Chapter 252: Steadfast Bones (Please Subscribe)

"My head hurts so much!"

William Xiaer opened his eyes to see a narrow, cramped basement, where the electric lamp overhead flickered with a scorching yellow light, dimming and brightening.

Surrounding him were tall wooden racks, packed full of wooden wine barrels.

"This is... the wine cellar under the bar? How did I end up here?"

William's expression was dazed; he wanted to touch his forehead, only to discover he was bound to a high-backed chair, unable to move.

"Help!"

Pfft!

Aaron punched William in the stomach, making him feel as if his internal organs had twisted into a knot: "I swear... I swear in my mother's name, this is the truth!!!"

Looking at the unexpected person, William's expression was slightly bewildered.

Aaron, satisfied, backhanded William across the face: "Tell me, did you kill anyone?"

"I confess! Spare... spare me! Please spare me!"

"No... no, that's not it, it's that dagger!"

"What are your thoughts on the death of your parents? Do you know any hidden details?"

"Irritable and biased, is this the sequela of you opening the First Primordial Substance?"

'Is it just a few punches? Then I should still be able to endure it...'

Of course, once the other party goes further and further along the path of the Mysterious, and the level of their Primordial Substance rises again, it is hard to say what they will become.

A smile appeared on Aaron's face as he continued to ask questions, not even sparing William's most shameful secrets, such as what age he wet the bed or who his first love was.

Aaron nodded in satisfaction and said: "Your name?"

"None..."

But he possessed some knowledge of the Mysterious and understood that in a Ritual, a living person was a very common ingredient!

"Baerjin... could he also be a secret practitioner of evil arts?"

If he were merely an ordinary person, he would instead feel that he was penniless and had nothing worth coveting.

William subconsciously wanted to run, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked strangely: "The second option is obviously not right, why give me a choice?"

William recalled the fragments before he lost consciousness; it seemed that after the bar closed, he had just finished mopping the floor, and then Baerjin smiled and handed him a beer to quench his thirst...

He fell into deep self-doubt.

The little bit of Mysterious power he possessed was of no help to his current predicament.

"Very good, it seems you have mastered the rules of the game."

William, with tears and snot mixed together on his face, answered loudly while sobbing.

"In order to... in order to decipher that book and obtain Mysterious power..."

'It seems... William actually came to Plymouth mainly to pursue the Mysterious; he doesn't know much about the weird decline of his family. Perhaps... his subconscious sensed danger and made the decision to leave his hometown?'

Aaron shrugged his shoulders and said: "You have two choices now. The first is to take your book and get out... the second choice is to stay and continue working."

Clang!

Aaron tossed a gold coin, nodded after getting the result, and said: "It seems that madman still thinks too poorly of people; you haven't developed such thoughts yet..."

William's tears immediately fell uncontrollably: "Mom... it hurts so much!!!"

Aaron smiled and closed the Secret Transmission found at William's residence, saying indifferently: "Don't always try to solve problems with force, like a barbarian... however, your act of finishing off Harry was not bad; at least you didn't leave behind too many clues and traces."

'Making good use of the negative effects of the 'Crying Blade' is indeed a good tool for interrogation. Hmm, it lives up to the name 'Crying Blade'; no matter if they are male or female, they have to cry for me when they touch it!'

Then, he flexed his fists, his knuckles popping loudly.

William swore that he was a man and would absolutely never behave in a way that would make him cry from a single slap.

"Wait... it's Baerjin, it's Baerjin!"

William's expression turned pale in an instant; he trembled his lips and defended himself: "Mr. Bote, you must have misunderstood something, I didn't... I didn't kill anyone..."

"William! William Xiaer!"

"Not only that, the Hunter Bar is an entrance to a certain part of the Black Queen District... and you've been working here for so long..."

"Congratulations, you have made the right choice."

Slap!

The next moment, Aaron arrived in front of William and slapped him across the face.

"Why come to Plymouth?"

Aaron took out the 'Crying Blade', incidentally cut the ropes on William, and tossed the Secret Transmission he had already read to him.

"Lying is wrong. As a penalty for hiding things from me, you need to be punished."

It was as if his face had been torn open, and a red-hot iron skewer had been inserted directly through his nostril into his brain!

The intense pain even caused his thinking to become somewhat blurred; he almost fainted from the agony.

The more William thought about it, the more afraid he became.

He stood up in surprise and touched his face, discovering that he hadn't actually been hit that severely; he hadn't even seen any blood.

"..."

"Why did Baerjin drug the drinks... what was his purpose in knocking me out?"

William's body curled up on the ground, feeling that the intense pain had vanished in an instant.

William answered with a dazed look in his eyes.

Because of fear, William's teeth began to chatter.

"I originally thought I was a tough guy, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even withstand this level of beating and confessed everything..."

He shouted once, only to find that no one answered from outside.

But this slap... damn, it hurts so much!

"Could he be planning to sacrifice me?"

But when he saw the book *As the Sage Freud Said* in Aaron's hand, he began to scream, twisting his body frantically: "What are you doing? That's my thing, mine! Give it back to me!"

"Mr. Bote..."

Although William felt something strange about his body, he let out a long breath, prepared to deny everything even if it meant being beaten to death.

Aaron toyed with a gold coin in his hand, a smile appearing on his face: "One last question... did you prepare to use a Curse against me?"

Aaron smiled as he tucked a uniquely shaped dagger into his collar, letting William's skin make intimate contact with the 'Crying Blade'.

Using these kinds of questions to continuously break down the opponent's psychological defenses could yield more Secrets.

However, William was an Extraordinary after all, and he reacted immediately, his eyes fixed firmly on the dagger in Aaron's hand, filled with fear: "A Magical Item... Boss, are you also an Extraordinary?"

To avoid suffering this kind of pain, he would even accept being judged for the crime of murder!

"Very good. Next, I will ask a question, and you will answer it. If you can't answer, I'll beat you!"

Just as William was scaring himself, the door to the wine cellar creaked open, and Aaron walked in slowly.

"Because I want to use you as my Fish Bait..."

At this moment, Aaron smiled like a Demon.

(End of this chapter)