"Yes, you are also a target."
Hevi and the others nodded, their eyes all focused on Luluwo.
"But why?"
Luluwo picked up the notes and read them carefully once more.
After finishing, her expression of confusion transford into one of understanding, no longer concerned by it.
"So that’s how it is, then it’s fine."
"What do you an, ’so that’s how it is’?"
Faced with people’s confusion, she waved her hand and said, "It’s nothing serious, I just have a small vendetta with the Speck family, a do-or-die situation, not worth ntioning."
A do-or-die situation could actually be considered a small vendetta...
"But I really didn’t expect him to actually dispatch an assassin to kill , and such a low-level assassin at that."
She gripped the armrest of the chair, making cracking sounds, the wooden armrest fracturing.
"Damn, they really underestimated ."
A fierce fighting spirit ignited within her, people seed to see flas rising from her body.
To think she’d develop a competitive mindset in a place like this...
"Being underestimated really is unpleasant."
People automatically ignored her muttering filled with resentnt, turning their attention to other issues.
The question was, this spy’s lack of professionalism was so questionable it made one suspicious they were intentionally dispatched to leak information.
What if the Holy Light Church and the Speck family were up to so other sche, and this was a trap?
Regarding this, the skilled interrogator had completely extracted the spy’s identity.
"This guy originally eked out a living as a rcenary in the Skalon Capital, limited by his weak skills to only take on low-level jobs, living a hand-to-mouth existence mainly in... the slum? How could soone like that catch the Holy Light Church’s attention, it must be a trap!"
The Wilderness Bishop made the judgnt imdiately after reviewing the spy’s background.
Due to the extrely suspicious nature of the spy’s identity, even the faith machines he brought along looked like ti bombs to everyone.
The Golden Bishop quickly acted, using magic to shield the faith machines to prevent any explosion, given that the Holy Light Church could resort to any underhanded tactics.
"Go interrogate that guy again, see if you can extract deeper information." He ordered the guards.
"Yes!"
The guards turned to leave, leaving the people behind to frown at the faith machines.
Such things, the rebel army hadn’t even heard a whisper about them before.
According to the spy’s testimony, missionaries from the Three Great Religions are now practically equipped with a faith machine each, happily using these convenient magic tools to spread their beliefs, and wherever the machines go, people start praising the God.
From the spy’s description alone, one could imagine what an extravagant and conspicuous scene it would be, so...
"Why hasn’t our side reported anything about these magic tools?"
The rebel army’s spies are spread across the territories controlled by the Three Great Religions, surely they would have witnessed the faith machines in action. But if they haven’t ntioned these things in their reports, does it imply...
The crowd’s expressions turned grim at once, deep in thought it was truly terrifying!
Could it be their spies were already compromised, sending back false intelligence?
Once such thoughts erged, it was impossible for people to just sit and do nothing, the priority was to relay this information to other forces promptly, then swiftly verify the loyalty of their spies; if so many spies had defected, the consequences would be truly horrific.
Realizing this, they couldn’t sit still any longer, a series of troubleso issues ca in quick succession.
"No, our current panic could also be a sche by the Holy Light Church, everyone needs to calm down." Hevi cast a calming technique on the crowd.
At this stage, everything seed fake to everyone, sensing hidden conspiracies everywhere.
This was also because the caught spy’s quality was so poor it was hard to fathom if this capture was part of a conspiracy.
Just then, the guard who left a mont ago suddenly ran back, saying:
"Report, an unexpected situation occurred, that spy incited a riot, but has now been suppressed."
"A riot?"
It was hard to imagine how the guy who could be floored with a brick could incite a riot in a heavily guarded prison, only hearing the guard explain:
"The guards reported the spy’s eyes emitted yellow flas injuring several people, now he’s been knocked out and locked in solitary confinent, while the injured are receiving treatnt, but they seem to be experiencing so ntal disturbances."
Yellow flas, ntal disturbances?
Luluwo shot to her feet imdiately, the connection between these two things prompted a bad premonition, she promptly said, "Take to see!"
Hevi thought for a mont, then said to the others, "I’ll go too, let’s adjourn for today."
In the end, both of them and Fingerley followed the guards to the cell, seeing the spy wrapped in chains like a cocoon, complete with a blindfold, struggling continuously.
Judging by his sowhat malnourished appearance, he was undoubtedly a long-term resident of the slum.
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