Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Are there any normal humans left in this world?

Ryan looked hopefully at the Grey Death cultists. He hadn't expected that the most normal person in this cell would be a cultist. You wouldn't believe this kid's nonsense, would you?

"Ha, so the half-elves are the real masterminds behind the City of Light?"

The jailer sneered, "I'm a professional, don't try to fool us."

Hearing this, Ryan smiled with relief.

"There is definitely more than one mastermind behind Chuguang City."

The jailer declared with unwavering conviction and righteous indignation: "There must be an entire mysterious group orchestrating this!"

Otherwise, how could Ryan, a third-circle warlock, and three death priests have been defeated in the small city of First Light?

It all fits together, everything fits together.

Not only that, but the most terrifying thing is that... the honorary saintess of Graydead City, the starving princess 'Melanie', also infiltrated the City of Light for a week.

What did she gain from it?

She said she gained three pounds of meat.

She barely eats anything in Gray City and disdains all the delicious food.

But the curse, which pursues 'hunger' as its faith, gained three pounds after just one trip to Chuguang City. It even distorted the essence of the curse, which shows the terrifying level of the mastermind behind it.

Fortunately, after the saintess returned to Gray Dead City, she stopped eating and had no aftereffects.

Fortunately in misfortune.

Upon hearing this, the legendary investigator suddenly understood and showed an expression of admiration: "I see, I was thinking too narrowly."

Ryan is numb.

He stared at the jailer with the same look he would give a mental patient, thinking to himself that there were still incompetent people in this world.

“Mr. Cavens, you don’t need to look at me with such disdain.”

The jailer noticed Ryan's gaze: "You must be thinking: How could I be so naive as to believe in the absurd 'Living a Relaxed and Slow Life with a Half-Elf Lady' like an ordinary believer."

"In fact, I never believed it—even though it was intelligence deciphered from Archduke Lawrence's letters."

Upon hearing this, Ryan's expression softened slightly; it seemed there was still hope for saving this guy from his hysteria.

The jailer smiled confidently.

Everyone else was deceived, but he alone discovered the truth.

“Since the entire city of Chuguang is under the control of half-elves, then the documents she presented to Grand Duke Lawrence will also be forged!”

The jailer's words left Ryan and the players speechless.

"Without a doubt, this intelligence has been embellished; the truth is far more dark and brutal than we imagine!"

The jailer also woke up.

At the same time, he was also drenched in sweat.

The more you dig, the more you find!

"Even if this is embellished information, it's still terrifying to think about." The jailer said solemnly, "Then just how terrifying is the truth about Chuguang City?"

"The water is really too deep."

The legendary investigator also sighed with emotion.

“My lord,” the legendary investigator said, “I intend to write a ‘Chronicle of Eden’ to expose the conspiracy of the City of Light. Would you be willing?”

"That's great."

The jailer was overjoyed; they wouldn't need to write the confession themselves. Once the kid finished writing it, they could print it into a booklet and distribute it throughout the city, letting the citizens know about Chuguang City's conspiracy.

"Someone, bring me paper and pen."

Ryan found some solace only when none of his followers moved or went to get pens and ink.

It seems that the jailer's men all thought these two guys were crazy and didn't want to serve them. It's like finding a kindred spirit in a stinky place.

"Why don't you go and get it?" the jailer said to Ryan with displeasure.

"Huh? Who?"

Ryan pointed to himself, blinking in confusion: "Me?"

"Of course, you're new here, and you have the lowest seniority."

The jailer said matter-of-factly:

“We all have permanent positions, but you’re the one outsourced, so naturally you’ll be the one to collect it.”

Ryan took a deep breath, then another, then another... He was almost out of breath.

you mean....

You're making up rumors about me right here in front of me, and you expect me to get you paper and pen?

What's the difference between this and an incompetent husband going downstairs to the convenience store to buy a condom?

Chapter 155 Ryan's Great Silence Spell

[You have been muted for 15 minutes by Azure Silver Apostle Ryan Luming]

Ryan secretly cast a silence spell: Let me go downstairs and buy you a condom, you better become impotent first!

The charisma assessment was a complete failure, leaving the legendary investigator speechless.

He died before achieving his goal.

He stared at Ryan in disbelief. "What's wrong, Ryan? Why are you doing this?"

In compiling this "History of Eden," the legendary investigator was prepared to sacrifice his life.

He anticipated many difficulties and dangers, such as being assassinated by the powerful Elf Group or being stolen by the people of the Lightless Territory.

But no matter how much he planned, he never expected that he would be granted access by Lao Lai first.

Why do you need my permissions?

He was on the verge of ejaculation, about to release his pent-up desire, when suddenly he held it back. This feeling was worse than being killed.

The legendary investigator stared at Ryan with a resentful look, then suddenly realized, could it be... there were elven spies in this prison too? If he said it out loud, the information in the Chronicles would be leaked.

This is a stronghold of the Ash Death cultists.

Has the reach of this Elf Group expanded to such an extent?

Ignoring the legendary investigator's gaze, Ryan went to the side to get paper and pen, and sat down on a small stool: "Go ahead and speak, I'll remember."

The jailer cultist thought to himself that Ryan was actually quite shrewd, and smiled at the legendary investigator: "Please share your insights."

The legendary investigator's previous conspiracy theory analysis had already piqued the jailer's interest; once this "History Compilation" was published, it would surely be a bestseller.

The jailer had already reserved the first author position in advance.

The legendary investigator indeed uttered his famous statement: "Aba aba aba."

Ryan wrote in his notebook: Aba aba aba.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

The jailer slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Weren't we working together perfectly just now? How come you're spouting nonsense at this crucial moment!"

"I'll give you one more chance." The jailer's face turned cold: "Speak like a human being."

The legendary investigator stared at the jailer with a look of utter despair. He wanted to speak, but no words came out, and his wrists were still shackled.

He pointed intently to the pen in Ryan's hand, indicating that he should give it to him so he could write something down once the shackles were removed.

"What does he mean?" the jailer asked. "Does he want to write it himself with a pen?"

"Incorrect."

Ryan gave a mysterious smile, lowered his head and whispered in the jailer's ear: "He was trying to commit suicide with a pen!"

Upon hearing this, the jailer's pupils dilated wildly.

impossible!

The jailer's first thought was to deny it.

"Think about it carefully. He has been using false information to deceive you for so long during the interrogation. His will is so firm. He even survived the honey trap. How could he suddenly give you the truth?"

After thinking it over, the jailer realized something was amiss.

“This person without light deliberately leaked some information to lower your guard and gain your trust,” Ryan analyzed. “He then used this information to get the pen, commit suicide by stabbing himself in the neck, and escape from the cage.”

Upon further reflection, the jailer realized it was true.

At the very least, we shouldn't give the pen to this guy.

“That’s what we’ll say,” the jailer decided immediately. “We’ll write it down here.”

The legendary investigator wanted to say something but couldn't get it out; he just kept babbling on and on, and Ryan wrote down another page of babbling.

His finger still trembled as he pointed at the pen.

The more he insisted on having a pen, the more the jailer felt it was deliberate. Why use voice input instead of handwriting? What was this all about?

What a cunning Dark One! If Ryan hadn't warned me, I would have almost fallen for his trick.

"Don't be so ungrateful."

His patience had long since run out: "I've told you before, this is your last chance! You better seize it!"

The legendary investigator was also eager to seize the opportunity, but his silence effect lasted for another ten minutes.

"Someone come here!"

The jailer waved his hand and ordered, "Give him the most severe punishment!"

The so-called "extreme punishment" is the cruelest form of torture in Ash Death Prison. It involves mobilizing all the beautiful women in the prison to interrogate the prisoners. Even the most resilient prisoners cannot last more than five minutes before they reveal the color of their underwear.

At the warden's command, all the ghouls, vengeful spirits, and zombies in the prison rushed toward the legendary investigator.

No, no!

The legendary investigator tried to scream, but couldn't even utter a sound, and could only watch helplessly as he was swallowed by the monster.

...

"Such a hard bone."

Ten minutes later, the jailer showed an expression of admiration: "He was seduced by such beauty for ten minutes, and he didn't even utter a sound, let alone beg for mercy!"

damn it.

The legendary investigator cursed inwardly, "Even when I wanted to beg for mercy, the admin gave me the wrong permissions!"

[Ban ended]

However, things have finally turned around.

He held back from unplugging the cable to get through those ten minutes, for the birth of his great "History of Eden," and this little grievance was nothing.

Merely silencing him cannot kill his pursuit of truth.

Ten minutes have passed, and the one who knows Eden best has returned!

"I'll talk!" The legendary investigator, now free, declared. "I'll tell you everything."

"I'll give you one last chance." The jailer didn't want to waste any more time with him: "I'll give you five more minutes."

The legendary investigator frowned; five minutes was far too short to fully articulate his rich historical narrative.

"Could you give me a little more time?" the legendary investigator asked tentatively.

"No, only five minutes." The jailer's attitude was firm.

"Why?" the legendary investigator asked, puzzled.

"Because I'm off duty in five minutes," the jailer said.

"I see." The legendary investigator suddenly realized.

Five minutes it is.