The warden who guards the witches

"It seems that you have a good personal relationship with that bitch. She actually came to see you in person. When I, as the ruler, summon a believer, that guy must run over like a rabbit, whether out of admiration or fear." The goddess of vengeance began to tease Aiden.

"She came here mainly because I haven't shown my face in front of her for too long. This is partly due to your "credit". She can read minds. I didn't want her to know about your existence, so I avoided contact with her. This made her suspicious, so she came here specially." Aiden said.

"If she wants to know the answer, it's easy to find out here."

"But she chose not to delve into it, in order to see what kind of surprise I can prepare for her."

"It's really the same as you said, this guy has no sense of crisis." He Luo sneered, "Although I was not much better than her in the past, otherwise I would not have been taken away by a mere mortal who was supported."

"To some extent, this is also the privilege of the strong, and the only chance for the weak." Aiden said, "As for the mortal who took away your name, I may have found a clue..."

Then Aiden informed He Luo of the information he had obtained from the secret police.

"This miracle of rewriting reality with the spirit does sound like a voluntary transfer of "sacrificial" power." He Luo commented, "Plus my revenge call shows that he is indeed in that direction, it seems that you have found the right direction."

"As long as we further investigate whether he is using the cult to find people, we can confirm it. My intelligence network is only responsible for investigation and will not work for me. There is no hope of confronting him directly, but we can use them to restrict the activities of the cult at that time..." Aiden began to mention the arrangements afterwards.

Heinz can directly appoint the local secret police, or use the Inquisition to deal with the cult. As long as he is sure that the cult serves Mr. Bloody, there is no need to consider any charges. The secret police are best at making up charges.

But He Luo proposed other opinions: "Just restrictions?"

"What do you think?"

"This mild approach will not shake his plan. If you are in need of people who will work for you, I have a way. I remember you found out where my remaining believers are? Help me contact them. As long as they confirm my identity, they can also become your helpers."

"It's your help, not mine. Use a group of terrorists? You can just say it if you want to mess things up completely." Aiden did not give the other party any room for negotiation. "By the way, you can also rebuild the Vengeance Temple in advance. You are so openly raising this opinion to me. Am I so stupid in your eyes?"

"It's just giving us an opportunity to make more use of each other. It sounds like your intelligence network has some power in the local area. It should be able to restrict my people. Why not give it a try?" He Luo said in a persuasive tone.

"I only push the chips when I need them. The gamblers who bet randomly die the fastest at the gambling table." Aiden replied.

"That's exactly why you are not likable." He Luo sighed regretfully.

"It's just that you don't like me. I don't need it either." Aiden replied.

"But it's very pleasing to that bitch." He Luo sneered.

"Anyway, I don't need you now. Please don't do unnecessary things in my prison. You will be back in the cell in a few days. It's up to you whether you want to act crazy to other prisoners, but try not to cause trouble." Aiden said and prepared to leave.

"I want cream stew for dinner." He Luo suddenly started to order dishes.

"I'll tell you, but I can't guarantee it will be there." Aiden said and walked away.

He also had to contact the secret police to investigate Professor Dodge's family composition. Melissa would not leave such clues for no reason.

...

In the Central Park Square of Jinhu District, Luohui City, Kingdom of Gistasi, a wealthy businessman was walking with his pet dog here.

It was a pleasant evening, the weather was good, it was a cloudy day with a suitable proportion of clouds, the sunset remained in the sky, the wind blowing through the square was very slow, and the night chill had not yet arrived.

Because of this, there were many more people walking in the park after dinner than usual, most of them were gentlemen and ladies dressed as decently as him, and there were also people walking with their pets like him.

An old friend who had business dealings with him came towards him, and the rich businessman recognized each other almost at the same time, took off his hat and greeted each other, and then exchanged a few words.

Along the way, he had already met two acquaintances.

Jinhu District is the most prosperous urban area in Luohui City. The residential areas near the central square are all of high land prices, and there are many large manors. It is also the so-called rich area, and many of his acquaintances in the business circle live nearby.

After saying goodbye to his friends, the rich businessman continued to walk in the park in a very good mood.

His good mood ended when he came to an open space in the park. An old beggar occupied this good place. He casually stretched out his hands to the people passing by, repeating the begging words he had been repeating all day.

The rich businessman knew that this guy was definitely not a local just by his accent, not to mention his completely different appearance. He was a refugee who rushed to Gistasi with the tide - this was the main reason why the rich businessman's mood suddenly changed.

He was not without sympathy for these foreigners who had lost their homes. When other people with overflowing sympathy called for donations for the refugees at first, he paid money. When he saw refugees begging in other places, he occasionally gave some change.

But when the number of beggars and donors increased and began to gather in the Jinhu District, where the richest people lived, he, like many of his neighbors, became annoyed. The reports of refugee thefts and other crimes in the newspapers increased day by day, and the voices for repatriating these refugees out of the city also became louder.

Now the rich businessman's attitude has also become inclined to the latter, but he will not go or ask others to drive away the beggars for this reason - that is not decent at all, just go around.

A crisp sound came from the beggar's broken iron bowl, and someone else generously gave him change.

"Thank you, kind sir, a kind heart will bring you good luck." The beggar bowed his head and said this skillfully, without even looking at the person who gave the alms.

The rich businessman subconsciously frowned and looked over to see who was still as naive as he was before, paying money to feed these greedy refugees - these invaders would only make the city worse and more like a garbage dump if they were full.

As a result, he saw an acquaintance at a glance.

The thin middle-aged man, as thin as a ghost, was accompanied by a mixed-colored sheepdog.

"Mr. Cage?" He tried to greet him when their eyes met.

"Ah, Mr. Boss, what a coincidence." The other party gave him a decent smile.

At his feet, the sheepdog looked up at the acquaintance of its owner, without even glancing at the other dog led by the rich businessman.