You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Sean quickly explained: "Actually, this ID is fake. I'm not a cop. We are still family."

The man looked at him with contempt: "Do you think I'm a fool? How can I not tell the difference between true and false?"

"I've never seen a police officer as bad as you."

Sean:

Damn, I can't explain it clearly.

"Believe me, you will regret coming here." The man said coldly, "Come, take him away."

Sean was stunned and wondered if there was someone else?

Yes, not only are there people, but there are quite a few of them.

At the man's command, several people appeared out of nowhere, put an airtight, zero-visibility black pantyhose on Sean's head as a hood, and escorted him out.

Sean tried to project his perception, but found that the pantyhose could actually block his mental power. It was a magical item. He could only rely on his brain power to remember where the other party wanted to take him.

As he kept remembering, Sean's face under his pants began to show a bit of strangeness.

He didn’t know if he had misidentified the direction, he felt that these guys took him around the outside of the villa for a few circles, and finally returned to the garden through the back door, entered the villa, and went to the basement—"

Is this deliberately interfering with his judgment?

About half an hour passed.

Sean's hood was removed and he finally saw the light again.

"Just stay here quietly, or you'll suffer the consequences."

Hey!

The sturdy steel door was slammed shut.

This is a dungeon.

The style is both retro and trendy, using the old-fashioned form of a fence with vertical bars on all four sides, but it is made of steel, not wood, and can bring more coldness and despair to people than ordinary cells.

Sean was not desperate.

But he never expected that he would get off to a bad start. He was imprisoned right after he arrived, and he was imprisoned in his own basement—····

"Shameful."

Sean sighed softly.

The candles on the wall emitted a faint light. The dungeon was not small. If it was really under his house, it must have taken a lot of effort to convert it into this state. Sean counted and found that there were six cells like the one he was in, but the other five were empty. He was the only one imprisoned in the entire dungeon area, and he couldn't even find a colleague to talk to.

Sean could only helplessly close his eyes and meditate, and go to the desert to eat cactus.

There's nothing else to do.

It is impossible to escape from prison. The few people who just brought him in had no "footsteps", and Sean never found out where they were hiding. In other words, these people are all high-level wizards, conservatively estimated to be above rank five. And if a rank five wizard can "guard the door", then the current owner of this dungeon is most likely also a great magician.

So don't make trouble.

Get yourself in there in a moment.

Sean didn't want to be beaten and unable to move for a long time like Kate and Sopea.

On the other hand, this might not be a bad thing.

Since the other party hates the police, it means that he is most likely one of their own. Even if he is not a colleague of the Temple, he should not be too far away. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The only thing that bothers Sean is how to explain to him that the ID card is fake.

Actually, no explanation is needed.

When the man handed over his ID, his boss immediately accessed the relevant system to check his identity.

Sean was wrong about this, too.

Not only is there a database here, but it is directly connected to the inside of the Vatican.

All demons and monsters have nowhere to hide here.

We must find out where Sean comes from and who he works for.

Some people can be killed, but some cannot be killed, even if the person is an enemy, otherwise it will affect the overall situation.

The reason why their organization has survived to this day is because of its cautiousness.

Just this check made the man embarrassed.

"There is no such person in the police system."

"This is a fake certificate."

man:

"?

"Maybe I entered the wrong number?"

The boss gave him a warning look: "Are you questioning me?"

man:

"Don't dare."

"Take me to see him."

"Yes.

4

A few minutes later.

The two came to the dungeon.

Seeing Sean meditating with his eyes closed like nothing had happened, the man was very upset. He thought to himself, does this guy not consider himself an outsider at all? How can he meditate when he is locked up in a cell?

"Cough cough!"

He coughed violently twice.

Sean opened one eye and asked with concern, "Do you have a cold?"

man:"?

You have a cold!

"Mr. Gomez wants to question you. You'd better behave yourself and don't ask for trouble." The man warned.

Sean noticed a middle-aged man next to him. Gomez should be the man's name.

The breath is so weak that it is almost unnoticeable.

But in this magical world, the weaker the aura, the higher the rank.

So Sean opened his other eye, gave a polite smile, and nodded to the man: "Hello, Mr. Gomez."

"Hello to you too, Mr. Fake Cop," Gomez replied meaningfully.

Sean: "Actually, I'm not a cop."

Gomez: “I know.”

"Just because you're not a cop doesn't mean you're not an enemy."

Their enemies are many.

The police are just the easiest kind to deal with.

"Next I have a few questions for you, and I hope you can answer truthfully," Gomez said.

Sean nodded: "I'll try my best."

The man next to him got angry when he heard this. What does "try your best" mean?

“It’s a must!”

Perhaps because he didn't recognize the fake ID, he was annoyed. The more he looked at Sean's handsome face, the more he disliked it. He wished he could tear it off and stick it on his own face.

Gomez told him to shut up: "Stand aside."

Man: “.——Yes.”

Gomez's attitude is undoubtedly much better than that of the men.

But many times, people can't just look at the surface. Sean understood this as early as Holkodu.

When Gomez really started asking questions, his actions were completely different from his relatively mild attitude, and he could even be said to be rude: "My question is very simple."

He turned his head and looked at Sean: "If the Pope and Carl Black stood in front of you at the same time, and you had the opportunity to kill one of them, who would you choose to kill?"

This question is very sharp and goes straight to the core of Yudun.

There was not even any foreshadowing, it seemed very abrupt and caught people off guard.

And this is exactly the effect Gomez wants.

If someone else were asked, he might be able to lie and get away with it, but in front of Gomez, no lie could escape his eyes.

The moment the words fell, Gomez's eyes suddenly became as deep as black holes, and his vast mental power was like waves stirred up by a strong wind, pointing at Sean's heart.

There is such a wizard who is good at mental magic in the town of Alola, named "Lie breaker". The treatment that Sean did not enjoy from the Lie breaker, he enjoyed today in his own basement.

Compared to the Lie Detective, Gomez's mental magic is even more terrifying. After all, in terms of rank alone, Gomez is more than one level higher than the Lie Detective. He is a great magician who is in no way inferior to Roberts.

However, Sean didn't feel any pressure at all.

His unobservable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak mental defense once again played a role, silently resisting Gomez's mental attack, causing Gomez's tried-and-true "Great Honesty Technique" to lose its effect.

Gomez himself hasn't realized it yet.

And even if mental magic is effective, this question is still an easy one for Sean.

He is Carl Black himself, what choice is there?

"Kill the Pope, of course."

Hearing this answer, Gomez's expression softened significantly.

But he did not jump to conclusions, but continued to ask, coldly: "Do you want to rebel?"

"Ha." Sean sneered, "What do you mean by rebellion?"

"Have Lord Black and the Temple of Truth ever submitted to the Vatican?"

"Coffrey has never been under the jurisdiction of the Vatican."

"Moreover, which minister would dare to occupy the city around the Holy City of the Vatican and establish his own government?"

"Instead, it was the Vatican that broke its promise and took advantage of Lord Black's absence to tear up the treaty and attack the Temple."

"So this isn't called rebellion. I just want to help Lord Black get back what belongs to us."

Sean's speech was very logical and well-reasoned. If you didn't know him, you would really think he knew a lot about the feud between the Vatican and the Temple.

But in fact, this was all quickly compiled by him based on the information he currently had.

“Well said!” Gomez laughed.

As he was laughing, his face turned cold again, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "You are so treasonous, you can go to hell!"

Sean: "?"

The next second, Gomez floated in front of him like a ghost, so fast that it was dizzying. Sean only saw a series of afterimages coming from far to near, and then saw Gomez coming to him, raising his right hand, and the entire palm turned into a group of uncomfortable pale moths, and slapped him hard on the forehead.

For a moment, Sean wanted to use a forbidden spell.

But in the end, I suppressed the impulse and did not resist.

One reason is that he felt that Gomez was still testing him.

Secondly, it seems that he cannot resist. He is only at the third level. The gap between him and the great magician is greater than that between a man and a dog. It cannot be made up by a forbidden spell.

He could only take another gamble, close his eyes and "wait to die", and just like what he said to Kate at the beginning, he said loudly with a fearless face: "Faith will not be defeated. Even if you kill me and nail me in the coffin, I will shout in my rotten voice in the grave, "Lord Black lives forever!"

“The Temple of Truth Lives Forever!”

hum!

The falling moth palm finally stopped steadily just a millimeter away from Sean's forehead.

When he opened his eyes again, Sean saw Gomez's face was full of admiring smile.

"Well, young man, you passed our test."