Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

However, the presence of W, who was unaware of the situation, refuted Arturo's guess.

'Iberia, Agor, Tidestone Town, Sarkaz, Lateran.......'

Some keywords collided in Arturo's mind. Perhaps the connection between these elements lacked a solid logical basis, but it was enough to give the confused Arturo a direction for thinking.

"Are you working for Andorn?"

In the blink of an eye, Arturo was uneasy to see another, even taller Agorian vanish before her eyes, silently and without a trace, which sent chills down her spine. Even the elite enforcers of Lateran were not as powerful as this.

Arturo could sense that these Agorians were not using any Originium Arts; they relied solely on their physical strength. Their speed of action was beyond Arturo's comprehension. Before she could even utter a single note, the violin was sliced ​​in two in an instant.

"Please stop overthinking. You are an unstable element. If you don't want to be cut in half like your instrument, please cooperate. His Excellency is not one to show mercy to women."

Godia suddenly appeared behind Arturo and bound her hands and feet with restraints made using Agor technology. Throughout the process, Arturo dared not resist in the slightest. Her instincts told her that this tall Agor woman could easily tear off her limbs with her bare hands.

“There was once a Tara monarch who sacrificed the people she was supposed to protect, and you have trampled her into a pile of minced meat.”

"If you're willing to behave for the time being, we might consider not killing you for now."

Laurentina hadn't expected that the major destabilizing factor that Lotin had warned them about would actually come to them on its own; it was probably just pure good luck.

“Sarkaz, this Sarkaz woman is in your care. If she dares to do anything underhanded, you know what to do. I remember your tribe really hates people with halos on their heads.”

Laurentina was unwilling to let this unexpected gain delay their original plan for the evening. They wanted to kidnap the lord and extract enough information from her to find out about the remnants of the Witch King's faction who might be targeting the two Witch Kings' descendants. After that, they could lead these fallen former nobles to the Queen's spies for disposal.

“Leave it to me, Ms. Laurentina.”

W's polite demeanor towards Laurentina contrasted sharply with her rude and uncompromising attitude towards Arturo. She was in excellent form, her touch was on fire, as if she had never contracted Oripathy. She quickly dragged the restrained Arturo back to an abandoned warehouse in the Sunset District that she had chosen beforehand.

This place was originally chosen for kidnapping the lord, but now it's also being used to imprison this pleasure criminal, Arturo. In Lotin's view, Arturo always knew what consequences his Originium Arts would cause, yet he still irresponsibly abused his abilities to satisfy his tastes and curiosity, thus causing many disturbances and even tragedies.

"I don't know why, but if you dare to touch any musical instrument, I'll blow your hand off. But, judging from your miserable state, it's impossible for me to do that."

In the dim light, W twisted open a bottle of life potion. For a long time, her Oripathy had been suppressed by this potion to the point that it basically did not affect her health.

She recalled Loting's only piece of advice to her: "If you feel too good to handle, twist open a bottle of red potion and drink it." It's impossible for W to have survived this long if she was frequently careless; otherwise, the dangerous life of a mercenary would have been enough to kill her.

But she was in such a good state that it was abnormal, and even she herself felt something was wrong, so she drank a bottle of red medicine as Luo Ting had instructed.

"Are you the Blood Demon?"

Arturo seemed to think the red liquid in the potion bottle was really blood—even though her hands and feet were restrained, she was curious about what kind of music a blood demon could "play".

Arturo irresponsibly uses his power for his own curiosity and emotional satisfaction, forcing people with self-control to the extremes of emotion, thus inducing one chaos and even tragedy after another. This is what Arturo has been doing all along.

Her extreme emotional way of thinking led her to shirk her responsibilities.

"None of your business, you black light bulb."

This was the first time W had ever seen a Sarkaz with its halo and wings shattered, but she had heard that this was a characteristic of sinners among the Celestial Masters.

After the potion took effect, W surprisingly felt calmer, which allowed her to figure out the reasons behind it.

Mercurochrome can greatly relieve the symptoms of lithiasis.

In W's mind, the life potion bestowed by Lotin was a kind of special medicine for Oripathy.

'The fact that I calmed down after drinking the red medicine means that my symptoms of stone disease have been relieved.'

'So what are the symptoms? Ah, I feel better after I came here, could this feeling be a symptom of Oripathy?'

'Wait, I feel better, but my Oripathy has actually worsened—'

W suddenly felt a chill run down her spine—what exactly happened in the Sunset District?

"resonance."

Laurentina tossed a sack with a silhouette quite similar to Gertrude's into the abandoned warehouse.

"Your Excellency told me that when the two descendants of the Witch Kings played together, it created a resonance that could seemingly cure mineral diseases, making the minerals appear to be better, but in reality, the rate of erosion would increase."

Laurentina will no longer suffer from Oripathy, as Skadi had made her body adaptable to Originium when she ascended to become the Overlord.

"We will assist Rhodes Island in taking one of them away later and then protect them separately."

Chapter 282: Gertrude, who is completely confused about the situation

Lady Gertrude was completely bewildered. She was preoccupied with the mess left by Czerny's refusal to perform when she was kidnapped on her way back to the mansion after finishing her work.

She didn't even see clearly who had kidnapped her; she only smelled the unsettling, damp sea breeze—Rupert had a keen sense of smell, and she was familiar with this scent from her previous vacations in Dosoles.

"The sound of flesh tearing?"

Lady Gertrude was clearly not the pampered noblewoman. As a survivor of bloody political struggles, she knew what the sound of flesh being chopped was. However, she did not expect the sound to become so crisp and faint that she did not react immediately.

The security personnel vanished from their spot in an instant, leaving behind only a horrifying pool of blood. If it were daytime, she could have seen the security personnel turn into scattered pieces of their bodies in a flash.

"Is this all the skill the people sent to summon the Witch King's spirit are?"

She did indeed have close cooperation with the remnants of the Witch King's faction; these security personnel were their privately trained armed forces, yet they didn't offer the slightest resistance.

Gertrude immediately drew her staff, ready to unleash Originium Arts, but her perception spells were unable to detect the fast-moving "assassin." She could only try to curl up in a corner in fear and panic until a rough sack was put over her.

Then came the scene where Greta and Laurentina arrived at the abandoned warehouse with the sack containing the Lady of the House.

Originally, the restraint device was intended for Gertrude, but because she encountered the more dangerous Arturo along the way, she switched to using a sack instead. When she was serving as a deep-sea hunter for Agor, she often used this restraint device to capture some of the fallen members of the Deep Sea Church.

"Not only was I lured out of my home by him, but I also have to work as his assistant. Isn't that a bit too much of a price to pay?"

Grandia didn't really think so. She just made a slight self-deprecating remark in front of Laurentina. After all, Lotin hadn't really forced her to do these things, and she understood that these actions were to prevent a greater threat to civilization.

"So you want to go back to your mother's place, Captain? Perfect, I'd like to have more of your time all to myself."

Laurentina couldn't detect a trace of unhappiness on Grandia's face. She had a premonition that as the series of crises were gradually resolved, more competitors would come to Lotin's side.

"That's not the case."

Since being taken away from Agor by Lotin, Gretia has indeed felt a great sense of relief. Her homeland no longer faces dangers that require her rescue, nor does she have to face her mother, whom she fears and loathes. This reminds her of the first time she ran away from home when she was a child, when she foolishly fantasized that a prince from a children's fairy tale would come to save an unfortunate little mermaid.

"Leave the interrogation to me. Hedley has passed on a lot of his personal techniques to me."

W had already prepared the rope; as a seasoned Sarkaz mercenary, she knew how to securely bind prisoners with a rope.

What do you want from me?

Gertrude was firmly bound to a cold concrete pillar. She was much calmer than W had imagined, who had always thought these pampered nobles were all cowards and weaklings.

"You're very calm. What do you think I would want?"

W found the prey's lack of fierce struggle and resistance repulsive, but she did see a kind of ferocity in the lord's eyes—a ferocity that could only be forged in bloody battles.

Gertrude didn't believe that the Sarkaz who could only communicate with her in broken Victorian was a native of Letania, and the behavior of the two Agorians was even more unfamiliar to them, but she couldn't rule out the possibility that the three were employed by the Twin Queens.

She looked around and spotted Arturo, who had also been kidnapped there—in her mind, he was just a famous honorary court musician of Letania, and his involvement in Letania's political struggles should be negligible.

It seemed unlikely that these people were employed by the Gemini Queen—just as she was thinking this, a cold dagger was pressed against her throat.

"How many remnants of the Witch King's faction are in this city? Tell me their names."

"Ms. Greta, please record this using your personal terminal."

W was still unsure of how far things had progressed between Lady Grandia and Lotin, so she decided to treat all the Agor women around Lotin the same way she treated Laurentina. This was the safest approach, as every single one of these Agor women around Lotin was someone she couldn't afford to offend.

Gertrude was stunned. Even if the Queen's Voice had hired these obviously foreigners to cover their tracks, they shouldn't have entrusted the interrogation to them; they could have done the interrogation themselves more safely.

"I don't know what you're talking about—"

"Thud!" The dagger pierced the concrete pillar, drawing a line of blood on Gertrude's face.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

W roughly pulled out the dagger, but clearly, this intimidation tactic was ineffective, and Gertrude remained unmoved.

W was truly unaware that Gertrude had gone so far as to kill her own brother to reach her current position. For such a cold-blooded politician, this level of violent intimidation was far from sufficient.

“You do look like a fool to me, you Sarkaz bastard.”

Gertrude knew that she wouldn't die no matter what kind of torture she endured before giving the answer, so she simply chose to provoke the other party and stall for time with trash talk.

W didn't get angry. Instead, he turned to look at Laurentina's expression. Laurentina seemed to be scrutinizing the work that W had taken on with great interest, as if to say, "That's it."

When Lotin himself was not around, Laurentina was indeed like a mistress and maid to W.

"We have limited time. If you haven't made any progress by dawn, we'll have to kill a few more people."

Laurentina certainly didn't intend to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but she deliberately exuded an aura of madness that was almost like wanting to massacre the city, which was for Gertrude's benefit.

After Skadi perfected the deep-sea hunters' cell fusion, they were also able to use bioelectric signals far stronger than those of ordinary people to influence the minds of some weaker creatures, just like Sea Sid.

In Gertrude's eyes at this moment, the beautiful and charming Agor woman before her had transformed into a bloodthirsty shark—even though Gertrude did not know that the creature with its gaping maw in her hallucination was a shark.

W immediately understood Laurentina's meaning: she wanted to create an atmosphere where speaking out might save her from death, but not speaking out would certainly mean death.

"I think you're the idiot. You actually think you're something special?"

"We're interrogating you so we can kill fewer people and make things easier. If you refuse to talk, we can just kill you. You're not as valuable as you think, you idiot."

Who is W? A cruel and bloodthirsty Sarkaz mercenary, whose very bones are filled with the impulse to kill and destroy. Her usual docile and obedient demeanor is entirely due to the great effort Lotin has put into taming and training this hellhound that bites indiscriminately.

The dagger swung down again, blood splattering everywhere, and a finger fell to the ground with a thud.

Gertrude gritted her teeth, enduring the terrible pain, believing that the other party might very well be bluffing.

"Ms. Laurentina, please allocate me a bottle of red potion."

Laurentina was Lotin's first spokesperson, so W instantly changed his demeanor and became a respectful servant.

“We’re on the same page, Sarkaz mercenary. It seems we’ll have a lot in common on this topic.”

Laurentina let out a chilling laugh, something she hadn't done in a long time. During her time as a nun, she had enjoyed cutting flesh and blood, a habit she still retained.

So Gertrude's finger was cut off and then glued back on with the life potion. The excruciating pain tormented Gertrude's will again and again, but she couldn't even faint, because W would give her another blue potion to make her consciousness doubly clear.

Finally, Gertrude, who had lost her luster, finally spoke, her teeth trembling, under the torture of two like-minded executioners.

Chapter 283: Frontline Support

The severe phantom pain made it difficult for Gertrude to write the beautiful Letanian script as she normally would, but it was enough to be clearly legible.

"Guh, kill me! Don't make me go through this torture anymore!"

Gertrude, a cold-blooded patricide, hysterically begged for mercy.

"Ladies, please, just give me a quick death!"

Not long ago, Gertrude referred to W as a filthy Sarkaz, but now she kneels and begs for mercy in an extremely humble tone.

"As a lord, you collect taxes from your people, yet instead of fulfilling your responsibility to protect them, you conduct resonance experiments that accelerate the deaths of infected people."

"You have already betrayed your territory, haven't you?"

Laurentina's eerie smile drove Gertrude almost insane, but all her struggles were in vain. Laurentina ignored the shrew who cursed everything and turned to look at W, with whom she had a slightly less close relationship.

"Looks like we do have some common ground, Sarkaz."

Laurentina was in a good mood because she had thoroughly enjoyed the cutting, so she became a little more lenient with W. As for W, it wouldn't hurt to make the "mistress" happy and then have her boast to His Highness.

“It is my honor, Ms. Laurentina.”

W skillfully knocked Gertrude unconscious and stuffed her into a sack, while Goredia marked the meeting point of the Queen's secret agents on a map she had downloaded in advance on her personal terminal.

An old coffee shop in the sunset district is barely making ends meet.

In such places, either the owner is an old fogey, or the owner is an undercover agent with a different identity.

The café owner named Begler was the latter; he was one of the Queen's secret agents who had infiltrated the area once again, as evidenced by the meticulously cleaned sewers beneath the café.

Laurentina, disguised as an ordinary tourist, went to the store via the surface route and exchanged the secret code with Begler, while underground, Greta was in charge of carrying Arturo, and W, who was with her, waited for the spy to appear at the exit of the secret passage with a sack.

"Uh, you've all taken care of it?"

The Queen's Voice had already informed these spies who were on missions abroad in advance, so Begler had some idea of ​​what was going to happen next.

"This contains the lords of Sheweiheim; you'll need to verify this list."

"Also, don't let Count Utica go looking for that white-haired brat. If he causes trouble, the consequences will be more than we can afford."

W handed the sack to Begler and then quickly disappeared at the end of the sewer. As a mercenary, she was already used to navigating the pipes of mobile cities. The lower pipes of Shevchenko were far less complex than those of Londinium.

Arturo quietly awaited the same fate to befall her, but the group did not torture her; they simply restrained her and refused to engage in any further communication with her beyond verbal abuse.

"Lord Nautilus, Arturo is now under our control."

Laurentina reported the message in the system chat interface, and Lotin, upon receiving the message, was able to negotiate with the Gemini Queens to begin playing the Golden Melody.