Salom Empire, Queens District, the mysterious rich man's single-family villa.
"Someone is investigating information about His Majesty the King?"
"Still a member of the Holy Church?"
“Interesting!”
A purple-haired man wearing a blue tuxedo held a glass of dark red wine in his hand and took a sip with a slight smile on his face.
"Sir, what should we do?" A middle-aged brown-haired man dressed as a manservant bowed his head respectfully and asked.
"Catch that peripheral member. I would like to know how far the Holy Church has investigated..." The purple-haired man chuckled, his tone appearing unconcerned.
"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man left quickly.
About 30 minutes later, a tied-up man was thrown in.
"Sir, we have already arrived." The middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Woooooo..." Urus struggled desperately. At this moment, his eyes were dark and his mouth was blocked.
He was so scared that at first he thought he had been kidnapped.
After hearing the middle-aged man speak, he knew that he had been arrested.
He who catches himself is still a big shot.
Although he couldn't see or make a sound, based on the bumps of the carriage and the noise outside the carriage, he was sure that the place he was in was definitely not a suburb, let alone a remote civilian area.
But we are in the most luxurious and affluent Queens District.
Because since entering Queens, the ground has become noticeably smoother, the carriage has stopped bumping, and the surrounding sounds have become even less numerous.
This is something that cannot be done in the suburbs or civilian areas.
Urus had participated in city construction, and he knew the layout of the entire imperial capital very well.
In broad daylight, the big shot captured him without any scruples, proving that the other party had a high status.
And daring to bring him directly into Queens District proved that the other party was unscrupulous and didn't care about him as a city official.
Some of the big shots in Queens... don't even dare to take care of the city mayor!
"Take the cloth off his mouth."
The purple-haired man leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes casually glanced at Urus, and ordered.
"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man quickly followed the instructions.
"I came to you and wanted to ask you a few things. If you answer well, I will save your life. If you answer poorly, I will let you know that death is not the most painful thing." The purple-haired man said.
"Sir...please speak." Urus trembled all over and stammered.
"Are you a peripheral member of the Holy Church?" the purple-haired man said.
"This... is... yes." Urus hesitated for a moment, then reacted immediately and answered directly.
"Who did you see just now?"
The second question comes one after another.
"I...I met with Captain Black." Urus knew that concealment was useless. Now that the other party had found him, he must have done an investigation. False deception would only make him die faster.
He doesn't want to die yet!
Only by living can we have a future.
"He asked about His Majesty the King?" the purple-haired man continued to ask.
"Yes." Urus thought to himself. Sure enough, the other party had already found out his identity, and there was no point in hiding it.
"What did you say?" the purple-haired man asked.
"I...I told him the news of His Majesty the King's disappearance, and also said that His Majesty the King had visited Yorick's cemetery before he disappeared." Urus said truthfully.
"What else did you say?" The purple-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly and shook the goblet in his hand. The red wine in the goblet continued to rotate, exuding the refreshing fragrance of grapes.
"No, I only know this much..." Ulus shook his head desperately and explained.
"You are quite capable of finding out these things. I heard that you are an official assisting the city?"
"Have you participated in city construction many times and made outstanding contributions to the prosperity of the imperial capital?"
The purple-haired man took a sip of the grape wine and said.
"No... I don't dare. I just did my job. I don't dare to take credit, let alone say that I have made any outstanding contributions..." Urus said quickly.
"Tell me, if an assistant city official disappears suddenly, will anyone find out?" The purple-haired man's mouth curled up and he looked at Urus, as if looking at a dying prey.
"No, no, sir, I'm very useful, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
"Sir, I don't know anything. I have never met you. I can be your traitor and help you collect information about the Holy Church..."
"Give me a chance, I have never met you, I don't know anything, I know a little person, it won't have any impact on you... Spare me, please, please."
Urus struggled desperately and kept begging for mercy.
"Okay, Noisy!"
The playful smile on the purple-haired man's face gradually disappeared, becoming cold and cruel: "I can give you a chance to live."
"Guess who I am?"
"The first time you guess wrong, I'll chop off your left hand first."
"The second time you guess wrong, I'll chop off your right foot."
"Guess wrong for the third time, sorry, you're screwed!"
"How about it?"
"Guess?"
"You can refuse, I will give you a pleasure."
Listening to the cruel voice of the other party, Ulus suppressed his fear and shouted: "Guess, I guess."
"Okay, tell me, who am I?"
The purple-haired man stood up, put down the goblet, and raised his hand.
The middle-aged man skillfully handed over a long knife.
The purple-haired man held a long knife, his eyes full of cruelty and ferociousness, and placed the blade on Urus' left arm.
"You...you are..."
Urus was sweating profusely. In fear of life and death, names flashed through his mind quickly, and he kept screening them.
"ah!"
Suddenly, severe pain shot out from Ulus' left arm.
"Ahhhh...I haven't guessed yet, I haven't guessed yet!!"
Urus was rolling on the ground in pain, turning over and over, his face turned pale, and he fainted.
"Wake him up."
The purple-haired man frowned, kicked Urus, and cursed: "It's really useless! I can't stand it with just one knife!!"
"Wow!"
Under the shower of ice water, Urus woke up instantly, and the severe pain surged up again.
That nightmarish voice sounded again.
"Hey, don't say I won't give you a chance. If you don't guess again, I will chop off your right leg..."
Huge fear surged into his heart. Under the severe pain and fear of death, Urus suddenly thought of something and couldn't help shouting: "You are Prince Dickens! You are Prince Dickens!"
The falling blade of the purple-haired man slowly stopped.
The cold blade pierced the skin, bringing a slight chill.
But the pain that should have fallen did not appear.