The warden who guards the witches

In the interrogation room of the Rose Prison, Kyle tied the mummified representative of Death to a cross, and finally put a thick mask on him.

"I'm exhausted. I feel like the wounded person is doing all the hard work today." Kyle complained, pressing his shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's drink something to make up for it." Aiden handed Kyle a glass of pig blood, "Stand over for a quick meal?"

"I have nothing to eat except blood." Kyle held the cup and spread his hands.

"We have it here." Aiden said, turning around and giving instructions to Flanda, the warden behind him: "Tell someone to have the cafeteria stir-fry pig meat for the guests who are helping, and stew duck blood and vermicelli soup without vermicelli. , According to the standards of the vampires, no other condiments should be added except seasonings, especially garlic.”

"Okay... but warden, is it too much for you to use so many shrouds for this wanted criminal?" Flanda pointed to the tied agent, "This thing is not cheap, you still used it today So many forbidden magic bombs... With all due respect, you insisted on stopping work to modify the textile workshop to produce new products. During this time, the prison's funds began to become tight. "

The shrouds they used for their representatives were the ones used by the Inquisition to seal the magical remains. It was not only strong but also capable of cutting off magical powers. Generally, a few wraps were enough.

But Aiden insisted on wrapping the agent so tightly that not even an inch of skin was exposed, leaving only the eyes and mouth, and added several extra layers.

"Isn't this all to ensure safety? It doesn't matter about money. Anyway, the Inquisition Bureau will definitely allocate this money to us... No, I also want extra hard-earned money." Aiden waved his hand, "This prisoner Just touching it will kill someone, and the risk is even higher than that of Avansha.”

It is not difficult to explain the agent's ability to the prison guards. Although everyone does not know about authority, they still know that "the ability obtained by sacrificing to the evil god" can still be effective in the prison's barrier. After all, they There is a cult priestess with the ability to retaliate in the prison.

"Is that why you insist on not letting Veronica and the riot police come out to help you?" Flanda asked.

"This is also to avoid unnecessary casualties." Aiden replied.

Blessed by the Word of God, he and Kyle, who has the immortal body, can still hold out in front of the agent of death, but ordinary prison guards who don't know the opponent's ability basically only have to give up their lives.

"To be honest, I really admire you for being able to catch dangerous prisoners who are trying to rob the prison on your own, and protect this prison with your outstanding personal ability." Flanda said expressionlessly, glancing not far away Veronica from the office said, "But after you resolve the matter, it would be better to come back as soon as possible to report that you are safe. We have someone here who almost cried when he came back..."

"Superintendent!?" Veronica was caught off guard.

"Look at you, I didn't say who it was?" Flanda glanced at her subordinate who couldn't help but feel angry.

Not long after the agent was eliminated, people from the Inquisition arrived at the scene. For this reason, Aiden spent a while to contact the other party and asked them to report back to the bureau. Then he and Kyle took the agent who was arrested and brought to justice. Back to jail.

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time." Aiden looked at Veronica.

"Ugh..." Veronica blushed and couldn't hold back a word.

Kyle squinted at the ceiling and whistled.

"Then this wanted criminal can just be left waiting for the people from the Inquisition to take him away?" Flanda asked Aiden for advice as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm...but before that I have some questions that I want to interrogate him with. You guys should go out for a while. Some of the questions may be related to the secrets of the Inquisition." Aiden motioned for them to avoid it.

Frenda and Veronica both voluntarily exited the interrogation room, but Kyle did not go out. Instead, he sat down at the table and picked up the glass of blood leisurely.

"Kyle?" Aiden looked towards him.

"I can be regarded as a relevant personnel of the 'confidential' in your words, and I also played a role in arresting people." Kyle replied calmly, "I can also provide you with additional intelligence from the side. Let me also participate in the interrogation. "

"Okay." Aiden thought about it for a moment and then agreed, sitting down at the table.

The two of them looked at the "mummy" on the other side of the table who was tied to a cross and had a mask on his face.

"May I ask...what's your name?" After a brief silence, Aiden asked first.

"...Does it make sense to ask the dead person's name?" After a long silence, the representative answered.

Through the mask, his voice sounded gloomy.

He controls other vampire hunting in this city, is the main culprit in four vicious murder cases, and is an extremely dangerous high-level vampire. The fate of this agent after he is arrested is basically the death penalty.

"Warden, I think there is no need to continue asking." Kyle looked at Aiden, "This guy won't explain anything."

Aiden heard what Kyle meant. A man who was destined to die would usually not reveal information to his enemies.

"The ancestor's lackey is very sensible." The representative sneered.

"The same goes for you, we are all lackeys, and lackeys can understand each other best." Kyle smiled nonchalantly, "The God of Death cannot be such a compassionate ruler. He has not taken back your 'immortality' power now. Killing you on the spot shows that you are the kind of person who keeps secrets."

"It should be said that if I said something that I shouldn't say, I would die in the most painful way on the spot." The spokesperson added.

"It sounds like you and your god are on the same page." Aiden also felt that it was impossible to pry out information about the God of Death from such a crazy guy. "But don't worry, the question I want to ask has nothing to do with the God of Death. Five years ago, a cult called the Blood Moon Cult appeared in Silver City. The person who organized and manipulated the cult called himself Mr. Bloody Clothes. I didn’t know you..."

As soon as Aiden said this, the representative turned towards Aiden. Even through the mask, Aiden could still feel the terrifying sight behind the other person's mask that almost turned into reality: "Blood, clothes, sir?"

"It seems we know each other." Aiden nodded, "Your relationship... is very 'good'?"

The agent's reaction basically confirmed Aiden's speculation.

"That damn man is my lord's enemy. Why are you asking about him?" the agent asked through gritted teeth.

"He is also my enemy. Although having a common enemy does not mean that we can be friends... but at least tell me the information about him, and there will be no loss for you." Aiden replied calmly.