Female Novel
Chapter 62
Chapter 62: 54. The truth of the crime
Translator: 549690339
Two guards held Noland Lee up from his left and right, escorting him into Sergeant Pim’s tent, and
placed him on a chair fitted with shackles.
Noland Lee’s wrists and ankles were both secured by metal cuffs.
The electric shock collar around his neck was firmly attached to a magnet on the back of the chair,
making it impossible for him to turn his neck.
Sergeant Pim waved his guards away and walked over to his desk, sitting down. His eyes, hidden
behind the lenses of his glasses, showed no emotion as they stared at Noland Lee as if he were a
dead man:
“Sin Soldier No. 888, I’ve looked at your file. Real name, Noland Lee Jarvis; you used to be a History
Assistant Teacher at Bowerthain City College. I’ve heard that you history buffs consider yourselves to
be intelligent and keenly intuitive.
I suppose you’ve noticed my disdain for you and that I intentionally target you. But can you guess why?
Go on, Sin Soldier 888 – tell me your thoughts.” Before Noland Lee could open his mouth, Pim raised
his hand to stop him and then continued:
“Drop the forced panic act, Sin Soldier 888. I specialize in internal investigations and have studied
psychology – I can tell if someone is genuine or fake from their micro-expressions. You’ve done an
excellent job at pretending, good enough to fool those without professional training, but not good
enough to fool me. I advise you not to lie to me. Otherwise, every word you say might be a reason for
me to execute you on the spot.”
Noland Lee’s expression became serious as he realized just how hard it could be to deal with
professionals.
He steadied himself, dropping the panic-stricken act and calmly saying:
“Alright, Chief Officer Pim, since you’ve already said all this, let’s be frank with each other. You asked
me why you regard me as an enemy. At first, I didn’t know, but something Corporal Mars said gave me
a clue.”
“What did he say?” Pim asked, with an air of arrogance.
“Fuel. The fuel for the burning magic protective shield.” Noland Lee replied.
“Impressive, Sin Soldier 888.”
Though Pim saw Noland Lee as an enemy, he couldn’t help casting him an appreciative glance:
“I’m sure Pig Cook must have told you why he despises you, right?
“The Death Herald Guild sees itself as the precursor of death and the sole harbinger of death within the
Empire. The members of the guild cannot tolerate outsiders learning the undead runes.
“I thought your answer would be related to the Death Herald Guild.
Soldier 888, I’m somewhat interested in you now, and you might have the chance to work for me.”
Noland Lee remained calm under Pim’s gaze.
He spoke evenly:
“Any illegal force has significant financial expenses, and the Death Herald Guild is no exception.
“Aside from illegally expanding its reserve members within the Empire and extorting money in the name
of death, you all must find a stable, long-term financial backer.
“Many businesses within the Empire can afford this. But only one company would be upset by the
Imperial Army attempting to modify the undead runes.
“That would be the Weston Group, which mainly deals in fuel and chemical manufacturing.
“Am I correct, Pim? It’s your sugar daddy who asked you to prevent the Imperial Army from modifying
the undead runes, isn’t it?
“If the modification of the undead runes indeed removes the magic protective shield, then the Imperial
Army will no longer place such massive fuel orders from the Weston Group. The Weston Group will
suffer a significant loss, and consequently, the Death Herald Guild’s operating funds will be drastically
reduced. That’s the real reason why you all despise me.”
Noland Lee shrugged slightly:
“I can see it now. I, the most easily strangled Sin Soldier, either die now or join your Death Herald Guild
and thoroughly destroy the plan to modify the Undead Runes. Then, like garbage, I’ll be discarded by
you. Either way, in the end, it seems I can’t escape death.”
Noland Lee looked at the solemnness on Pim’s face, knowing he had guessed correctly.
Pim was a member of the Death Herald Guild.
The Weston Group was indeed the financial supporter behind the Death Herald Guild.
The “Broken Coffin” plan.
Broken Coffin, Broken Coffin.
This coffin was not simply a magic protective cover shielding the Spirit Pivot.
Those complex chains hidden beneath the water, based on the magic protective cover, were also
dragging the Tatis Empire into a coffin of death.
How pathetic and lamentable.
Noland Lee went on:
“I’ve thought of more than that, Pim. The tragedies that befell my parents, brother, and sister, as well as
my own debts, were all orchestrated by you, right? Your goal was to force me, a young history assistant
teacher with no experience or connections but top-notch academic skills among my peers, into the
Imperial Army as bait.”
“Once I started modifying the Undead Runes, it meant that the fish you wanted to catch had taken the
bait. That was the first step in your plan. The next step is to bring a pitiful person like me into your fold
and turn me into a servant who you can use and send around, capturing everyone involved in the
‘Broken Coffin’ plan.”
“Clap clap.” Pim applauded, “A wonderful speech.”
He gave a faint smile, picked up the comb from the table, and spoke as he tended to his hair:
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Pim put down the comb, slowly unbuttoned his cuff, and rolled up his sleeve while saying:
“Alright. We’ve talked enough, Sin Soldier No. 888. Whether or not you
compromise is not important to me. As long as you’re still in the Suffering Borderland, you can’t escape
my scrutiny. Your patience and principles will be crushed by suffering one day. By then, I’ll naturally
appear before you and guide you towards a brighter future.”
Pim rolled up his sleeves to his elbow, revealing his well-defined and proportionate forearms.
He pulled open a drawer and took out a tray filled with bottles and jars, then proceeded to mix somenovelbin
kind of potion in front of Noland Lee.
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After preparing the potion, Pim held a bottle of yellow elixir and approached Noland Lee:
“You’re lucky not to bear physical suffering. But that doesn’t mean you can escape my interrogation.”
Pim’s left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Noland Lee’s cheek, using his thumb and index finger
to open Noland Lee’s mouth.
He poured the elixir into Noland Lee’s mouth and confidently laughed:
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