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Aaron leaned against the wall, looking at the golden sunlight falling above his head, with mixed emotions.

He was taken to prison by the city defense team, but was not mistreated as expected.

Captain Colin not only found a doctor to give him medicine for his injuries, but he was even provided with three meals a day in the prison.

Although the food was a bit plain, it still consisted of vegetable soup, white bread, and even bacon.

From Aaron's original memory, the quality of such food was far beyond the three meals a day for ordinary civilians, and for the original owner, a down-and-out nobleman, it was a rare sight all year round.

Most of the time, the original owner could only eat hard toasted black bread, and sometimes he was not even guaranteed to eat three meals a day!

Sometimes Aaron even wonders, are all prisons in other worlds treated like this?

Or is it that his status as a down-and-out noble has taken effect?

It's not without reason that he's in jail.

Captain Colin also explained to him specifically that because he had undergone an advent ritual before, and he still preferred the advent ritual of the hidden Man-Faced Rat Order, he needed a prophet to conduct a ritual inspection on him.

In this world, prophets or diviners can not only rely on astrology to predict the future and obtain certain pictures of the future, but they can also construct rituals to detect identities.

Even though the ritual of detecting identity is quite cumbersome, the detectable results are extremely accurate.

Although the almighty Master can use spells from certain schools, he can also imitate the abilities of a prophet to achieve similar effects.

However, the wizard's school spells can be deceived or distorted, and are far less direct and easy to use than the prophet's ability.

The profession of Master may not require the support of the official kingdom, but the prophet is almost born to be bound to the officialdom.

In a sense, the identity of the prophet is even more noble than that of the Master.

In this world where extraordinary abilities are rampant, apart from auxiliary abilities such as prophecy, the prophets themselves have almost no direct combat capabilities.

While Aaron was thinking wildly, he heard another set of footsteps.

Alice and Ed walked to his cell with a man wearing a gray linen robe.

Aaron stepped forward subconsciously.

"He is a passing prophet, Lord Sartre. He is here to verify your identity for you today." Alice said coldly, "If you are just a sacrifice involved in the sacrificial incident, then you can go out safely. But if you weren't..."

Ed pulled out his one-handed sword with cold light in time, "If you want to resist, please hurry up."

Seeing the undisguised murderous intent in their eyes, Aaron shook his head subconsciously.

Don't you just have to prove your identity? You can prove it casually.

Aaron looked at Sartre, who was standing silently aside.

He seemed to be quite young, feeling less than thirty years old. Although his face was ordinary, his eyes that seemed to contain starlight were particularly eye-catching.

Sartre pretended not to hear the warnings of the two men, and just poured out a little blue powder from the leather bag hanging on his waist.

It seemed that the blue powder was a bit precious. After thinking about it, he actually poured part of the powder back into his bag, leaving only a symbolic bit in the palm of his hand.

At this time, he muttered: "According to the agreement, you are going to help me find someone. I don't want to get involved in your incident."

Alice nodded and said softly: "We came to Leiden City to find someone. Since you are in need, of course we are willing to serve the master."

Alice knew this very well. In fact, prophets rarely used identification rituals unless necessary.

On the one hand, prophets can naturally and unconditionally identify cultists, but on the other hand, they are also targeted by cultists who are powerless and may die in an assassination.

For example, the last prophet of Leiden City died in an assassination by a fanatical follower of an unknown sect.

This is also the reason why Aaron was imprisoned in prison and had to pay for his meals for several days.

Otherwise, finding new prophets takes time and even luck.

If the prophet Sartre hadn't entered Leiden City today and registered his identity, I'm afraid Alice and the others would have really thought about how to verify Aaron's identity.

Looking at the powder in Sartre's hand, Aaron couldn't help but be curious and asked: "What is this?"

"Psychic powder is used to communicate between the stars in the sky and your soul. Under the witness of the stars, your spirituality will naturally be exposed."

Sartre came to Aaron with the powder in his palm spread out, gave Aaron a special look, and then blew gently.

The blue powder immediately covered Aaron's face. He subconsciously swayed the powder away, but the powder was fleeting and dissipated directly into the air.

At this time, Sartre took out a transparent crystal ball only the size of an orange from somewhere.

As the psychic powder disappeared, the crystal ball was coated with a layer of crystal blue, and several magic incantations could be vaguely seen flickering in it.

"He does have a strong cult aura about him. If there is no misjudgment, he should be from the Cult of the Man-Faced Rat?" Sartre looked at Alice and asked.

Before Alice could answer, he said to himself: "The breath concentration has far exceeded the amount required to participate in the ritual. Since what you told me is an advent ritual, I suspect that he has become a human-faced rat occupying his body. ”

He glanced at Aaron casually and looked at Alice: "I'm just stating the facts."

After hearing this, the expressions of Alice, Ed and Aaron all changed.

What does it mean to just state the facts? You have already doubted it, bastard!

Aaron was numb and opened his mouth but didn't know how to explain.

After thinking about it for the past two days, he could probably guess that the black smoke that day was actually some kind of soul body.

It's just that this unlucky soul has become the starting energy of the system.

But he absolutely couldn't explain this to Alice and the others, and he didn't know how to say it.

How could people from another world understand this magical system?

Ed drew out his long sword again, and without calling the jailer, he directly split the thumb-thick iron chain on the wooden door with his sword, opened the door suddenly, and strode in.

This time it was no more threatening than before, Aaron could clearly see the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.

He subconsciously took a few steps back, but there was no room in the small cell.

The unexpected happened so quickly like a tornado...

Yaoshou, people are going to kill me!

System ancestor?

System grandpa?

System dad!

...Son of the system!

Aaron's seniority was getting higher and higher, but the system never responded.

Ed was very self-aware and had no unnecessary nonsense. While he was alert for possible counterattacks, he raised his hand and struck out with a sword.

He knew very well that the enemy in front of him was likely to release cult spells while he was not paying attention, especially the Man-Faced Rat Order, where almost everyone had several tricky spells at their disposal.

Don't give the cultist in front of you any chance.

Ed was quite confident in his swordsmanship. This sword sealed all Aaron's dodge space.

This person must die!

But at this moment, several people heard an exclamation: "Don't do it!"

Aaron only felt a light blue light shield in front of him. Ed's inevitable sword just cut through the light shield, leaving a deep sword mark on the wall behind him.

A few sparks splashed on Aaron's face, and the stinging pain made him feel the pressure of death again.

Death is like the wind, always with me.

He was sacrificed as a sacrifice to an unknown existence just after time travel, and was almost beaten to death by an old comrade in his seventies or eighties. He had been squatting in a cell for only two days, and he was still being chopped?

By the way, why do you always say the words "save a life under the knife" at the end?