Chapter 259: Chapter 259 Common Enemy_1
Rose Iron Prison interrogation room, Kael wrapped the Death’s Agent into a mummy with a rune-covered shroud and tied him to a cross, finally fastening a thick mask over his face.
"It’s killing me, feels like I’m doing all the heavy lifting today as the injured one." Kael complained, rubbing his shoulder.
"You’ve worked hard, have something to drink to replenish yourself," Aiden handed Kael a cup of pig’s blood, "and how about staying for a simple meal?"
"Aside from drinking blood, I don’t have anything else I can eat," said Kael, holding the cup and spreading his hands.
"We have some here," Aiden said, turning his head and instructing the warden Flandre behind him, "Ask the canteen to fry a plate of pig’s coagulated blood cubes for our helpful guest and stew a duck blood vermicelli soup without the fan si noodles, make it according to the High-Rank Bloodline’s standards, and don’t add any other ingredients, especially not garlic."
"Alright... But Warden, isn’t it excessive to use so many shrouds for this wanted criminal?" Flandre pointed at the bound Agent, "These things aren’t cheap, and you used so many Anti-Magic Bullets today... Forgive my frankness, but ever since you insisted on halting production to modify the textile workshop for new products, the prison’s budget has started to tighten."
What they had used on the Agent was the shroud the Inquisition used to seal those remains that carried Magic Power; those were sturdy and could block Magic Power, and usually, just a few layers were sufficient.
But Aiden insisted on wrapping the Agent until not an inch of skin was visible, only leaving the eyes and mouth uncovered and then adding several more layers on top of that.
"Isn’t this all for security? Money isn’t an issue, anyway. The Inquisition will definitely allocate funds to us... No, I want an extra hardship fee," Aiden waved his hand, "This prisoner is so dangerous that just touching him could kill a person, more dangerous than Avansa was back in the day."
Explaining the Agent’s abilities to the prison guards wasn’t too hard, since everyone was aware that powers "granted by sacrificing to the Evil God" could still be effective within the prison’s barriers; after all, they had a witchcraft Priestess with a reflective ability imprisoned in their facility.
"So this is why you insisted on not letting Veronica and the riot control officers come out to help you?" asked Flandre.
"It’s all to avoid unnecessary casualties," Aiden replied.
Blessed with divine words, he and Kael, who possessed an undying body, could still hold their ground in front of the Death’s Agent, but regular prison guards who were unaware of the opponent’s abilities would essentially just be throwing their lives away if they stepped into the fray.
"To be honest, I’m truly impressed that you were able to capture a dangerous prisoner plotting a jailbreak all by yourself and defend this prison with your outstanding abilities," Flandre commented emotionlessly, glancing at Veronica nearby, "But after you handled the situation, it would’ve been better if you came back to check in sooner. Some of us nearly cried in relief when you returned..."
"Warden!?" Veronica was taken off guard.
"Look at you, I didn’t say who it was, did I?" Flandre glanced at her subordinate who revealed herself out of impatience.
Not long after disposing of the Agent, the Inquisition’s agents arrived at the scene, and Aiden spent quite a while liaising with them and reporting back to the bureau, before he and Kael returned to the prison with the apprehended Agent.
"Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time," Aiden said to Veronica.
"Ugh..." Veronica’s face turned red, unable to utter a word.
Kael glanced at the ceiling and whistled.
"So this wanted criminal, we’re just going to leave him here until the Inquisition’s people come to take him away?" Flandre casually sought Aiden’s opinion.
"Hmm... However, before that, I have some questions I’d like to ask him. You guys go outside for a bit, some questions might relate to the Inquisition’s secrets," Aiden signaled for them to step away.
Flandre and Veronica consciously exited the interrogation room, but Kael didn’t leave; instead, he sat down at the table, leisurely picking up his cup of blood.
"Kael?" Aiden looked over at him.
"I count as someone involved in your ’secrets,’ and besides, I helped catch him," Kael replied unhurriedly, "I can provide intelligence supplements on the side, let me join the interrogation."
"Fine," Aiden considered for a moment and consented, then sat down at the table.
Both men looked toward the other side of the table at the "mummy" bound to the cross, still with the mask over his face.
"May I ask... your honorable name?" After a brief silence, Aiden was the first to speak.
"...Is there any point in asking a dead man’s name?" the Agent responded after a good while of silence.
His voice sounded hollow and echoey through the mask.
He had controlled other vampires’ hunting in the city, was the mastermind behind a spate of violent murders, and as an extremely dangerous High-Rank Bloodline, the fate of this Agent upon capture was essentially a foregone conclusion of execution.
"Warden, I feel like there’s no need to continue asking," Kael looked at Aiden, "this guy won’t confess anything."
Aiden understood what Kael was implying, a person who is doomed to die usually won’t disclose information to their enemies.
"The Founder’s lapdog seems to understand what’s what," sneered the Agent.
"Same for you, we’re all lapdogs, and lapdogs understand each other best," Kael said with an uncaring smile, "The Grim Reaper wouldn’t be such a merciful ruler, if he hadn’t retracted your ’immortality’ right on the spot to kill you, it shows that you are the type to keep your mouth shut."
"It should be said that if I slightly speak of what I shouldn’t, I would die on the spot in the most painful way," the Agent added.
"Sounds like you and your god are a perfect match," Aiden internalized that it would likely be impossible to pry any information about the Grim Reaper from such a madman’s mouth, "but rest assured, the questions I want to ask aren’t related to the Grim Reaper. Five years ago in Silvertown, there was a cult that called themselves the Blood Moon Cult, and the person behind organizing and manipulating this cult was known as Mr. Blood-Cloak. I wonder if you..."
Before Aiden could finish, the Agent turned his face towards him. Even through the mask, Aiden could feel the almost tangible, terrifying gaze from behind it, "Blood...Cloak...Mr.?"
"Seems you know him." Aiden nodded, "Your relationship... a ’good’ one?"
This reaction from the Agent essentially confirmed Aiden’s speculation.
"That damn man is my master’s enemy, what do you want with his information?" the Agent hissed through clenched teeth.
"He is my enemy as well. Although having a common enemy doesn’t mean we can become friends... But at least telling me the information about him, you have nothing to lose," Aiden replied calmly.
