Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Just now, while Byron was treating the two, he was also collecting their physical data to see what effects that strange power would have on their bodies.

It would have been better if we hadn't investigated; once we did, we discovered a major problem.

Although the two people who were previously enhanced by the strange power did not appear to have changed much in appearance, and were not as weak as ordinary people after being injured, they were quite energetic.

However, their bodies were riddled with holes, making them look like elderly people in their fifties or sixties, lacking any of the vitality of young people.

Furthermore, the vitality that young people should have has also declined significantly.

Based on these findings, the results are quite easy to understand.

Using that strange power came at a price, and the price was quite high, as it consumed their life force.

It's possible that after activating that power once or twice, these two people might die from exhaustion without anyone else even lifting a finger, simply because of the power's activation.

However, if that were the only reason, it wouldn't be enough to make Byron's face turn so gloomy.

The strange power emanating from the two of them disappeared.

Indeed, after Yaze and the other person finished using it, the power that had been binding them did not reappear, but simply disappeared without a trace.

In this situation, there are only two possible outcomes.

The first possibility is that this power is a one-time use item, which can only be used once, and needs to be replenished if you want to use it again.

The second possibility, which is also the worst possibility.

That means the deity behind these two people had already noticed and had taken back its power.

However, besides these two possibilities, there is actually another possibility.

That is, the power is one-time use, and the gods behind Azer and the others also learned about the situation through some unknown means.

Byron always anticipated the worst-case scenario from these three possible outcomes.

Byron turned to look at the two men still lying on the ground, trembling, and said coldly.

"Time is of the essence, and I don't want to waste it on these boring things."

"Now, whatever I ask, you answer. If you know, you know; if you don't, you say you don't know."

"If you want to waste time, or keep your mouths shut, then you'll have no choice but to..."

"We'll tell you everything, sir! Whatever you ask, we'll tell you!"

Before Byron could finish speaking, Azer, who had been lying on the ground groaning in pain, spoke repeatedly without any burden, completely unlike before.

Byron, unperturbed by the interruption, nodded. "Alright, if we had cooperated this much from the beginning, none of this would have happened."

As for Charles, who stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking dazed and confused, Byron paid him no attention.

All he needs to know is information about that deity, and it doesn't matter who tells him.

Upon hearing this, Yaze's face showed a bitter expression, and he inwardly grumbled.

Who knew you were so amazing? If you had told him you were this amazing earlier, he wouldn't have even flinched.

Byron ignored what Yaze was thinking and asked directly.

"That's how you obtained the power you just used."

Byron's words were devoid of any emotion, causing Yaze to shiver involuntarily and hurriedly reply, trembling.

"That was given by a god, no, by an evil god."

"I used to run a small business moving goods around in Seville, barely making ends meet, but I was always a target for beatings."

"Alright, I'm not in the mood to know about your past. Get to the point!"

Seeing that Yaze was about to launch into a long speech, Byron's eyes twitched slightly, and he interrupted him, his tone becoming more forceful.

He didn't want to waste his time listening to this guy's thieving tips.

Yaze nodded repeatedly: "Okay...okay, I heard that Baron Verra was kindly helping the common people, so I went to try and get a meal..."

"But to get food, I had to worship that evil god, so I did... After that, I was vaguely chosen and joined an organization called the Church of the God of War, where I gained this power."

After listening to Yaze's words, Byron pondered for a moment.

Baron Verra, the Church of the God of War, bestows power.

After extracting the key information, Byron did not waste any time and continued to ask questions.

"Then what's the deal with the power you possess? Why does it disappear after you use it?"

Aze: "I don't know either. We just have to pray to that evil god before each mission, and then we can leave."

"So what do you usually do?"

"When we're not needed to work, we usually stay in the Baron's castle, praying to that evil god every day..."

"Do you know how long ago that evil god appeared?"

"I don't know about that, but I heard from the servants at the Baron's Castle that the evil god descended from the sky and landed directly inside the castle."

"..."

Byron then inquired of Baron Verra's specific information: how many people were in the castle, the state of its defenses, what the evil god statue looked like, and what they were praying about...

After asking his questions, Byron nodded, stood up, and turned to look east, in the direction of Baron Verra's castle, which was also the direction of the evil god.

Seeing this, Yaze put on a fawning smile and looked at Byron: "My lord, now that you've asked all your questions, may I leave now?"

Hearing this, Byron looked away and nodded slightly: "Alright, I've finished asking my questions. You can leave now."

Upon hearing this, Yaze's anxiety vanished instantly, replaced by overwhelming joy.

The thought of the reward he would receive after delivering this man's information to Baron Verra filled Azer with increasing excitement.

Looking at Byron's handsome, youthful face, and thinking about the injury on his own leg, his resentment towards Byron intensified.

He even began to have dark thoughts, that once he was captured by Baron Verra, he would definitely...

"But since you've been so cooperative, I'm not going to be ruthless. I'll give you a ride."

Yaze was stunned, his smile instantly freezing, and he said dryly, "That's not necessary, we're just a short walk home, no need to trouble you, sir."

Byron's face showed a hint of mockery: "No, I'll still see you off."

As he spoke, a bright flame appeared on Byron's palm, flickering in the air.

Although he can't read minds, he's not blind; Yaze's thoughts are written all over his face.

Upon seeing this, Yaze's eyes widened in terror. He braced himself on the ground and staggered backward, shouting, "No! Don't do this! I just..."

But before Yaze could finish speaking, a ball of flame immediately landed on him.

In an instant, before he could even scream, he was reduced to ashes.

Seeing this, Byron turned and walked back to the room where he had been staying.

Although time is tight, we still need to make the necessary preparations.

Moreover, he wouldn't be foolish enough to venture into the enemy camp alone; he's not without support.