CH 50

After a simple inspection, the guard led Rode into the castle.

The castle was brightly lit, and one could see hurried staff members everywhere.

They were all dressed uniformly in blue tunics and dark green robes, with the only difference being the insignia on their collars and the color of their robes.

Rode followed the guard to a room in the middle of the second floor of the castle.

The room was not big and had a simple decoration. The walls were covered with various maps. Upon closer inspection, they were all maps of the royal city, with different scales and some only showing parts of the city while others were like construction blueprints.

In the center of the room was a large mahogany table, behind which sat three people.

Rode recognized one of them.

Manolobana, one of the four chief judges of the Internal Judgment Court, with his red iron mask.

The guard respectfully bowed to the three and said, "Lord Moxo, Lord Kais, and Honorable Manolobana, the patrol team from the Iron Cross District to the sewer has been brought in."

Manolobana's gaze stared at him like an eagle.

The middle-aged man with green hair sitting next to him took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked, "Is he the only one?"

The guard respectfully said, "Yes, Lord Moxo. The others have already died or are being rescued. The handling of the threat and the pursuit of the Doomsday Cultists are also being carried out intensively."

Moxo, with short green hair, nodded slightly.

"You can go back now and report any new developments in a timely manner."

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The guard bowed again and left.

The door closed, and the room fell silent.

"Sit."

Moxo pointed to a chair next to him, his tone indifferent, as if he had seen through everything.

"Don't be nervous, we just want to ask you some questions. Let me introduce myself. I am Moxo, the chief of the city's military defense department."

"This is Kais, the chief of the outer city defense."

A burly fat man nodded at him. Although he tried to be friendly, his face was still scary enough to scare children.

"And this is Honorable Manolobana..."

The iron mask interrupted him coldly, "No need for introductions. We are old acquaintances."

Moxo looked at him slightly surprised.

"Do you know each other?"

The iron mask sneered, "Of course we do. He is the only survivor of the Redstone Village migration team annihilation case, and now he is the only survivor of the Iron Cross District Doomsday Cult case. It's really a coincidence. Can you explain why it's always just you who survives?"

His words were aggressive, but Rode was not afraid.

During the daytime interrogation, he had already gained the support of the three chief judges. Moreover, he also knew that this was not just a dispute over the case, but also seemed to involve some power struggles.

Therefore, as long as he took a stand, he would not be afraid of him.

"You're wrong."

Rode countered directly.

"The others are not dead. They are just unconscious and being rescued. When they wake up, they will naturally confirm my words. You directly assume that I am the only survivor. Are you planning to take the opportunity to assassinate them and put all the blame on me?"

The iron mask's face turned as iron blue as his mask for a moment. He slammed the table and shouted angrily, "How dare you slander a chief judge?"

Rode asked back, "Didn't you slander me first? Why did you directly assume that I am a member of the Doomsday Cult?"

The iron mask sneered, "Just because I am a chief judge, it is my privilege to assume the guilt of a suspect. What right do you have?"Rode shouted loudly, "It is the duty of every Thalorian citizen who is devoted to fire and light to dig out and clear away the evil anti-human doomsday cult!"

He raised his hand and shouted, "It is everyone's responsibility to defend the country and strike the doomsday cult!"

To be honest, this self-created slogan was a bit embarrassing, but the two defense chiefs didn't think so. Moxo and Keith smiled and thought Manolobana was a bit too much.

"Lord Manolobana," Moxo said, "let's first understand the situation and maybe we can find some clues to catch the escaped doomsday cultists."

Although the anger in Manolobana's heart was about to explode, he also knew that it was useless to get angry at this time. That little bastard had taken the moral high ground first, and he couldn't oppose the fight against the doomsday cult. This was the red line of Thalorian City, and whoever touched it would die.

"Hmph, just talking is useless."

Manolobana sneered and sat down.

"Only actual evidence can explain everything. The guilty will eventually face the punishment of fire."

Moxo coughed and said, "Please tell us the whole story in detail, without missing any details."

Rode thought for a moment, went through the whole thing in his mind, and then spoke, "Today is our second patrol duty. The defense chief of the Iron Cross district assigned me, Raisin, Aige, and Karamon to a team to patrol between White Flower Street, Stone Street, and Fifth Square. The personnel and areas were the same as yesterday."

Rode continued to narrate the story in chronological order, with clear thinking, logical reasoning, and clear organization. He explained the cause and effect of everything clearly, without any omissions. Both defense chiefs nodded repeatedly, and even Manolobana's expression became uncertain.

As the story developed, the three of them became completely absorbed in it. They listened to the twists and turns of the events without taking a breath. Every crisis and reversal made them feel as if they were there, back in the days when they had just left the academy and were still young and weak.

When they heard that the Black Priest had used spiritual control to turn the situation around, both defense chiefs were angry and anxious.

When they heard the Black Priest's declaration of eating shit, they laughed heartily.

It wasn't until Karamon's last betrayal, which caused the Black Priest to be seriously injured and escape, that the two defense chiefs finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Moxo laughed, "Little Rolo, don't worry, your three good buddies will be fine. Please trust the Healing Church. They have never let anyone down."

The big guy Keith even thumped his chest, making a loud noise. "Little Rolo, you don't have to worry either. That damn Black Priest can't run away. Dare to cause trouble in my territory, I will catch her and crush her!"

This affectionate address was very greasy, making Rode feel as if his heart was clogged with fat, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Manolobana remained silent and did not speak.

Moxo glanced at him and asked, "Is the sacrilegious ritual medium on you?"

"Yes."

Rode took out the mist crystal ball that Karamon had given him from his chest and handed it to him.

Keith knocked his temple and opened his spiritual vision. He said disappointedly, "Why can't I see it?"

"Idiot!"

Moxo scolded him.

"Your spiritual vision is not even level 9. How can you see it?"

Keith looked at him with a slanted eye, "Can you see it, Lord Chief of Staff?"

Moxo waved his hand, "I won't look at such a dirty thing. Let the appraisal department come over."