Star Forge Titan

Chapter 87: Sudden Silencing

Looking at the bright smile on Ivan's face, Catherine's veins on her forehead bulged out in a "well" shape.

Although she was a little slow to react and a bit naive, she was not stupid, so she quickly understood why the other party agreed so readily.

The reason behind this is actually quite simple. Even if customary law does allow the victor of a duel to obtain the armor and mount of the loser, how could a military product like the Magical Iron Cavalry, which involves core technology, be leaked out without permission?

The noble families in Linde that possess extraordinary heritage can get a share of the limited output because they use their own heritage as investment. In other words, they are equivalent to small shareholders who invest in technology. Therefore, the Carolingian royal family, as the boss and CEO of the company, allows the outstanding members of those noble families to obtain the magical cavalry corresponding to their own extraordinary positions.

But it was different for foreign immigrants like Ivan. As a Transcendent, he could quickly obtain residency and easily become a Linde citizen, much like a skilled immigrant from another world. However, he wouldn't be able to access the Linde camp's core Transcendent technology and its products in the short term.

In other words, this guy's original target was most likely other components besides top-secret items like the magic engine.

Whether it is the complex gear set in the gearbox or the special steel used to manufacture the vehicle frame, they all have their own corresponding value in the magic engineering system, not to mention that the magic cavalry uses military-grade high-precision parts, and there are almost no similar products on the market.

Of course, Alvin knew this, so in the previous battle, he had deliberately fixed the damaged part on the front armor plate of the "Minotaur's Horn", which would prevent the engine and other parts installed at the rear of the vehicle from being affected too much.

As for the deformed car frame under stress, it was no problem at all for the black-haired boy who possessed the power of [Reshaping the World].

Therefore, when they walked out of the interrogation room, Alvin had a bright smile on his face, while Catherine's face was full of gloom, just like the dark sky before thunder.

Passing by another interrogation room, Alvin saw the grinning Ka Yang chatting animatedly with the sheriff who was questioning him. The two were like half-brothers who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years but had a very good relationship.

To be honest, he had never worried about this guy before he went to jail.

Although the other party's hidden identity as a necromancer was very feared in Linde, who was Kayang? A genius traitor chosen by the gaming company!

You have to remember that in the original game, this guy was a traitor, jumping back and forth between various factions, even hiding his identity as a necromancer and joining the Temple of Light, donning a white priest's robes to impress! Later, he even nearly got his hands on the gold-rimmed robes only regional bishops were allowed to wear.

How could a mere Public Security Bureau possibly do anything to such a genius traitor?

It seems that the questioning inside will not end in a short time. Catherine also realized this and turned her head to look at Ivan with complicated eyes.

"Your companion is quite good at...chatting." At this point, the Duchess's eyes became sharp.

Catherine obviously still suspected that there was something wrong with these two guys, but she had no other reason to keep them in the sheriff's station.

"Aha, he used to be a businessman, and he's very good at dealing with people." Ivan's mouth twitched, and he explained reluctantly:

Looking at the suspicious look in Catherine's eyes, the black-haired boy slapped his forehead, wanting only to beat Khayon up.

You've overdone it! Idiot!

Seeing that no one could get out anytime soon, Catherine took Ivan to the Identification Department. The previously scrapped magical armored vehicle, the Minotaur's Horn, was temporarily stored there.

Entering the warehouse used by the Appraisal Department for storing large items, Ivan saw a group of technicians huddled next to a damaged armored vehicle. They hadn't had time to carefully examine the entire vehicle, and they just stood there sighing.

I don’t know what it hit?

It was actually possible to leave such a terrible mark on the strongest and thickest front armor of this magical cavalry.

Hearing the conversation between the technicians, Catherine couldn't help but turn her head to look at Ivan. She seemed to have thought of something, but for a moment she couldn't grasp the fleeting inspiration.

"Linde's magic technology is truly amazing." Seeing the thoughtful look on Catherine's face from the corner of his eye, Ivan thought for a moment and quickly diverted her attention without changing his expression.

"Well, of course," Catherine snorted proudly.

"Our Linde's magical engineering is a revolutionary technology that can open up a new era!" The Duchess's small, straight nose was almost turned up to the sky.

When the technicians heard the conversation between the two, they nodded in agreement.

Although not all of them were skilled in magical engineering, they all shared the pride that belonged to the Lind people for their homeland. Furthermore, the Duchess's arrival had subconsciously made them flatter her.

For a while, praises like "Our Great Linde Magic Technology is the best in the world!" were heard everywhere.

Although Catherine had heard such words many times, out of politeness she still greeted everyone one by one and temporarily put the thought that had flashed through her mind behind her.

Taking this opportunity, Alvin quietly came to the side of the armored vehicle, smiled at everyone and hid his right hand behind his back.

The next moment, dark golden magic light surged in the palm of the black-haired boy's palm. Without anyone noticing, he slightly modified the vague footprint in the depression of the front armor plate.

To others, the mark would not be associated with a human body. It was as if the car had hit some extremely strong obstacle while driving at high speed, leaving such a deep and shocking mark on the armor plate.

Suddenly, the door of the identification department was hastily pushed open from the outside.

"Sir! Something happened!" The man who came was wearing a black sheriff's uniform and was obviously also a sheriff.

However, judging from his sweat-soaked collar and the anxious expression on his face, he must have encountered some unexpected emergency.

"Bernard, calm down. Look at yourself now. You don't look like a qualified nobleman at all." Catherine scolded the visitor, who was her subordinate in the Ninth Security Department.

As a fellow new recruit, the Duchess, a graduate of Lind University, immediately became deputy to temporary Section Chief Scarlett, becoming a Senior Agent. However, Bernard, who came from a minor noble family and had only attended vocational school, had to start as an ordinary Operator.

So when he heard Catherine's scolding, he subconsciously straightened his body and stood at attention stiffly.

After coming back to his senses, Bernard calmed down and reported to his boss again at a rapid speed:

"Baron Lincoln is dead! He died right in the detention room!"

Chapter 88: Soul Extinction

The Baron's sudden death caused an uproar in the Public Security Bureau.

With almost no hindrance, Alvin followed Catherine to the door of the detention room.

This is an independent detention room used to detain special prisoners, and its size is estimated to be only about one or two square meters.

Since it was a room specially converted for extraordinary people, the detention room was very small overall. It did not have any functional facilities such as a separate bathroom. There was only a shoulder-wide single bed placed against the wall.

Apart from that, there are no windows. There is only a ventilation hole on the ceiling with a diameter of no more than 30 centimeters, and the air circulation in the house is maintained through a ventilation duct with a smaller diameter.

Taking into account the fact that some extraordinary people have the ability to transform, the ventilation duct is covered with a very fine wire mesh, so that even larger insects cannot pass through.

At the same time, the walls of the detention room are extremely thick, almost reaching a thickness of nearly 800 mm, and a special isolation layer made of magic-averse metal is embedded in the inner layer, making it difficult for most low-level magic to penetrate.

Although these preparations have a relatively limited effect on high-level transcendents, from a realistic perspective, incidents involving high-level transcendents cannot be handed over to the Public Security Bureau for handling, just like in reality, terrorist attacks involving heavy weapons would not be handed over to street police officers.

Moreover, even if a high-level extraordinary person wanted to break through the outer protection of such an independent detention room, it would be difficult to completely conceal the noise of the action in the process.

But even under such strict security, Henry Madiene Lincoln, who fell into a coma due to extremely shameful reasons, died quietly in the detention room.

His death was extremely tragic. His abdominal cavity exploded from the inside out, splattering blood and flesh all over the room, and his two rows of ribs broke and opened outward like flowers.

This scene made even the sheriffs, who were used to seeing corpses, look extremely uneasy. As for the young sheriffs who had just joined the job, the moment they saw the scene inside the house, they immediately covered their mouths and rushed out the door, followed by the sound of loud and embarrassing vomiting.

"Young people nowadays really lack exercise."

A very calm female voice rang out from the detention room, followed by a crisp "click" sound.

The flint, polished into a disc shape, rotated and produced a trail of sparks, and a cluster of orange-yellow flames immediately rose above the square brass kerosene lighter.

Close to the flames, dried, carefully roasted tobacco leaves were tightly rolled into a stick with white paper. A section, faintly scented with tobacco, quickly curled and yellowed under the flames, sending a faintly alluring blue-gray smoke rising from the burning leaves.

On the other end of the cigarette is a pair of plump lips painted with cool-toned lipstick, from the century-old brand Lindsay Van Cleef & Arpels. The signature color number 315 is a crimson purple lipstick, which makes the owner of the lips exude a hint of danger and charm.

"However, Your Excellency the Duke is an exception." Scarlett Jost, senior agent and acting chief of the Ninth Security Section, turned around and looked at Duchess Catherine Caroline in a teasing tone.

Because her mother is a member of a distant desert tribe, Scarlett, with her long, light gray hair, has a darker, tanned complexion. This caused her considerable difficulty in Linde, a country where the majority of the population is Middle-earth. However, it was she who ultimately became a senior detective and the acting head of the Ninth Security Section.

Obviously, this is a woman with great skills.

On the other side, hearing Scarlett's words, Catherine, who had a blonde haircut, just nodded politely.

The Duchess did not react much to the praise from the senior detective, but the other party was not wrong. Although Catherine's face was very pale, she did not turn around and run away like the other young sheriffs.

As for Ivan, standing behind her, the black-haired young man, still just over 5'8" after his transformation, used his height advantage to look past the crowd and into the detention room. The scene inside made him frown slightly, but otherwise he showed no other reaction. Instead, a thoughtful expression emerged on his handsome face, which gradually became more serious.

This way of death seemed familiar to him, but according to the plot of the game, the people and forces related to it should not appear at this time.

But considering the waves caused by this oversized butterfly, the original plot can only be used as a reference, and changes are expected.

But in this case, it seems that the water on Linde's side is even more turbid than originally expected.

Aiwen whispered to himself in his heart:

While he was thinking, Senior Agent Scarlett Jost was also observing the young extraordinary person who claimed to be from Genoa.

The enemy had defeated dozens of professional soldiers, including a Magical Iron Cavalry unit, in direct combat, demonstrating that, in addition to his status as an alchemist, his Transcendental Sequence and class must have considerable combat prowess. From both perspectives, he was a truly exceptional young talent.

However, although the Central Empire Linde welcomes talents from all sides to join, the prerequisite is that they are truly devoted talents, not spies with ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, Scarlett couldn't help but look at Catherine, who was also lost in thought. Recalling the other information she had learned from others, the senior female agent couldn't help but reveal a somewhat subtle expression.

Considering the Duchess's attitude, perhaps it would be better to observe her for a while before making a judgment. After all, apart from her title, she is also a young girl in her prime.

Thinking of this, Ms. Scarlett Jost, a mature woman who has passed the delicate age and has not yet found a marriage partner, couldn't help but sigh.

"When did it happen?" Hearing her boss's sigh, Catherine, who had suppressed the urge to vomit, subconsciously lowered her voice and asked:

"Five minutes ago, during a routine observation, the supervisor discovered through the small window on the door that Baron Lincoln was dead in the detention room. Judging from the degree of rigor mortis, the actual time of death should not have been more than half an hour." Scarlett exhaled a puff of smoke, her expression calm as if she was talking about tonight's dinner menu.

As a veteran sheriff, and one who specializes in handling cases related to extraordinary beings, she has certainly seen corpses with all kinds of tragic deaths.

Although Baron Lincoln's death could be ranked in the top ten, that was all.

"In addition, except for the observation window that was opened when the supervisor discovered the body, this detention room was completely sealed during that time. Considering the magical lock that requires a secret key and related spells to unlock, and the mechanical lock that can only be opened from the outside, it was a completely secret room during that period." Scarlett added:

"By the way, I have just confirmed that the soul of His Excellency Baron Henry Madayne Lincoln has completely dissipated. Considering his identity as a supernatural being, haha, this is really thought-provoking." The female agent smiled, but there was no warmth on her face.

Even before reaching the third level, even transcendents couldn't actively cultivate their souls. However, even the promotion rituals at lower levels would have a beneficial effect on the soul. Coupled with the transcendents' daily practice of tempering their magic power, their souls would usually continue to exist for a period of time after death.

It is obviously unusual for someone like Baron Lincoln to have his soul completely dissipate within thirty minutes of death.

"..." Catherine did not speak. As a member of the Carolingian royal family, she knew more secret knowledge than ordinary extraordinary people, and of course she understood what the rapid dissipation of the soul meant.

"Happy grass, or to use a more academic name, Mandrake subspecies, Papaveraceae." Scarlett leaned over to Catherine's ear and whispered softly:

"Hey alchemist, you must know what you get when you refine this thing with magic, right? It's something much more dangerous than just happy grass."

The female agent raised her voice and tentatively looked sideways at Ivan, only to find that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Heh." Alvin chuckled and didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Scarlett's expression did not change at all, she just continued to whisper to Catherine:

"Considering the recent chaos surrounding Lutetia, it seems the waters behind this business are even more complex than imagined, Your Excellency the Duke."

"You!" Catherine's face changed.

Scarlett smiled and took the initiative to distance herself, then immediately asked:

"So, do you want to continue investigating?"

Catherine was silent for a moment, then said firmly:

"check!"

Chapter 89 What a Trouble

"Come to think of it, you don't look like a sheriff, do you, young man?"

Female agent Scarlett chuckled and squinted her eyes at Ivan, with an undisguised admiration and scrutiny on her mature face.

As an older woman who has been single for many years, she has long thrown away the shyness and reserve of a little girl. When she sees a handsome, handsome and strong boy, of course she will take a second look.

Besides this, the senior detective who was temporarily serving as the acting chief of the Ninth Security Division naturally had other thoughts in his mind. You know, before becoming a sheriff, this Ms. Scarlett was a shadowy figure engaged in some more secretive work.

"Then why are you here?" The female agent's voice was not loud, but it revealed a presence that was difficult to ignore.

"Why is this? Maybe I am looking for the answer myself. But after all, the person standing here is just an alchemist who knows nothing." Alvin said in a very innocent tone, but there was not even a hypocritical expression on his face.

There was a certain clarity and calmness in his words.

He was indeed not too surprised by Lord Lincoln's death.

Because in the game's plot, this man was also sentenced to death immediately after being arrested, and he didn't say a word the entire time, including entering the courtroom. It was like a zombie whose consciousness died prematurely, but whose heartbeat continued until he was on the gallows.

At this moment, although Baron Lincoln's death was much more "spectacular" than in the plot, the whole person was just like he had eaten two kilograms of TNT, and then a detonator was stuffed down his throat, and then someone forced the big red button connected to the detonator to be pressed.

Finally, with a 'bang' sound, it instantly transformed into this cruel 'art' product in front of us, using life and blood as paint and death as canvas.

"Really?" Scarlett chuckled.

"What do you know?" Catherine looked at Ivan directly.

In the end, the black-haired boy did not answer the Duchess's question, but instead asked her another one.

"What do you think I should know?"

"I'm just a law-abiding citizen who came forward to report to the Public Security Bureau after discovering evidence of someone breaking the law. Oh, I'm not a citizen yet, I'm a legal immigrant." Ivan spread his hands and said confidently:

"But I was attacked on the way. Although I luckily avoided that unfortunate disaster, I'm now trapped in the police station, being questioned by the sheriff like a prisoner. I can't go home for a long time."

"Considering that there were no casualties..." Having said that, Alvin glanced at the body of Baron Lincoln.