Wizard Earl

Chapter 129 Interrogation

Seeing the middle-aged, overweight manager attempt suicide by poison, Connor sneered inwardly. At this point, his life and death were no longer in his own hands. He immediately unleashed a mental shockwave, causing the manager to feel dizzy and slow his urge to swallow the poison. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Connor used all his strength to deliver a powerful slap to the manager's chubby face.

"puff!!"

Connor's physical abilities, which were almost identical to those of a Grand Knight, were terrifying. With a powerful slap, he sent the fat manager's obese body crashing to the ground with a "thud," all his teeth spitting out of his mouth.

At this moment, Margaret also arrived, and a blood-red streak of light trapped the fat manager firmly!

"Pry his mouth open!" Connor said calmly to Margaret, pointing at the fat manager.

"Why did you make me do this?" Margaret frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.

"I've taken care of them, so this job is yours. Besides, you were quite skilled at interrogating Enrique. The capable should do more! Just remember not to kill him." With that, Connor shrugged and walked towards the other rooms in the hotel.

Seeing Connor slip away, Margaret stomped her foot angrily, flicked her crimson ribbon, and carried the already battered and bruised fat manager back to his room.

This was his and Margaret's plan. They couldn't find human smugglers, but could they find guys like the fat manager who were involved in gangs? After all, San Jose Island only had a population of a little over 100,000. It would be almost impossible for human smugglers to sell their goods without having connections to gangs.

So they found a local gang, then through the gang they found human smugglers, and then took a boat to illegally leave San Jose Island.

Connor quietly expanded his mental energy throughout the entire hotel and was surprised to find that there were no other guests staying there. Apart from the room he and Margaret were in, no one else was staying in the other rooms, and there were no cooks or waiters in the entire hotel.

Connor nodded slightly, somewhat satisfied with the situation; otherwise, he might have gone on a killing spree today.

As soon as Connor returned to his room, he heard a series of extremely tragic screams. Upon entering, he saw seven or eight small, blood-red worms, each as long as a finger, gnawing at the flesh of the fat manager. It was clearly visible that the manager's stomach, arms, and thighs had been eaten away, leaving only bone...

When Margaret saw Connor walk in, she immediately glared at him fiercely, clearly still angry that Connor had made her interrogate him.

Ignoring Margaret's glare, Connor focused his attention on the fat manager being tortured. Although the fat manager was screaming pitifully, he did not beg for mercy as Connor had expected.

After the bloodworms had completely devoured one of his arms, the fat manager fainted from the pain. Looking at the unconscious fat manager, Connor turned his gaze to Margaret.

The fat manager wouldn't speak, and Margaret didn't have any good ideas either. She shook her head heavily at Connor, indicating that she was also helpless.

Seeing this, Connor frowned slightly, placed a hand on the head of the fat manager who had fainted on the ground, and poured his mental energy into him.

The reason he let Margaret interrogate him instead of using his mind-controlling technique to search the fat manager's memories was that after his battle with Snake Eyes, he had overdrawn his mental energy, causing damage. Using high-intensity mental energy again might worsen his injuries...

But now it seems that without the Soul-Capturing Technique, it's impossible...

Just as Connor had expected, the fat manager's mind was indeed under a restriction. If his soul were forcibly searched, his head would explode like a bomb.

Connor meditated on the runes of the Abyss Secret Technique, whispering the incantation. In an instant, his mental power skillfully broke through the restrictions in the fat manager's mind.

"Chip, process this person's memories!" Connor silently commanded the chip in his mind. Given the fat manager's current mental state, it would be very difficult for him to process decades of memories on his own. He needed the chip to help him.

After a long pause, a clear, cold female voice from the chip echoed in Connor's mind: "Beep! Notifying the main body..."

Upon hearing this voice, a surge of joy rose in Connor's heart. Ten minutes later, Connor slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and said to Margaret, "Dispose of this person and those corpses outside! I know what to do!"

To Connor's surprise, Margaret wasn't as indignant as before. Instead, she glanced at Connor thoughtfully, then made a hand seal. A beam of blood-red light struck the fat manager and those Connor had killed outside. Their corpses instantly corroded into pus and vanished...

In the inn's stables, they found a carriage. Connor set up a simple mechanism in the inn, intending for the inn to catch fire half an hour later. Then, Connor and Margaret got into the carriage and drove away from the inn.

While continuing to act as his coachman, Connor transmitted his voice to Margaret, who was sitting in the carriage, "If we want to smuggle ourselves out of San Jose Island, we have two ways. The first is to seize a boat. That fat man has a memory of a place where smuggling gangs hide their boats. The second way is to contact a smuggling gang in that fat manager's memory and hire them to take us away."

Sitting in the carriage, Margaret pondered for a moment, then telepathically asked Connor, "Can the first method find the crew?"

A glint of cunning flashed in Connor's eyes, and he transmitted his voice, saying, "The boat is hidden separately, but there's a small village nearby. The smuggling gang has people there to protect the boat. I think those people should know how to sail it, right?"

"In that case, let's try the first method!" After thinking for a while, Margaret offered her opinion.

When Connor heard that Margaret had chosen the first method as he had expected, he remained outwardly calm, but a hint of smugness rose in his heart.

Maybe this time I can actually get my hands on that thing that fat guy hid...

Just as Connor was starting to figure out what to do next, Margaret suddenly took out a small crystal bead and handed it to him, saying, "This Mind-Nourishing Bead is for you; it has a suppressive effect on mental trauma!"

Connor was taken aback, unsure whether Margaret's kindness was genuine or...

(End of this chapter)