CH 3

From the expression of the girl, she seemed to have petrified.

Useful.

Rode was delighted.

I have indeed mastered the supreme technique. I didn't expect it to be useful so soon.

This is fortunate. If it had happened any earlier, he wouldn't have learned the peerless secret technique after curing his stroke, and it would have been all over.

Truly a good brother. I won't call you a simple-minded fool anymore. You're reliable.

As long as he could cling to that big white leg, at least his personal safety would be guaranteed.

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In the dead silence, the girl suddenly laughed.

Her smile was bright and beautiful, like the rippling light on a shining lake.

"Alright, I believe you now, White Wolf. Take him back to the Church medical center. The healing nuns of the Healing Sect will take care of him. As for the Internal Affairs Tribunal, if necessary, cooperate with their investigation."

She turned her gaze towards him.

"What do you think?"

As if seeking his opinion.

Although Rode didn't quite understand, he could guess that this was a very favorable condition and quickly said, "Of course."

White Wolf glanced at him and spoke in a cold and calm tone, "Your Excellency the Guardian, I think this is inappropriate..."

"Well... the Royal City just informed me that there is a new combat personnel rating quota..."

White Wolf grabbed Rode's arm. "Let's go."

Aro burst out laughing, while Rode remained serious. He had received professional training and generally wouldn't laugh.

Oops. I couldn't hold it in.

"Hey."

Before leaving, the girl called out to him again.

"What's your name?"

Rode turned around, momentarily dazed, but he didn't notice and answered without hindrance.

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"Rode."

The girl smiled, "Nice to meet you, Rode from the Redstone Village. I'm Green Feather, guardian of the Twelfth District. I hope we can meet again someday."

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After White Wolf left, Aro asked curiously, "Sister, why did you do that? The destruction of the Redstone Village migration team is a very serious matter. If it's just cooperation with the investigation and the Council finds out, those old men will come and nag you again."

Green Feather calmly replied, "I believe he is not a member of the Doomsday Cult."

Aro asked, "Why? Is it because of the interesting things he said?"

Green Feather said softly, "Aro, you don't understand. The followers of the Doomsday Sect are a group of madmen, twisted, crazy, paranoid, and full of hate. They have no love in their hearts, no passion for life, only abnormal desires and obsessions."

Aro suddenly realized, "So they can't come up with the sentimental and sweet language that fills this greenhouse... but we can't forget that the environment in Redstone Village is actually very harsh... he's really a strange person."

Green Feather smiled and said, "That's why I firmly believe that he has no direct connection to this matter and is not the culprit or mastermind behind it."

The others nodded in agreement. "Yes, Your Excellency the Guardian is right."

"He has a strong will to survive, but he is also calm, rational, and humorous. He is not like those beasts who are traitors."

Another person asked, "But why did they specifically attack this migration team?"

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

"They didn't take the goods or contaminate the fire source, but performed an unidentifiable ritual... is it related to the upcoming Black Tide?" One person speculated.

"Maybe they were trying to pray to some evil god, and the power of the leaked ritual cursed the body..."

"But what's the point? The only result of praying to madness is madness. There is no trace of any unknown existence coming here. Their ritual failed."

"Not necessarily. Don't forget the lesson of the Stone Street Curse Case.""Don't worry, the observer from the White Tower will help us find the truth..."

At this moment, someone came to report: "Your Excellency, the residual spiritual energy fluctuations are very strange and indistinguishable, and the possibility of tracing back is small."

Everyone's faces darkened.

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded.

"High-level spiritual energy reaction ahead! Target unknown! Level one combat readiness!"

...

...

Since awakening, Rode's mind had been extremely tense and nervous, until now he relaxed a little.

Although this burly man was not friendly to him, he was trustworthy. He held a lamp in one hand and Rode in the other, running alone in the darkness. His lamp could only illuminate a few meters around him, and outside was endless darkness and thick black mist. No matter how long or far he walked, there was no change.

In this kind of environment, a strong man always brought a sense of security, just like meeting a big shot like Faker as a teammate in the promotion match, or like a baby sleeping sweetly in his mother's arms.

The fear of death was finally a little farther away from him. When Rode relaxed, he felt very tired. He didn't care about asking for more information and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he found himself in a small room, and White Wolf stood in front of him, saying coldly.

"You will rest here for three days. The healing nuns will try to soothe your soul and help you retrieve your lost memories. After three days, someone will come to interrogate you. Regardless of the result, you will be granted the status of a resident of the royal city and be allowed to move around in the third and fourth districts outside the lower city."

"At the same time, you must keep in touch with the Internal Judicature and explain the designated issues at the designated time and place."

Before Rode could speak, he turned and left.

Damn it, I still have a bunch of questions waiting to ask you, and you just ran away. How do I recover my memory? How do I explain the questions?

I can't even make up a story.

After complaining for a while, Rode calmed down and his mind quickly turned, thinking.

Although the situation had improved a little now, it was still dangerous.

His suspicion had not been cleared, and the investigation into the destruction of the migration team was always the sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Moreover, Rode had to assist in their investigation, and it was difficult to grasp the balance between not arousing suspicion and not pushing the progress too fast.

"I should first figure out whether I am the murderer, so I don't have to jump around."

Rode thought calmly.

However, he was helpless here, and the best way to figure out the truth before the local forces was to recover his memory.

This could only be hoped for from the healing nuns they mentioned.

"I hope you really are unfathomable."

"Hey, Miss Blue-White... Can't you help me a little more? It seems that my expertise is not powerful enough..."

After thinking for a while, Rode regained his thoughts. The most important thing now was to find a way to survive.

Only by living could anything be possible.

"I should quickly learn about this kingdom, this royal city, and their various peculiarities."

Only then could he better survive.

"First, observe the surroundings."

Rode looked around. This was a roughly 20-square-meter single room, simple and unadorned, with few features.

The only thing worth noting was that there was no light source in the room, but there was a faint glow that kept the environment slightly dim.

"Maybe they have a special way of lighting."

Rode thought.

The room had no windows and was completely sealed, making it somewhat oppressive.

On the side table was a strange sculpture composed of a sword, flames, and a human in armor, with two lines of text engraved on the base.

But Rode didn't recognize any of them.Damn, illiteracy is really annoying.

On one side of the wooden table was a long floor mirror, with a simple style and a pedestal engraved with complex patterns.

Rode walked up to the mirror and saw himself in it.

Black hair, light-colored pupils, slightly pale complexion, exquisite and handsome face, like a young and handsome Leonardo DiCaprio at the peak of his looks.

"Damn... is this me? Although slightly inferior to my original self, it's not bad."

"Just a little young-looking, like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old. It would be better if I looked more mature..."

"Ah, why did I lose my memory? I could clearly understand what they were saying."

Rode knocked his head twice, and the handsome young man in the mirror also knocked his head twice.

But it didn't do anything, he still knew nothing.

He walked around the room twice, feeling nothing in particular. Everything was so unfamiliar.

"This is really troublesome... I can only rely on Sister Nun."

Rode waited for a moment, and the healing nun from the church's infirmary arrived as promised.

Unlike what he imagined, she wasn't wearing a black robe with a headscarf, holding a cross, nor was she wearing a tight leather suit, high heels, and carrying a submachine gun.

Instead, she wore a simple long skirt, wrapped in a gray scarf, like a neighborly woman, pushing an unremarkable little cart into the room.

"Hello."

She smiled gently at Rode.

"This is Yusef's church infirmary, I am Healing Nun No. 7, and I am happy to serve you."

Rode's face looked a little strange, which reminded him of some scenes that were not suitable for recollection.

"Um... don't you have a name?"

Healing Nun No. 7 smiled slightly, "Of course, kind sir, but according to tradition, we cannot reveal our names. You can call me No. 7."

She skillfully manipulated the tools on the cart, took out various objects, lit incense, sprayed essential oils, and poured various liquids.

"Okay, please take off your clothes and lie face down on the bed."

Rode hesitated for a moment.

"Um, do I need to take off my pants too?"

A bright light flashed in Healing Nun No. 7's eyes, and she said in a soft voice, "Of course, you need to take everything off. It's our tradition..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a deafening sound rang out in the room.

"No. 7! Have you forgotten the infirmary's ban? No flirting or molesting patients! No sexual contact with patients! This is your third warning. If you do it again, you will be confined for a month!"

"You just need to take off your shirt, you don't need to take off your pants. Also, if during the treatment, you find that the nun is behaving inappropriately, such as touching areas that shouldn't be touched, making inappropriate sounds or language, immediately shout for help. I will rush over and stop the nun from illegally violating you and protect your personal safety."

"I am Sister Yusef, and I wish you a pleasant treatment."

Click.

The voice disappeared, and the room fell silent for a moment.