Interrogation 02

"Hmm... interesting."

Aina's fingers gently picked up the crest Wolund had brought over to the table. Her fair fingertips rubbed across the cold metal surface, and she slightly furrowed her beautiful brows.

Two exquisite staffs crossed each other, backed by a cluster of eternally burning Fire of Truth... Without a doubt, this was the emblem of the Truth Magic Academy.

To think that even someone within the Truth Magic Academy had become a Twilight Apostle.

"Can we find out who it is?" Xia Lun glanced at his wife beside him.

Since everyone was present, the two did not make any overly intimate gestures, but the tacit understanding flowing between them when their eyes met spoke louder than words.

"Yes, each crest corresponds to a person's identity. To prevent forgery, it records the owner's magic power... If we send it to the Truth Magic Academy, it will be very easy to investigate," Aina said slowly. Then, she flipped the crest over. Engraved on the back was an open ancient tome. "This medal belongs to a professor from the History Department."

"The History Department?" Wolund seemed to have thought of something and fell into deep thought.

Opposite them, Liana and Mo Lini sat up straight, trying hard to keep up with the pace of the discussion. Although they couldn't interject, their small faces were full of earnestness.

"But why would they suddenly attack Olifendo?" Wolund spoke slowly, seemingly confused. "They couldn't possibly not know that with just this handful of people, they can't affect Olifendo at all."

They were only at the outermost gates... Inside Olifendo, there were impregnable defensive formations that those few people simply could not shake.

Of course, Mida and other Demon King-level combatants were exceptions.

"Hmm, could it be a calling card?" Liana suddenly spoke up.

"What do you mean?" Everyone's eyes turned to Liana.

"Look, don't some phantom thieves leave a crime notice before they steal something? Maybe these guys are doing this just to say, 'We're going to do something big next.' Something like that..." Liana gestured in the air with one finger as she spoke.

"That's way too ridiculous, Liana. It doesn't benefit them at all and will only make us more vigilant." Mo Lini shook her head, scoffing at Liana's theory.

"Well, how am I supposed to know what those cultists are thinking? They're a bunch of crazy people anyway..." Liana angrily rubbed Mo Lini's head, then realized something and quickly pulled her hand back.

Mo Lini merely curled her lips. She didn't actually try to bite her this time—Liana was just scaring herself.

Aina's fingertips moved slightly, and a small, delicate dark red blood bat silently emerged from the shadows of her skirt.

The blood bat flew up gracefully and accurately caught the cold crest in its teeth.

Aina casually raised her hand again, tearing open a spatial rift in the air that was only a dozen centimeters long, its edges flickering with an unstable eerie light.

Without any hesitation, the blood bat agilely darted inside with the crest in its mouth. The rift immediately closed, as if it had never existed.

Liana looked at the spot where the rift had been torn open with a solemn expression.

Hmm... It was exactly at head height. If someone was walking past and the spatial rift suddenly opened... that scene would be quite spectacular.

Naturally, no one knew what bizarre things were going through Liana's mind.

Wolund stood to the side, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He knew the horrors of spatial turbulence very well; even he did not yet possess the ability to travel through it for extended periods.

If his magic power ran out and he couldn't maintain his elementalization, he would also be shredded into pieces by the spatial turbulence.

Did this mean that a magical construct casually created by Aina possessed greater strength than him?

Mo Lini's eyes were wide open; she seemed to be thinking about something as well.

That blood bat... looked really cute.

She kind of wanted to ask Aina for one, but was too embarrassed to speak up.

Xia Lun, on the other hand, was staring at Aina's profile, as if everything around them had become a blurry background.

His wife was truly beautiful; the more he looked, the more he liked her.

Aina's focused expression when deep in thought was something he could never get tired of watching.

Aina's brow suddenly furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Xia Lun squeezed Aina's hand.

Aina parted her thin lips. "I've received news. Those scholars from the History Department... all defected last night. Today, there's no one left in the History Department's research institute."

"Aren't those old guys who study history supposed to be really smart? How could they be fooled by the Twilight Apostles?" Liana couldn't help but ask.

"Perhaps it was some kind of mental secret art, like brainwashing." Aina pondered for a moment, her fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the table, her red pupils flashing with a bloody light. "But logically speaking, those scholars' mental strength should be much stronger than ordinary people. They shouldn't have been brainwashed so easily..."

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"A rare guest."

Enlaisi looked up and smiled, greeting Wolund. He raised the glass of liquor in his hand and shook it, the ice cubes inside clinking.

Enlaisi asked, "Want to have a couple of drinks?"

"Drink mine." Wolund took out a bottle of liquor from his spatial ring.

As the mellow liquor went down his throat, Enlaisi's eyes lit up slightly. "Good stuff! You're actually willing to bring this out and share it with me?" Enlaisi paused slightly. "You're not trying to make things difficult for me, are you?"

"You also study history," Wolund said straightforwardly. "You probably know what happened... Olifendo was attacked yesterday, and those history professors at the Truth Magic Academy were all corrupted by the Twilight Apostles. Furthermore, most of them had correspondence with you... Therefore, we have to keep you under strict surveillance. I hope you can cooperate."

Enlaisi's tone was somewhat loose, seemingly not caring at all. "Hmm... how should I cooperate?"

"From now on, someone will be monitoring you constantly, and your classes have been temporarily canceled." Wolund raised his glass and clinked it against Enlaisi's, making a crisp sound.

"That's a real shame, the students will be heartbroken." Enlaisi sighed.

"You'll just have to put up with it... Besides, the Twilight Apostles should be making a big move soon." Wolund's gaze rested on Enlaisi; the other man looked very casual, completely off-guard.

"True, it's perfectly normal to suspect me. Let me ask then... will I still get my salary while under watch?"

Wolund was slightly taken aback, not expecting Enlaisi to ask such a question.

"If that is your only request, yes."

"Hmm, that's great. I'll just treat it as a paid vacation." Enlaisi stretched lazily and said with a smile, "It would be wonderful if I could be kept under watch right until I retire."

"As if you'd be that lucky," Wolund scoffed.

This guy was still the same as before, as unserious as ever.