The warden who guards the witches

"Actually, about a year ago, I had a fight with this serial killer. He originally committed crimes in the Northern Continent."

After the food was served, Aiden heard Deborah continue the topic.

Aiden didn't answer, just waited quietly for Deborah to continue speaking.

"When I was in the Northern Continent, I was once targeted by him." Deborah said, "Thanks to the divine words that my father taught me, he failed to succeed, but I also failed to catch him..."

"Wait a minute!" Aiden immediately interrupted Deborah with a frown, "How did you determine that that person was this doppelganger murderer?"

"Because he turned into me to kill me." Deborah explained.

"Are you serious?" Aiden confirmed again.

"Well... I don't need to lie about this, right?" Deborah looked confused. She didn't understand why Aiden suddenly questioned this.

"..." Aiden fell into silence.

Veronica once reported to him the fact that Deborah's appearance could not be replicated using the "substitute" divine word, and he himself confirmed this.

He did not immediately ask Deborah about it because he suspected that it might involve a secret that the other party wanted to hide. Once exposed, Deborah might change her attitude and even avoid talking to him. touch.

So he left this question open, preparing to have enough contact with the other party before testing it.

However, now Deborah mentioned to him in a casual manner that other people had successfully copied her appearance...

Logically speaking, Deborah may not necessarily know that he also has the power of "substitute", so this may be a lie spun by Deborah.

But at this time, another possibility emerged in Aiden's mind: Did Deborah know that her appearance could not be copied?

After all, this kind of thing cannot be proven by myself alone.

After thinking for a while, he asked directly: "Miss Deborah, there is something I want to ask you, and I hope you can answer me directly."

"I like it!" Deborah suddenly said seriously.

"That's not it!" Aiden laughed helplessly, "I want to ask you, do you have any way to prevent others from copying your appearance?"

"Huh?" Deborah was stunned.

"Actually, my subordinate, the one you have met, also has the power of a 'substitute'. After seeing you, she tried to recreate your appearance for me, but failed." Aiden explained.

"Eh? Is there such a thing?" Deborah looked puzzled. She thought for a while, "I dare not make any inferences without evidence, but...except that the police officer lied, I really can't think of any other possibility. sex."

"What if I say that her divine words come from me?" Aiden continued to ask, "You can believe me, but I can't do this. So, I have always been suspicious of you. ”

"How could it be?" Deborah opened her eyes wide, "My mother has obviously copied my appearance."

"Can it be copied by the Thousand-Faced Phantom Thief?" Aiden frowned.

"Yes, my mother taught me how to use the Word of God and once demonstrated it to me. At that time, she became like me!" Deborah explained anxiously, "Please believe me, you can use the "Code" Confirm it to me!”

When it comes to this, the possibility of lying is very low. Aiden thought.

But to be cautious, he still took out the "Wordless Codex": "Then please forgive me for being rude."

After he wrote down the rules prohibiting lying in the Code, he and Deborah reconfirmed the previously mentioned content, and the result was the same as expected—neither of them lied.

"What on earth is going on?" Deborah was confused.

Aiden also thought seriously.

Even Deborah herself is unaware of the fact that her appearance cannot be replicated.

But according to Deborah's description, before a certain point in time, others could still use the "substitute" divine word to copy her appearance.

If there is any reasonable explanation, it is that at that point in time, a higher-level authority interfered.

Is it Doberman the Hound? But if Doberman the Hound is far away in the Northern Continent at the moment, it is impossible for his ability to reach such a far place. Saints are only the limits of mortals after all.

At this time, another suspicious candidate emerged in his mind - the mysterious man who threatened the witch to cover Dubman in the past.

The mysterious man holds the power of the "existence" authority to which the "substitute" belongs, and his level is definitely saint or above.

Did he quietly interfere with Deborah in some way?

"Miss Deborah, does your father... have any reliable friends?" Aiden suddenly asked.

"What do you mean by 'reliable'?" Deborah heard that his word had a special meaning.

"It's the kind that holds authority and power. It's extremely powerful. I'm afraid it's not inferior to your father." Aiden said.

"This... I don't think I've heard of it." Deborah shook his head hesitantly. "I've only heard him mention his previous team. My father has always been the main force and center of the team. I have never heard of any members. Someone who can be on par with him."

"Hound Mercenary Group? I've heard of it too. It has now become a security company." Aiden nodded.

The Hound Mercenary Group, which Dubman once led, had few members, but was quite famous. It is said that Dubman later withdrew from the team and no longer cared about other matters, focusing only on hunting down the Thousand-Faced Phantom Thief. The remaining members finally established a security company in the Empire, which has become a large company with considerable scale today, but the initial members have passed away.

Aiden believes that the mysterious man is probably not among them.

In other words, Deborah doesn't know the existence of the mysterious man.

No, wait, maybe Dubman himself doesn't necessarily know that there was a mysterious man who had escorted him?

The mysteries are getting more and more.

"Before finding a definite clue, it's useless to guess blindly." Aiden turned the topic back for the time being, "Let's talk about the killer's problem first."

"Well... okay." Deborah still looked unrelieved, "After that fight, I tried to catch him, but I couldn't find any clues at all. In desperation, I could only contact my mother for help."

"Have you ever considered asking your father for help?" Aiden asked.

When it comes to hunting down criminals, Dubman, a former bounty hunter, is obviously more professional.

"My father cut off contact with me after he joined the revolutionary cause against the empire. I know he was afraid of getting me into trouble. So I could only contact my mother who began to live in seclusion alone. Then, my mother taught me a secret technique of divination." Deborah said slowly.