Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 382 - 301: Curse Kill

The Judge’s assistant believed his greatest skill was seeing through lies, and even the most tight-lipped Wizards, once in his grasp, would eventually open up their hearts to the Church.

He didn’t like this excessively calm era.

After the tumultuous witch hunts had ended, he found himself with no outlet for his talents.

First it was the Wizards, then those who harbored them.

Until every individual suspected by the Church was convicted, and along with them, the organizations opposing the Ashen Church were also extinguished in the campaign, and they, the Church-trained falcons, were put on ice.

Spending each day in an air-conditioned room, facing a mountain of tedious and boring paperwork was not the life they enjoyed.

Thus, as soon as he heard that someone on the Eco-Ship was openly discussing Wizards, he rushed over immediately, like a falcon sensing the scent of blood in the air.

He was not afraid of the Department of Life Sciences, although in terms of rank they were parallel departments, but when it came to Witch-related incidents, they were granted absolute authority; any department should cooperate with their investigation, or risk being complicit with the Wizards or those protecting them.

This was a tradition established during the witch hunts and has continued to this day.

However, the scene before him caught him off guard.

This was the first time he encountered someone confessing to their crimes without any reservation; what was more inconceivable was that after they finished disclosing their crimes to him, the two continued to discuss the topic of Wizards as if he wasn’t there.

The topic didn’t just involve the two of them; they also seemed to be insinuating that Saintfield VI had long been involved with Wizards.

If this accusation were proven true, it would implicate the entire Saintfield family.

"You should realize what you are talking about."

The assistant felt his authority had been insulted; the enablers previously brought before him were cowards, none daring to meet his eyes.

Because they knew their fate.

Wizards and those who harbored them would ultimately be sent to the guillotine, without exception.

"Hmm, yes, we know, if there’s nothing else, why don’t you go elsewhere for a walk?"

Duan Mingyuan waved his hand impatiently.

He and He Ya were discussing the crux of the problem; if He Ya’s conjecture was correct, then locating the Wizards’ group next would be like finding a needle in a haystack—He Ya believed the intermediary communicating with the Wizards was none other than the personal physician of Saintfield VI, which also explained how he remained unharmed after the soul swap ritual.

Both he and the Wizards knew the secret of the impostor, and this charlatan had enough leverage in the hands of the Wizards.

Whenever the Wizards wished, they could cast a simple curse in another Star Zone, and in no time, the impostor would be bleeding from every orifice and dead within ten seconds.

Even the Ashen Church had yet to devise a way to counteract curse killing, and their Long Branch Guard had also perished from the art of curse killing.

To put it in simpler terms, the Wizards’ art of curse killing belonged to a very rare category of true damage; once the conditions for the curse were met, neither the Long Branch Guard nor the Judge could escape their fate.

This was why the Ashen Church proclaimed the Wizards as Devils’ Apostles.

The Scorching Sun Power always protected them; they believed that only demons dwelling in the void could break the blessings of the Sun God.

Naturally, Duan Mingyuan considered such notions to be feudal superstition.

He knew many other methods that could dissolve Scorching Sun Power.

Now here was the problem.

The intermediary physician was killed by the misfortune caused by Jiuyue on Mechanical Star.

It’s like when you are playing an RPG and you casually kill a random monster by the roadside, only to find out several Chapters later that it was an important quest-giving NPC, and its death directly causes your mission to hit a dead end.

Without the lead doctor, He Ya didn’t know where to find a wizard.

On the other hand, the assistant to the Judge clearly wasn’t willing to let it go; he revealed a cold smile and said, "Since you know the consequences and have negotiated the crimes, according to the procedure, I will escort you to Church Headquarters."

Hearing this, Fu Ling held her forehead.

She felt that this assistant of the Judge must be insane.

Before they were suspected of being related to wizards, their friend Mr. Mingyuan had already been implicated in the serious injury and death of four Long Branch Guards; the actual losses he caused to the company could almost match the grand witch-hunt war that had happened before.

It’s like when faced with a criminal who has committed serial murders, you finally decide to arrest him on the charge of littering.

She stood behind the assistant, helplessly shrugging at the two of them.

To this, Fu Ling felt helpless.

She had heard that these hounds trained by the Ashen Church were abnormal humans who largely lacked the emotions of ordinary people and acted in an aggressive and crazy manner; the Church seemed to believe that such people could help them eliminate trouble at the root more effectively.

"There’s no need to go to the Church Headquarters, we still have a lot of things to do next."

"That’s now for you to decide."

The assistant took a fighting stance, yet his ferocious tone didn’t bring any sense of tension.

He Ya covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, finding this blustering human incredibly amusing.

Like a little chick that had just learned how to cluck, charging at them flapping and squawking, it was not only non-threatening but inexplicably comic.

Out of kindness, she asked, "Is this your first time trying to interrogate a wizard? You seem like a complete novice."

"I personally executed more than twenty wizards and heretics who sheltered them!"

The assistant stood his ground, proudly recounting his glorious achievements.

After the destruction of the wizard’s planet, as the witch-hunt movement entered its later stages, these were considered decent accomplishments.

He frowned, "Why do you ask that?"

These people looked down on him, completely different from the heretics he had faced before.

Those people would be so frightened at the thought of being sent back to Church Headquarters that they would collapse on the ground, begging him for mercy, but Mingyuan’s refusal was as casual as turning down a dinner invitation.

"Because if you were facing a real wizard, you would have been dead several times over by now."

He Ya smiled and pointed at the assistant’s nose.

The assistant subconsciously wiped his nose, and bright red blood instantly stained his fingertips.

"If you were facing a real wizard, first, you would do everything possible to stop them from speaking, then you would maintain a distance, never letting them know any information related to you."

Then the eyes, the corners of the mouth, the ears.

The blood wouldn’t stop flowing; the assistant opened his mouth wide, but couldn’t say anything.

The process lasted less than ten seconds; his face still showed shock and anger, and then he collapsed to the ground.

"Maybe you’ll be able to use this advice when you cross paths with a wizard in your next life."

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