 11 Interrogation
Gray mist rose, and the two law enforcement officers stared in astonishment.

"Is he a demon?"

Quinn closed his eyes and felt very spicy.

God, I have done good deeds in this life, please bless me to become a handsome man in Tokyo in the next life.

"Heh." Father Mod laughed, "If it were the demons, the three of us would have already been corpses."

The two law enforcement officers looked at Quinn. The man was dressed in the cloth clothes of a country farmer, had a crew cut, and had a harmless temperament. He was the kind of passerby who would definitely not leave an impression if you met him on the street. He was extremely ordinary.

"Then him."

"This gray mist represents that he has recently come into contact with something related to the demons. He may have been cursed, encountered something ominous, or participated in some rituals." Father Mod stared at Quinn with a forced smile.

"At least, there is a need to interrogate him."

The two law enforcement officers looked at each other.

"We need to ask our superiors for instructions."

With that, the two men quickly left the room, leaving Father Maude alone to face Quinn.

"You are very calm." Father Maud spoke first.

Quinn stretched his body. His back was stiff from being tortured for so long.

He placed his hands flat on his knees and looked up into Father Maud's unusually bright eyes.

"Since I'm a suspect, don't you need to handcuff me?"

The priest smiled and shook his head.

"You're an ordinary person."

The subtext of this sentence is that it makes no difference to ordinary people whether they are tortured or not in front of him.

Quinn asked helplessly: "Since you know I am an ordinary person, why do you still say that I have been exposed to things related to the demons?"

Father Maude remained silent, but his glaring gaze made Quinn want to lower his head, as if he was staring at the sun.

But he had seen the Devil's eyes before, and their gazes were similar in some ways.

Equally incredible, equally oppressive. But compared to the Devil's divine gaze, the priest's eyes seemed insignificant.

"I'm just curious." Seeing Quinn didn't bow his head, the priest restrained his smile. "How did you, an 'ordinary person', manage to fight off six goblins by yourself?"

Quinn mentally called out his betraying teammates.

"Your two companions seem to have strong connections in Eswell. They wanted to hide something, so they offered you as a bargaining chip. Of course, we in the Church of Light won't interfere with their smuggling activities. I'm very curious about your background, Mr. Quinn."

"You said you departed from the Kingdom of Luoao, but Luoao Customs has no record of your departure for a month. You said you were from the countryside of the Western Continent, but I can't find any evidence of a city called Litang on the Western Continent. Your hair and eye color don't look like someone from the Western Continent. Are you interested in telling me the truth?"

Father Maude played with the handcuffs, turning them over and over, as if he was trying to grasp something.

Quinn finally lowered his head.

The Holy See of Light.

Xia Dai'er had mentioned to him before, implying in her words that this sun-believing religion was the largest religious organization in the world of Tamilan.

Among the seven major orthodox religions in the world, only the Holy See of Light has its own religious state and government, and nearly half of the human race are believers of the sun.

At the same time, the Holy See of Light has also been the leader in fighting against demons many times in history.

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Quinn said miserably.

"Oh, I don't know?" Father Maud said jokingly. "—I woke up in the Goblin Cave." Quinn seemed to be recalling something painful, and he spoke intermittently: "There was an altar, and goblins. A group of goblins were dancing."

"The air was filled with the smell of blood, my head hurt, and I felt like I had lost my memory and forgot a lot of things. I was very scared. But they didn't notice me."

Quinn had always known that his fabricated origins wouldn't hold up to scrutiny.

So during these three days, he had already prepared a plan in mind to deal with this extreme situation.

These words are half true and half false. If the other party investigates, they will be able to find out the corresponding situation. However, whether they can fool people or not depends entirely on fate.

"At that time, an old goblin was standing on the altar and dancing. The air was filled with red light, as if there was an earthquake, and everything was shaking. But my head hurt, and everything I saw was fuzzy and I couldn't see clearly."

Father Maud stopped playing with the shackles.

He pulled out a photo and asked, "Is this the old goblin you were talking about?"

Quinn's eyes narrowed.

In this slightly overexposed black and white photo, the goblin's head is shattered like a split watermelon, its eyeballs are rolling on the ground, its body covered with ink marks is lying on the side, and blood bubbles can still be vaguely seen on its neck.

It was the goblin leader who had once entertained him so warmly.

“.It’s this one.”

Quinn nodded, not showing any sign of panic.

If the goblins had given themselves away, the priest would not have had the attitude he has now.

"Did you see the sacrificial ceremony they performed?" Father Maud said solemnly. "What was the content of the ceremony? What were they praying for? Tell me every detail."

"I do not know."

Quinn flatly refused.

"You don't know?" Father Maud narrowed his eyes slightly. "I'm not threatening you. But there's one thing you should know. If someone from the Inquisition were to interrogate you, death would probably be the outcome you most desire."

"I really don't know."

Quinn spread his hands, his attitude as natural as if your parents suddenly came home and asked you if you had secretly played on the computer and you answered no.

"I'm not a goblin, how would I know what the goblins were doing? There were corpses all around me, and they weren't even bloody at all, they were all mummies! I was afraid I'd end up like that, so I ran away while they weren't paying attention."

"You mean?" Father Mod crouched down, their eyes meeting again, stinging Quinn's eyes. "You saw the goblins perform a ritual, and there was nothing on the altar, and you were the only survivor. Is that what you mean?"

Quinn knew that whether he answered "yes" or "no", he would be arrested.

"No, it's not nothing." He hesitated and said, "There is a woman on the altar."

"woman?"

Father Maud raised an eyebrow.

There was no woman's body at the scene, and Xia Daier and Catherine have been cleared of suspicion. Who is the woman he is talking about?
"She's beautiful, very beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful woman. She's not very old, maybe fifteen or sixteen, with an oval face and majestic red eyes. She's wearing a black robe with gold patterns, and her hair is also black. Oh, and there are two horns in her hair."

Quinn thought to himself, sorry, boss, I have to use you to take the blame.

Without even a moment's mourning for the Goblin leader's death, the one who immediately rushed to the battlefield was—the Demon King! Ruby!

Father Maud's face changed drastically.

As if he had seen a ghost, his lips twitched, and the fiery light in his eyes disappeared. He suddenly grabbed Quinn's arms with such force that it hurt him -

"Who?! Who did you see?!!"

(End of this chapter)