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In a bright interrogation room, Allen sat in the main seat, looking at the notebook containing the prisoner's information in his hand, repeating boring and boring questions.

Reinard sat aside, his always lazy face was also energetic at this time. The dark eye sockets around his eyes seemed to be fake, and did not show any fatigue.

He didn't say anything, but sat next to Allen like a bystander who had nothing to do with him, constantly examining the prisoners brought in and out by the prison guards.

Aristocrats who can pass on for more than a hundred years have always been synonymous with a large number of people and powerful people.

With a very few exceptions, other nobles have long become lush in their long traditions.

The main meridian, branch meridian, legitimate son, illegitimate son and illegitimate son are long enough to give birth to a behemoth connected by surname and interests.

The Bate family is naturally the case. Just because they lived in Bet's mansion, there were nearly a hundred people recognized, and they were the backbone of this interest warship called Bet, and there were more than a dozen people close to the center of power.

However, all this is a past tense.

Many people in the Bate family violently resisted the law and killed them on the spot when they were arrested. Some of them were lucky enough to die, but they could not survive the severe period of recurrence of infection.

Therefore, there are only about thirty or forty prisoners in the prison in the Bate family.

Although these people are quite large, it is just a little effort for Allen and Renard, and it is not very troublesome.

Alan asked while looking at the notebook in his hand that recorded the details. When he looked up, he seemed not to care about the prisoners sitting opposite him.

But this is just a manifestation. Although Allen did not look at them with his eyes, he was always sensing them with his spirit.

Renard observed these people with all means, trying to discover something.

The reason why the two of them came out like this was not the hope that these guys who had already experienced many battles would reveal something valuable.

It is just to see from such face-to-face communication that people will most likely make them gain something.

Although Renard is a silver-level necromancer and an expert in playing with souls and bodies.

But this does not mean that he can do things at will without restraint, play with the souls of these thirty or forty people, and browse their memories at will.

You must know that the existence of life itself is a miracle.

And the soul is an incredible existence.

The soul and the body are two sides of life, but the body exists in the material world, which is easier for ordinary people to understand.

Although the silver-level mage began to contact the soul, it was only contacted. Even if Reinard's knowledge of the soul was far superior to that of ordinary silver-level mages due to his profession and knowledge, it did not mean that he could do whatever he wanted.

If these dozens of people, Renard had to check their memories one by one, it would probably be too tired to say that it would take a lot of time.

More importantly, if you really do this, it will be a problem for how many people can survive and whether they are healthy in their mental state.

Although these people are almost impossible to go out again, it would not be good if they all died in prison.

That's why Allen and Renard did this trick before they started to get to the point.

...

Even though Alan and Renard did not interrogate according to the traditional method, but rely more on the sixth sense and the perception that awakened the soul, interrogating so many people still took a lot of time.

"Take it back first, let's discuss it." Allen let out a sigh of relief and said gratefully to the prison guard who had been with them for the afternoon.

The two prison guards who had been taking people in and out breathed a sigh of relief and escorted the prisoner who was finally interrogated.

Bang!

The door made by steel suddenly closed, and the interrogation room became a world for Allen and Renard.

Buzz!

An invisible spell aura flashed, and Renard skillfully arranged several spells, mute and cover them.

Although this is the territory of the Public Security Department and it should be a very safe existence, at this time, Allen and Renard dare not be careless at all.

Anyway, it won't take much effort.

"What do you think?" A red light flowed on Allen's right hand placed on the table, like a dragon. When you look closely, it was a red round-bellied pen.

“There is something wrong with the number 12, 25, 31, 38, and I think it’s important to consider it.”

Renard pondered for a few breaths, and then replied seriously.

Hearing this, Allen nodded.

Renard's proposal coincided with his ideas, which was a very reassuring result.

After all, it is not impossible to hide one's existence under the cross-sensation of the two of them, but it is really rare.

After a brief exchange, the two determined the next process.
Chapter completed!