At this point, Marquis William knew that if he didn’t choose now, he’d have no chance at all. He hung his head, taking a deep breath, "I’ll speak, but I don’t know much. Viscount Eddie was sent by them. I usually don’t participate in many things, nor do I want to. I’m controlled by Dark Cuisine. If I don’t eat Dark Cuisine when the ti is up, it would be better to be dead; my body becos completely uncontrollable. You know that place, the Lanuo Ivory Bay Restaurant. Chef Bocuse is the Dark Chef. It’s true that Eddie handles other matters; I... I’m scared and dare not talk to the Church Court, so I avoid it as much as possible."
A noble who has eaten Dark Cuisine would suffer great damage to their reputation. Dark Cuisine itself is unsolvable, and the Great Wise King would not let him go; he doesn’t dare to risk everything.
"Uncle William, you have to say sothing useful. I already know these things. What I’m curious about is why Bocuse didn’t use Dark Cuisine on ; wouldn’t it be better to control ?" Achilles asked.
"I heard that using Dark Cuisine requires an atmosphere. The first ti it is used, it must be eaten under a strong atmosphere of fear, guilt, and regret to be effective. They first find a handle on their target, then force them to eat Dark Cuisine while intimidating them," said Marquis William.
Achilles nodded. This might not be the real reason, but the higher the status, the more determined the will, making it harder to achieve. In contrast, the young mbers of the Hunting Enjoynt Club are easy to manipulate... It seems they may not have targeted yet because the ti isn’t right.
Achilles looked at Marquis William with a half-smile. Marquis William laughed awkwardly, "Your Highness, I didn’t set you up on purpose. It was Duke Zheng who made do it. The Great Wise King—no, Oliver himself would never get involved, but I feel Duke Zheng is also controlled by Dark Cuisine."
"Who else?" Achilles pressed on.
Marquis William thought for a mont, listing more than ten nas, the most significant being Duke Zheng.
"Uncle William, what you confessed has no value. Sally has told all this; your daughter is much more straightforward, explaining even more than you. The whole Hunting Enjoynt Club is involved, but what does this have to do with my uncle?" Achilles laughed.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, I really know only this much. Sally really admires you, Your Highness. I..."
Achilles frowned slightly and waved his hand, "Don’t disgust ; I’m not that kind of person. What I want is the evidence of the true culprit behind the Inner Demon."
"Oliver, it must be him. He must be the one who had Bocuse control us, wanting to gather strength to overthrow the Kingdom. He was never content with losing the throne and has been plotting a coup!" said Marquis William, emotionally agitated. Even if he isn’t, that’s the case now.
"You know this, and I know this, but where’s the evidence? I need clear evidence that can point them out!" Achilles said.
Marquis William panicked. Ever since being controlled, he indulged in sensuality, numbing himself with drunkenness every night. He knew Sally’s situation but was too lazy to care. Let alone collecting evidence, he couldn’t hide fast enough on a normal day.
Looking at Marquis William, Achilles was at a loss. He thought he could extract sothing useful from Marquis William, who was no better than Sally. However, the father-daughter conversation did reveal many things.
"Second Prince, you must believe . Really, I’ve told the truth; I truly don’t know any more." Marquis William knelt on the ground, hugging Achilles’s leg, "Oliver is too cunning; he never shows himself. I’m a victim too."
Achilles stood up, helping Marquis William to his feet, "My task is complete; from here, it’s no longer my concern."
As they spoke, four people entered. Leading them was Count Tia, the foremost pillar of Hedan, followed by Grandmaster Kundra, tropolitan Volna, and Travis trailing behind them.
Travis, filled with complex emotions, had not been out of the cell long before running into Hedan’s three super bigwigs. He then watched a play with the three bigwigs, feeling ashad.
The Second Prince is a ruthless man indeed, able to say anything without fear—soone who can throw their dignity to the ground has no weaknesses.
The other three were seasoned, high-ranking politicians, knowing what to hear and what to ignore completely.
"Three uncles, I’ve managed to ask just this much," Achilles said, "It’s just rambling, let’s not take it to heart."
"Thank you, Your Highness," Kundra glanced at tropolitan Volna, "Do you want to go, or should I?"
The soul-searching art, a Secret Art, is known by the Earth Mother Goddess and the Celestial Principle School, capable of unearthing many things. Of course, once unearthed, the person is as good as wasted.
Marquis William slumped to the ground, yellow fluid seeping out.
Everyone present showed no emotion. So many innocent children had died; tearing him to pieces would be too lenient.
"Since he’s sworn by the na of the Earth Mother Goddess, let handle it," Walton said.
"You three uncles continue; I’m too soft-hearted to witness bloodshed. I’ll wait outside," Achilles said.
William’s fate was already sealed.
Achilles didn’t walk far, leaning against the wall, pulling out a thin cigar. He flicked his finger, lighting it. As smoke billowed, a horrific scream erupted from the cell but soon fell silent.
Inside the cell, a cross was carved onto Marquis William’s skull. Walton retrieved a strange black book from his robe, "This is our Earth Temple’s Soul Manual. I like to call it Little People Book."
The black book’s cover bore a bizarre Golden Tree, fastened with a bronzed clasp marked by the Earth Temple. Once the clasp was opened, the manual released wails of souls filling the cell, and Marquis William’s soul was forcibly extracted from his body. The four onlookers remained expressionless.
Travis was instead admiring the craft of his big boss. As expected of the tropolitan, it was carried out seamlessly, deliberately slowing down to let Marquis William fully experience the agony of his soul being ripped out. Yet even that cannot compensate for even a fraction of his cris, more demonic than the Fallen belongs to suffering.
The wailing soul of Marquis William was eventually pulled out. The instant it left his body, the soul slipped into a stupor.
"We only have room for three questions, one at a ti," Walton said, "I’ll start."
Duke Tia and Grandmaster Kundra nodded, while Walton asked Marquis William’s dazed soul, "Is the basent of the Mother Goddess School cultivating the Evil God’s blood fetus?"
Marquis William’s soul grimaced in pain but still slowly replied: "The basent of the Mother Goddess School is cultivating the Evil God’s blood fetus."
Walton frowned deeply, perplexed. How could this be? No motive, no reason. Although the Great Wise King didn’t beco King, the Church Court has always supported him, maintaining good relations even better than with the King.
Kundra glanced at Duke Tia, stepping forward, "Who orchestrated everything you did?"
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