In the dim torture room, Holland opened his eyes and was dizzy. He finally figured out the spots of rat feces on the dust, facing the ground.

Why am I here? What about Abigail?

He raised his head, and there was a whale oil lantern half wrapped in black cloth in front of him. All the hot light shot in his direction, making his eyes burst into tears. His body instinctively wanted to avoid the dazzling bright light, but found that he was tied to a chair and could not move.

Holland tried his best to look behind the lantern, and there was a vague figure sitting there.

Did my escape plan be discovered by the elder? The muscles on my spine trembled in fear:

"Elder, I can explain that things are not what you think... I am exploring information to collect more emperor blood."

Wait, I seemed to be... following a policeman before, but suddenly fainted. Could it be that the opposite side was not ours, but...

"Are you a member of the Shentuo Bureau?" he asked tentatively.

"You are finally awake, Mr. Holland." The low male voice spoke, the villain policeman who blackmailed Abigail.

"Sorry, I have to take Miss Abigail's savings to bring you out, and I will return this money to her as soon as possible."

"Hmph, you have to apologize and apologize to her, don't be hypocritical here." He gritted his teeth angrily and squeezed out this sentence from his teeth.

"You are accused of murdering Clion Delincoln. Do you admit this crime?"

"That scum is dead." Holland spat, "What would you do if the person you love was treated like this?"

"Your motivation is beyond refutation." The other party admitted this frankly, "but from a legal perspective, your situation is less optimistic, especially considering the tattoo on your arm."

"Stop talking nonsense, you can kill and cut it if you want to do it."

Holland closed his eyes. He knew that he was in trouble this time, so he mustered up the courage and said viciously.

"Of course you can die, but what about Miss Abigail? She is still waiting for you in the rental house full of broken furniture. If you die, she will have to go back to the Journey Club and continue to do that miserable job. Do you want to see this happen?"

Abigail... Hearing this name, Holland's heart suddenly softened, like a deflated ball.

"As far as I know, the Nirvana Order strictly prohibits members from dating or intermarrying with humans. Your relationship with Miss Abigail obviously turned against the creed of the Order. So you bought two tickets to the Scarlet Islands and wanted to take her away, right?"

"Yes, but so what?"

"If you are willing to cooperate, the Shenshuo Bureau can let you and Miss Abigail leave and promise not to hold you accountable. The bizarre spontaneous combustion of the tobacco merchant will only become a strange conversation for people after dinner."

“…In addition to that, you can get a big reward. Going to a new place, you can’t miss the money.”

"Ha, why should I believe in a human promise?"

As a member of the Nirvana Sect, he knew very well what "humans" had done to his tribe members.

“If those stereotypes about race were so correct, you wouldn’t be with Miss Abigail.”

"She is different from you." Although she said so, Holland knew that the other party still moved him.

The city will soon fall into the sea of ​​fire. He must leave here quickly, regardless of the conditions.

"Why did the Nirvana Cult appear in Yinwu City?"

"This was once our last capital in the Old Continent. There was a lost tincture oil buried underground - 'Emperor's Blood'. It was a purple, viscous liquid with the fragrance of agarwood and roses."

An inexplicable pride ignited in Holland's eyes: "You wouldn't imagine its power. Just one bottle-sized imperial blood can burn up a whole warship, and no one can extinguish it."

"Is it a black pot with a strange pattern?"

The other party has actually seen the Emperor's Blood?!

Holland felt unbelievable. Even the Nirvana Cult also learned several places where the blood of the emperor was stored in an ancient book he accidentally obtained.

Is the other party deliberately making fraud...?

"Yes, how did you know?" He narrowed his eyes alertly and stared at the blurry figure in front of him.

"What exactly should the Nirvana Sect do to find the Emperor's Blood?" The other party did not answer him.

"I don't know, the elder may be planning to transport them back as armed reserves."

Holland concealed something at this point. He wished that the Nirvana Clan could succeed and put this sinful city into the sea of ​​fire.

"How many people do you have in Yinwu City?"

"Elder Isek brought more than 30 people when he came here. In addition to his own personality crystallization reaching level 3, he is basically a low-level extraordinary person from level 1 to level 2, and there are more than 20 secret believers located in Yinwu City."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Holland. Finally, I have a more personal question..." the other party said, "Why did you choose to betray the Nirvana Cult?"

Why choose to betray the Nirvana Sect?

Because love, ideal, or something that even he himself does not realize?

Holland looked at the floating light in front of him. The light was bright and hot. He seemed to see a small insect crashing into the sea of ​​fire and vanished in an instant:

"This is a stupid cat and mouse game, I don't want to continue playing..."

"To be honest, I don't regret joining the Order. I recognize their persistence and believe that we have sufficient reasons to choose to remember hatred. But I don't think I can waste my life in endless revenge, especially after knowing Abigail..."

"She reminded me of the mountain flowers in May, the rainy June, and the harvest after that, the seeds will be buried in the soil, spend the whole winter and then sprout. I have never thought about these things that will happen in the future in the past, like flying insects that will die all day long."

"…but it's different now. I never felt so desperate to live and experience the things that might exist, beautiful."

"Yes, Mr. Police Officer..." he murmured to himself, "I do want to live."

The flames of the whale oil lamp were extinguished.

The incandescent lamp lit up with a "bang", and the light covered the entire room and illuminated the man's face-

Black hair and dark eyes, look as young as myself.

"Okay, Mr. Holland, I believe you're saying this from the bottom of your heart."

While untiing the rope for him, Ed said, "But you may still have to wait in prison for a while. When we confirm that the clues you provide are true and reliable, you and Miss Abigail will be arranged to leave Leriya by boat."

"No, that's too late." Holland finally showed a look of horror.
Chapter completed!