Chapter 523

As Prince Andre was carrying an insulated box and boarding the carriage to leave the royal palace, on the other side, Leon and his group had also completed the preliminary “interrogation” of Phelia.

And after learning about the current state of the Crocodile Royal Family from the jade-eyed maiden, all the cleaners of the Scorpio Division, whether alive or dead, were shocked. Even Leon couldn’t help but contract his pupils sharply.

Regarding the plight of the Crocodile Royal Family, although there were some vague guesses, getting confirmation from one of the “parties involved,” Leon couldn’t help but feel a slight shock in his heart.

You see, the primary goal of this investigation mission was to ensure the continuation of the bloodline of the Crocodile Royal Family. And right now, among the entire Crocodile Royal Family, the only two who could be called “alive” were this strange little girl in front of them and Prince Andre, the murderer.

This is really…

Subconsciously shaking his head slightly, Leon waved his hand to signal Algernon and the others to calm down, then continued to ask: “So what about you? Why did he kill all the members of the royal family but didn’t touch you?”

“I… maybe because I’m his younger sister?”

Feeling that if she revealed that she was Apheta 01, she would definitely meet with a worse fate, the jade-eyed maiden sniffed and lied through her tears: “Big Brother Andre still values family ties, so for me… hey! No! Ah ha! Ah hahaha! No!”

“I’ll remind you once again, lying to my face is useless.”

Holding a small tuft of freshly plucked wool and scratching at Phelia’s tender foot sole, Leon said seriously: “You’d better confess honestly why he didn’t kill you and what’s going on with your soul!”

“I…”

Trying to kick her legs but unable to escape Leon’s control, Phelia closed her eyes filled with despair and shouted loudly:

“I won’t tell you! Even if… ow! Ah haha! Ah hahaha!”

Seeing her stubbornly refusing to confess, Leon continued to scratch with the wool.

As one of the few Great Demons, even though the black goat has fallen on hard times now, the quality of its wool is still top-notch—light, smooth, soft, and fine, far surpassing ordinary wool. Using it to scratch feet truly yields excellent results.

Before Leon had scratched for long, poor Phelia let out a couple of screams, her onion-like toes curling desperately as her white soles crinkled into tiny horizontal folds.

Her whole body wriggled like a frog on its back, her pale little legs kicking wildly trying to pull back, but alas, her strength was too weak to break free from Leon’s iron grip. She could only laugh and cry while shouting:

“You… keep scratching! I’ll die of tickling before… ah haha! I say anything! You… you won’t get… waaaah… know anything… ah hahaha!”

She’s actually quite stubborn…

After scratching for a full seven or eight minutes, seeing sweat beads covering Phelia’s little face, her temples and bangs soaked with sweat sticking to her forehead in strands, yet she was still holding out without speaking, realizing it wouldn’t work anytime soon, Leon reluctantly abandoned this method of interrogation and turned to look at the other cleaners.

“Senior ones, do you have any other ways to make her talk?”

“This… we do have methods to make people talk, but they probably shouldn’t be used on her…”

After exchanging glances, several members of the Scorpio Division shook their heads and replied helplessly: “She is, after all, a member of the Crocodile Royal Family, and still a child. Our methods are too harsh; her body can’t withstand them. Moreover, her soul is… special, as if it follows its own set of rules, and we don’t know how to handle it.”

So you’re no help either?

Upon receiving their answer, Leon opened his mouth, sighed, and said nothing, but it seemed like he said everything.

Made somewhat awkward by his sigh, the senior members of the Scorpio Division exchanged glances again, and Ruben suggested:

“How about this? Since you can tell when she’s lying, let’s try guessing more. If we guess close enough, her soul will surely react, and we can figure things out without her saying anything.”

Leon shrugged and said: “That’s not impossible, but we need to ask questions first to know if we’re right or wrong. But our intel is so limited right now that we don’t even know where to start asking questions. We’re completely lost.”

“Hmm…”

Upon hearing this, the members of the Scorpio Division fell silent for a moment. Then, Mona, the female cleaner, hesitantly suggested:

“If the problem is lack of information, how about we raid the archive office in Administrative Zone 3? They store many important records of the Crocodile Kingdom, which might give us some clues.”

“That suggestion isn’t bad… Let’s go! The carriage is here.”

Upon hearing this, Leon nodded without hesitation, immediately knocked out the jade-eyed maiden glaring at him, hoisted her barefoot onto his shoulder, and walked towards the roadside station.

“We’ve delayed long enough. Senior Ruben’s ability has expired, so we need to quickly go to the embassy district to pick up our people. My companions left there have found a way to the palace.

Once we pick them up, we’ll kidnap the Diplomatic Minister and search the scholar’s files in District 1 to see if we can find District 1 through him, thereby finding the true self of Apheta 01. Besides, the archive office is also in District 3, so these three tasks can be done together!”

…

The next day.

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“Citizens of the Crocodile Kingdom, this is the morning news broadcast.”

As the sun just passed the neat horizon line and sprinkled its light over the land of the Crocodile Kingdom, the sweet voice of the broadcaster came from the metal speakers on the streets.

“Yesterday, an attack occurred in Administrative Zone 38. A gang of wandering criminals from the Alleson Kingdom detonated homemade dangerous weapons, causing explosions that severely damaged most of Zone 38.

Adjacent Zones 2 and 9 also suffered significant damage due to the explosion’s tremors, resulting in numerous building collapses. Over 150 citizens were injured.

Fortunately, no one died in the incident, and the main members of the criminal gang have been arrested or killed. The three affected districts will reopen within 15 days…”

“Tsk… So noisy…”

Awoken by the broadcast coming from outside the window, a man with messy hair and beard mumbled twice, then got out of bed with a disgruntled expression, grabbed the scholar’s robe hanging on the rack beside the bed, and hastily put it on. Meanwhile, the sweet broadcast continued outside the window.

“Moreover, another gang of wandering criminals attacked Administrative Zone 3 later in the evening.

This gang broke into the embassy, kidnapped the Diplomatic Minister, looted his office clean, then raided the archive office, stealing a large number of precious archives before disappearing. Citizens should exercise caution when traveling.

The specific appearance of this criminal gang is as follows: suspected to have two main members, led by a young man with black hair and black eyes, handsome, with a well-proportioned but slightly thin build…”

Wow, two attacks in one day? Things sure haven’t been peaceful recently…

After listening carefully to the broadcast, the disheveled middle-aged man couldn’t help but shake his head, then picked up his razor and began shaving his beard in front of the mirror.

Fortunately, I am a scholar from District 1, using a non-public exclusive passage, so it’s unlikely I’ll encounter any criminals… Hmm… What the hell is this?

Looking at the man smiling at him in the mirror, the middle-aged man’s mind went blank, his eyes widening suddenly.

What sorcery is this? It’s me looking in the mirror, but why isn’t the person in the mirror me, but a young man with black hair and black eyes? Hmm… A young man with black hair and black eyes… Why does he seem familiar?