Luo Jiuge sat in her cell, staring at the short knight with thick lips and beady eyes in front of her, clutching her hair in frustration.
“I’ve said it a hundred times already. I really don’t know anything about any Mooncrown Lock.”
“I don’t even know what that thing looks like. How do you expect me to steal it? With my mind?”
The beady-eyed knight sat opposite her, staring at Luo Jiuge, and repeated sluggishly:
“Where is the Mooncrown Lock?”
Luo Jiuge took a deep breath.
“I. Do. Not. Know.”
The beady-eyed knight continued to stare at her.
“Where is the Mooncrown Lock?”
Luo Jiuge: “...”
She had seen people beaten into making confessions.
She had seen people threatened and bribed.
But she had truly never seen anyone use a human repeater for pure mental torture.
She had been peacefully catching up on her sleep on the straw mat when she opened her eyes to find this guy sitting outside the cell, holding an interrogation clipboard and endlessly badgering her with the exact same question.
He had asked it at least a hundred times!
What made it worse was his highly jarring appearance.
Thick lips, beady eyes, and wearing a suit of knight’s armor that was clearly too big for him—he had been sitting there all night.
At first, Luo Jiuge had found his looks rather comical.
But as time went on, those two tiny eyes staring unblinkingly at her while his mouth mechanically repeated the same phrase became indescribably eerie.
Luo Jiuge felt her sanity level rapidly plummeting.
The beady-eyed knight spoke again:
“Where is the Mooncrown Lock?”
Luo Jiuge finally snapped.
She covered her ears with both hands and began to act completely unhinged on the spot.
“The big windmill goes round and round, and the scenery here is so eyesore-inducing—”
The beady-eyed knight remained expressionless:
“Where is the Mooncrown Lock?”
Luo Jiuge sang even louder:
“The sky is ugly! The ground is ugly! And there’s an ugly monster that’s so eyesore-inducing!”
The beady-eyed knight continued:
“Where is the Mooncrown Lock?”
Completely breaking down, Luo Jiuge covered her ears and began gibbering nonsense rapidly like a malfunctioning machine:
“La la la la, I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you! Baba-boyi, Igglepiggle, Upsy Daisy, la la la—!”
The endless questioning and wild gibberish filled the cell, resulting in absolute auditory assault.
A voice laced with suppressed anger suddenly echoed from outside the cell.
“You’re too loud! Shut up!”
Luo Jiuge and the beady-eyed knight silenced themselves at the same time.
At the end of the corridor, Vevran strode over.
She wasn’t wearing her full heavy armor, sporting only a dark military overcoat.
Her short brown hair was still slightly damp from melted snow, her features cold and stern as her sharp eyes shot straight toward Luo Jiuge.
Feeling the pressure, Luo Jiuge instinctively sat up straight.
The beady-eyed knight seemed somewhat uneasy, pouting his thick lips beneath his helmet as his gaze drifted.
Vevran walked up to the cell door. Her gaze swept over Luo Jiuge first before landing on him, her brow furrowing.
“Kaka.”
The beady-eyed knight stiffened.
Vevran asked coldly, “Why did you sneak into this armor again?”
Luo Jiuge: “...Huh?”
Vevran raised a hand to press her temples, her tone carrying a hint of clear exhaustion.
“Take it off.”
The beady-eyed knight stood up, standing at only about one point four meters tall.
Vevran stared at him.
After a brief standoff, the short “knight” who had tortured Luo Jiuge all night finally removed his helmet sluggishly.
What was revealed beneath the helmet was not a human head.
It was a furry head.
Short greyish-white fur, round ears...
Luo Jiuge’s eyes widened bit by bit.
“A... a monkey?”
Holding the helmet, the monkey turned to look at her and corrected her seriously:
“Kaka.”
Luo Jiuge: “...”
A monkey that could speak human tongue, wearing knight’s armor, had interrogated her all night.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again.
To her despair, this was not a hallucination.
This world had ultimately shattered the Blue Star common sense she had held onto.
Vevran reached out and lifted Kaka, armor and all, as a tail slipped out and dangled down.
Kaka’s limbs flailed in the air, but he didn’t forget to repeat:
“Where is the Mooncrown Lock?”
Luo Jiuge immediately clutched her head: “Shut up!”
Kaka looked up at Vevran with a wronged expression.
Vevran remained expressionless. “If you mimic the interrogators again, I’ll make you groom Beo.”
Upon hearing this, Kaka stopped moving and allowed himself to be carried out of the cell quietly.
Luo Jiuge sat on the straw mat, feeling as though half her life force had been drained by a night of pure mental pollution.
She raised a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Before her sanity could recover, the sound of a chair dragging across the floor echoed from outside the iron bars.
Luo Jiuge looked up wearily.
The beady-eyed “knight” who had been sitting there was gone, replaced by Vevran.
It was the very woman who could knock her unconscious with a single sword strike.
Looking at Vevran, Luo Jiuge fell silent for a moment, suddenly wishing Kaka would come back instead.
Vevran flipped open the clipboard in her hand, looked up at her, and said coldly:
“It seems you are in high spirits.”
Luo Jiuge looked up, her voice hollow:
“After being mentally polluted by a monkey all night, I can still speak normally. I think my mental state deserves an award for excellence of the year.”
Vevran ignored her. The things these people from the other world said were always incredibly bizarre.
She took a roll of records from her adjutant and flipped through a couple of pages.
“Your inventory has been inventoried.”
Luo Jiuge’s eyes narrowed.
“You guys can actually look through my inventory?”
“Under the status of defeat and restraint, the White Tower Iron Guard has the right to inspect the belongings of suspicious targets.”
Vevran closed the records.
“There is no Mooncrown Lock.”
Luo Jiuge immediately sat up straight. “See? I told you I didn’t steal it!”
“Nor are there any of the high-grade holy artifacts, glowing crystals, holy silver ores, or weapons and equipment missing from the Holy Court’s storehouse.”
Luo Jiuge grew even more confident. “Then doesn’t that mean you can let me go?”
Vevran stared at her.
Luo Jiuge’s heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, in the next second, Vevran said:
“But you have the Hunter’s Bone Whistle on you.”
Luo Jiuge: “...”
When she first got this whistle, it was a super rare hidden quest reward.
Now, the more she looked at it, the more it resembled incriminating evidence.
“This thing is a faction token. Not just anyone can use it,” Luo Jiuge said, trying her best to keep her voice steady. “It’s useless even if you take it away.”
Vevran’s gaze landed on her face.
“Did Herwin Hartmann give it to you?”
Luo Jiuge did not answer.
Vevran said indifferently, “Even if you don’t speak, I can guess.”
Luo Jiuge glared at her in annoyance. “Then why did you even ask?”
This woman’s words were even more exasperating than the monkey’s.
Vevran stood up and took a step forward, the runes on the cell door lighting up faintly.
“Even though you didn’t take the Mooncrown Lock and you didn’t empty the storehouse, you are still a criminal who infiltrated the Grey Dove Monastery.”
“So?”
“So, as long as you tell me who you met and what you saw there—as long as you can point out who stole the Mooncrown Lock—I can write it into the report as a basis for reducing your sentence, provided you can supply valid evidence.”
Luo Jiuge hesitated.
She knew Vevran was referring to her compatriot.
But she really didn’t know her compatriot’s name; the other party hadn’t told her.
More importantly, she hadn’t actually seen her compatriot take the Mooncrown Lock with her own eyes.
How could she talk about things she hadn’t seen?
Although she was only a minor auxiliary police officer in her past life, she understood at least one thing.
Confessions were not meant to be fabricated just to save one’s skin.
If she pinned it on the wrong person, it would only invite even more terrifying beatings and retaliation.
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