The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 561 Born Opponents! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Eastern District Police Station.

Paul Greer was taken directly to the interrogation room, but the officers who interrogated him were not the same ones who had arrested him.

"Say it!"

"say what?"

Paul Groer looked calmly at the man across the interrogation table.

He wore a black double-breasted long suit, a stiff-collared white shirt, a large bow tie, a half-high silk hat, and shiny leather boots.

Judging from the respectful manner of the police officers earlier, the newcomer was clearly a nobleman!
'I never imagined that I, Paul Groer, would be sitting at the same table as noble gentlemen.'

'Although it's an interrogation table, haha~'

Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily appeared on Paul Groer's face.

However, to Viscount Oleg Ruiz across the interrogation table, that self-deprecating smile appeared as one of smug confidence.

What is he so smug about?

'Does the belief that having extraordinary backers makes them fearless?'

'Ignorant and foolish commoners, having come into contact with a little supernatural power, believe they understand the truth of the world, completely forgetting the majesty of the kingdom.'

Viscount Oleg Ruiz sneered inwardly. These foolish dockworkers probably had no idea that the government was the most powerful force among the extraordinary beings.

"boom!"

Oleg Ruiz slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't speak up?"

Without waiting for Paul Groer's response, he raised his arm and beckoned behind him, and two men dressed in military-style overcoats immediately walked in.

"Viscount Ruiz!"

Two men in military-style overcoats walked in, glanced at Paul Greer, and then stood beside Oleg Ruiz, greeting him.

"Let's get started!"

Oleg Ruiz looked at the two of them and said with a cold gaze.

He had originally intended to try to talk to Paul Greer and, through his exceptional conversation and meticulous yet persuasive rhetoric, extract the answers he wanted from the dockworker.

However, upon seeing the irritating smile on Paul Greer's face, Oleg Ruiz abandoned the idea.

These vulgar and foolish lowly people do not deserve his kindness.

Indeed, in Oleg Ruiz's view, it was already a great honor for a dockworker to lower himself to talk to a hereditary viscount of the kingdom.

This lowly commoner is not only ungrateful, but he even dares to give him such an rude smile!

It's lawless!

Such lowly people who do not know how to respect the nobility should be subjected to the cruelest and most severe punishments!
The two men in military-style overcoats exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled as to the source of Viscount Ruiz's anger.

Despite their lack of understanding, they still had to carry out Oleg Ruiz's orders!
"Let's begin, Mien!"

The woman on the left, with slightly wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a high-bridged nose, turned to look at her companion and spoke.

The woman named Mien, dressed in a military-like uniform, was a short woman with red curly hair and gold-rimmed glasses.

Ms. Mien nodded, stepped forward to stand in front of Paul Greer, and took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from her waist pocket.

"I'll provide some assistance to ease your pain, provided you don't resist."

As Ms. Mien opened one of the small bottles, she explained to Paul Groer, who was looking over curiously.

Not resisting only means less pain, but what if you resist? What will happen?
Ms. Mien didn't say anything, and Paul Greer wisely refrained from asking.

Courtney?

Ms. Mien, holding the already opened bottle, turned her head and gave her companion an inquiring look.

Courtney, with her high nose bridge, paused for a second, then immediately realized what was happening.

"Oh, it's my turn, right? Coming soon!"

As he spoke, he stretched out an arm, interlocked his thumb and middle finger, and flicked it in the direction of Ms. Mien.

A tiny flame, about the size of a walnut, drifted past.

Ms. Mien picked up the small bottle and tapped it gently above the flames with her finger a few times. The liquid inside immediately dripped into the fire.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The flame flickered a few times, and the few drops of liquid quickly evaporated, filling the entire interrogation room.

A captivating fragrance wafted into Paul Groer's nose, instantly relaxing him.

It was like drinking a few glasses of the finest liquor; my mind quickly went blank, and my eyes became somewhat unfocused.

"This is my 'language of flowers,' which can confuse your senses and reduce the damage caused by resistance."

To Paul Groer, Ms. Mien's voice sounded like it was echoing in an empty cave.

Not only were the sounds overlapping, but her body also appeared as a double image.

In his daze, Paul Greer discovered that everything in the interrogation room was overlapping.

Everything was doubled: the tables were overlapping, the lights were overlapping, even that annoying aristocrat in the suit was overlapping.

Moreover, this overlapping phenomenon is intensifying, and it quickly becomes blurred, as if shrouded in layers of thick fog.

His body also began to overlap and blur, turning into a weightless cloud of mist.

The whole world is like it's been stuffed into a toilet bowl, all sorts of colors are mixed together, making it look chaotic and abstract.

Paul Groer's consciousness was sucked into a dark pipe by the toilet and thrown onto a hazy, dreamlike island.

"Paul Groler. Paul Groler"

The calls coming from all directions drew Paul Groer's hazy consciousness.

A woman with red curly hair and gold-rimmed glasses gradually took over his entire consciousness.

"Tell me, who handed you those pirate heads? And who is backing the Sword and Hammer Guild?"

In a hazy, delirious state, Paul Greer's consciousness was no longer functioning; he simply instinctively wanted to follow the voice and tell everything he knew.

"A head, a pirate's head, yes, yes."

Paul Greer's words were on the tip of his tongue, but a subconscious resistance prevented him from speaking them.

"What is it? Tell me!"

Ms. Mien's voice came again, urging him on.

For a Sequence 7 psychic, hypnotizing and inducing the spirituality of an ordinary person is just a trivial matter for her.

Paul Groer's subconscious resistance was quickly suppressed.

"The one who gave me the pirate's head was... the red sun that sits atop the starry sky!"

Red Sun?
What is this? Is it someone's code name, or the name of the force behind the 'Knife and Hammer Guild'?

Just as Ms. Mien was trying to further coax Paul Groer into revealing more information...

suddenly.

She saw a light, a light as red as blood, a light as hot as a volcanic eruption.

A red light stained Paul Greer's spiritual space! Ms. Mien suddenly felt a strong stinging pain, not a physical stinging pain, but a stinging pain from her spiritual senses.

Her spirituality is being disintegrated!

'No!!!'

Ms. Mien was immediately alarmed and tried to withdraw from Paul Greer's spiritual depths to end the psychic ritual.

However, to her horror, the psychic ritual went out of control!
It's not her who's in control now, but the entity behind that red light, the red sun, that's in control.

Ms. Mien saw it!
She saw the source of the red light, and what was hidden deep within Paul Greer's spirituality.

A domino radiating a bright red light!
No, it's not about dominoes, it's about the great thing behind dominoes!
It is a statue.
'No, stop looking! Close your eyes, Mien!'

'An evil god! It's an evil god!'

Behind the Knife and Hammer Guild lies a terrifying evil god!

Mien now realized the incredible stupidity of her actions; she had actually tried to communicate with an evil god!
The spiritual sting intensified, turning into a burning pain as if being consumed by flames.

Ms. Mien felt like she was melting.

In her spiritual vision, the existence behind that pale white domino also revealed a vague outline.

Even though Ms. Mien tried her best to control herself from looking at it or thinking about it, the figure of that being became clearer and clearer!
No! Courtney! Wake me up! Interrupt me!

Ms. Mien kept calling her companion's name in her heart, hoping that he would notice her abnormality and interrupt the psychic session in time.

"Ok?"

Courtney seemed to notice something, stepped forward to stand beside Ms. Mien, and slowly raised her arm.

With a gentle wave, he extinguished the flame floating in front of Ms. Mien.

'It almost burned Mien, thankfully I discovered it in time!'

Courtney smiled, giving herself a thumbs up for her thoughtfulness.

At this moment, deep within Paul Greer's spiritual realm, the figure of that great being was fully revealed in Ms. Mien's spirituality.

boom! ! !
A bright red light burst forth instantly, and Ms. Mien's spirituality was scorched and lost its human form, cracking into pieces of clay.

‘It’s over! ’

A thought flashed through Ms. Mien's mind.

She could already foresee her future: either she would lose control and become a monster, or she would be corrupted into a puppet of an evil god.

"Huh? Who's peeking at me?"

A clear and sharp voice, like a glass of ice water on a hot summer day, instantly extinguished the burning passion in Ms. Mien's spirit.

'He—no, He is talking to me!'

Ms. Mien's spirit trembled, and a strange sense of honor rose in her heart.

"George III, an extraordinary figure nurtured by the Royal Family of Loen."

"Since when has a small labor union been able to attract the king's attention?"

He is going through my memories!

Ms. Mien was initially shocked, then she heard the surprise in the next sentence.

How could a force capable of handing over a thousand pirate heads in exchange for 130,000 gold pounds be just a small guild?

Seemingly having heard Ms. Mien's inner monologue, the voice suddenly realized:

"What you said makes a lot of sense. Here's a bone for you as a reward!"

call out!
A flash of white light, and Ms. Mien felt something crash into her body.

It's very hard, very hot, and very powerful!
boom! ! !
A surge of intense life force erupted within her body in an instant, like an avalanche of snow-capped mountains or a surging tsunami.

A series of images flashed through Ms. Mien's mind, one exciting story after another, flooding her brain all at once.

Knife and hammer, blood and fire, class and struggle
Capitalists, exploiters, and the three mountains
A flood of color information she had never encountered before overwhelmed Ms. Mien's consciousness.

The extraordinary characteristics of the 'psychic' within her were gradually forged into a 'sequence rune' that shimmered with light!
In reality, inside the interrogation room, Ms. Mien ended the psychic session, and her consciousness returned to her body.

"So, did the psychic communication yield any useful information?"

The blond, high-nosed man guarding Ms. Mien asked after seeing her wake up.

Ms. Mien shook her head: "He knows nothing. Those pirate heads are placed in fixed locations and he is notified to retrieve them."

"Who notified you? How did they notify you?"

Viscount Oleg Ruiz, behind the interrogation table, seemed to have discovered something and pressed for an answer.

"A note that suddenly appeared must be the work of an extraordinary being; this Paul knows nothing about it!"

Ms. Mien shook her head and said, "Don't waste time on this person. Let him go and think of another way!"

"Let him go?"

Viscount Oleg Ruiz frowned, seemingly unwilling to release Paul Grew so easily.

"No! Even if he doesn't know anything, he's still a useful pawn for the people behind the scenes. Lock him up!"

Oleg Ruiz said coldly, "Without Paul Groer, those people's influence in the East District is cut off. In time, some traces will inevitably be revealed."

Courtney, with her high nose bridge, nodded in agreement; there was indeed some truth to that.

That makes no sense at all. He just wants revenge, doesn't he?
Ms. Mien hadn't quite understood where Viscount Ruiz's resentment came from before, but now she did.

It's about class!
Viscount Ruiz was a nobleman and a capitalist who controlled land and the means of production!
Paul Groer was a worker, a lowly beast of burden with no house, no land, no money, and no assets.

The two are inherently opposed!

How could the high and mighty Viscount Ruiz tolerate the worker Paul's equality, or even his condescending smile?

This wasn't because he had any personal issues with Paul Groer, but rather because the powerful and wealthy who controlled the means of production were suppressing the basic instincts of the lower classes!
Ms. Mien seemed thoughtful; she appeared to have a better understanding of the word "class."

"Should we take him back and lock him up?"

"No need, just keep him locked up here!"

After casually deciding on the fate of the worker Paul, Viscount Ruiz rose and left the interrogation room.

Courtney, with her high nose bridge, followed closely behind.

Ms. Mien opened another small bottle, sprinkled a few drops of her calming perfume on Paul Greer's forehead, and then turned and left.

...

...

East Bayron, a port in the Pass Valley.

Mu Sheng, dressed in cotton trousers and a straw hat, walked down the gangway.

Looking at the dark brown-skinned workers on the dock, he always felt he could smell a strong curry aroma.

"So this is what you are, Byron!"

"It is indeed a land suitable for colonization, with a long history!"

Mu Sheng sighed.

Since he was new to the area, he planned to try the local specialties first!
(End of this chapter)