Chapter 68. Dekan’s Life Experiences

“To think that someone would actually approach Frata…”

Cloix exclaimed.

Although he didn’t mind going out with me and Cornelia every night these few days.

But he always felt that my way of thinking was very peculiar.

Me: “A good jungler will always gank from an unexpected position.”

Cloix: “You were sure she would appear?”

Me: “I didn’t know. It’s just that my life experiences told me I should try ganking like this. It’s no loss if I don’t catch anyone, and a huge win if I do.”

Cloix: “???”

At this moment, a small black cat also nimbly leaped to my feet.

“Frata ended up throwing that card into the river, meow.”

“Oh? The young man has broadened his horizons.”

“After being messed with by you like that, how would he still have the guts to court death again, meow.”

“I call this persuading with virtue, reforming a dissolute young man.”

“Pah, screw you, meow!”

This was the deal between me and the Cat Teacher.

I promised to carry the Cat Teacher through a Shadow World once, but the Cat Teacher had to help me track Frata.

So these days, the Cat Teacher had been hiding in Frata’s shadow.

And it used its magic to send me information.

So every day after school, I would take Cornelia and Cloix to a spot not far from where Frata was and wait.

“What should we do next?”

“Reform her. We’ll have to rely on the kindest person in our team, you.”

I patted Cloix’s shoulder.

Then the two of us went down the stairs together.

The two of us squishies couldn’t jump down coolly like Cornelia.

Although we could have Cloix perform some fancy wind magic.

But I felt it wasn’t very safe.

It was better to go down the stairs normally.

When the three of us and the cat met again, Cornelia had already brought the prey to the basement of a small house I had rented, as planned.

I had simply renovated and reinforced this basement.

And when I arrived, I also used the 【Soundproof Magic】 I had borrowed from Mi’e.

...

I don’t know how long it had been, but the woman finally regained consciousness.

When she opened her heavy eyelids, she found herself sitting in a chair.

Her hands were locked in a pair of handcuffs.

And during the time she was unconscious, some kind of drug must have been injected into her.

She only felt her head was groggy and she couldn’t muster any strength.

There was still a large bruise on her back, and the stinging pain left by the heavy blow that had knocked her out was still unbearable.

She struggled to raise her head and saw a square table in front of her, with two people sitting behind it.

On the wall behind them was a row of words: Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist.

I leaned back in my chair, holding a cup of tea, blowing on the steam from time to time.

And next to me, Cloix was holding a pen, ready to take notes.

It seemed that they had noticed the woman had woken up. A strong light shone on her face, making her instinctively close her eyes and desperately avoid the dazzling light.

“You… you…”

“Do you know why you’re here?”

I put down the teacup, sized her up, and asked faintly.

“What you’re doing is illegal! I have human rights!”

The woman’s voice trembled, yet she put on a brave and strong facade.

She was trying hard to act like a good citizen.

“Keep pretending.”

I slammed a card on the table.

“With both physical and witness evidence, you, a member of the Resurrection Church, dare to talk about human rights with me?”

This card was the one the woman had given to Frata, which he then threw away.

In the end, the Cat Teacher secretly retrieved it.

“Then it’s not your place to lynch me!”

A playful expression appeared on my face as I looked at her, the corners of my mouth slightly raised:

“What are you talking about? A woman accidentally drowned in a river and was later found to be a member of the Resurrection Church. That’s what the newspaper will say the day after tomorrow.”

Hearing my words, the woman gradually felt her blood run cold, and her face turned paler and paler.

She believed that I would really do such a thing.

Thinking about it carefully, how on earth was I caught by Dekan?

Everything was very wrong.

It was clearly me in the open and her in the dark.

Could it be…

Some terrible guesses were gradually forming in her mind now, but she didn’t dare to think about them any further.

That was an abyss whose bottom she couldn’t see.

The more she tried to touch it, the more she would be doomed!

Her heart was now filled with fear and regret.

Why did she have to provoke this guy?

Now there was no escape.

I took another sip of tea, guessing that this member of the Resurrection Church should have figured out the seriousness of the situation.

So I leaned forward on the table with both arms, and tapped my fingers on the tabletop to get her attention.

“I hope at this point, you can be a little more straightforward, okay?”

“If you talk now, I’ll listen now, and I won’t make you suffer.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t talk. You should have investigated the methods of the three of us thoroughly.”

After speaking, I summoned the 【Ruined Poet】 and then patted Cloix on the shoulder beside me.

“I can’t possibly betray the church!”

The woman said through gritted teeth.

Her face was pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and her body was trembling.

Even if she could survive by betraying the church, what awaited her would be an ending even more terrifying than death!

What’s more, she didn't believe that I would easily let her go after getting the information!

I shook my head helplessly.

“Cornelia!”

Cornelia nodded in understanding.

She grabbed the woman’s chin and then stuffed a rolled-up wet towel into her mouth.

“Cloix, give her a set of ice first, then a set of fire. If she still doesn’t talk by then, start using wind magic.”

Then, in the woman’s terrified gaze.

Cloix walked up to her with a complicated expression and aimed his staff at her.

This was the 【Warhammer of Terror】 I had made for Cloix.

It was the same model as Cornelia’s 【Warhammer of Terror】. Although it didn’t have any attack bonus, it could double the pain inflicted.

The woman’s eyes became extremely terrified. Her body trembled violently, and her eyes were wide open.

“Wuwu!”

Her heart was filled with panic and helplessness, but now she couldn't even speak to beg for mercy.

The basement was filled with icy mist, and after a while, there was a flash of fire.

And those incomparably miserable screams.

First was the extreme cold hell, then the steamer hell.

Every time she was about to faint, she would be woken up again by the pain that was about to break her nerves.

What was even more terrifying was that she was very sure that her body was not damaged at all. Instead, even the bruises on her body had been healed.

It seemed that this pain could continue indefinitely, until Cloix’s mana was exhausted.

“Is this okay?”

Cloix finished the treatment according to my request and looked back at me to ask.

“It’s wonderful. The thought that this school almost buried your talent makes me feel scared.”

I praised Cloix’s healing effect.

With such a teammate, what more could I ask for?

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