Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 897 - 183: My Grandma Sent Me Here_2
"The Border Administration Bureau wants you to come over. They arrested a Bazatous believer today and think you might be able to interrogate him."
The young man said respectfully.
"Got it."
Solari waved his hand.
Two minutes after entering the cathedral, Ethan changed his plans because he unexpectedly bumped into a young priest pacing outside the bishop's door. He hadn't anticipated there would be further developments after the fake believer explosion incident that morning.
He wanted to see who dared impersonate Old Ba's follower.
Ethan gladly took over the young priest's position in a manner befitting a church newcomer, allowing the young priest to go home for some family emergency.
A few minutes later, refreshed Solari came out and signaled to Ethan waiting at the door with a glance, saying, "Let's go."
With Solari leading the way, Ethan slipped into the Border Administration Bureau effortlessly.
The place where prisoners are held in the Far West is noticeably different from the empire. The cells are covered inside and out with magic whose purpose is unclear. Standing outside the window, Ethan got a clear view of the attacker's full appearance.
His head was wrapped in bandages, seeping blood, and his face was battered and bruised by law enforcement with a hammer.
But the burly man's expression was somewhat subtle.
Not filled with hatred and anger as Ethan had envisioned, but cheerfully fixed to the chair, looking around.
Seeing Solari arrive, the officials from the Border Administration Bureau rushed over like they had found a savior.
While they were distracted in conversation, Ethan made eye contact with the burly man in the interrogation room and gestured a victory sign. The burly man, evidently not recognizing him, responded like a schoolboy through the window, making faces with Ethan.
This guy really has a big heart.
Ethan admired.
To him, carrying explosive crystals to attack the border checkpoint was as calm and easy as being called to the teacher's office for not doing homework.
"Bishop, this prisoner... his situation is somewhat unique."
The expression of the border checkpoint official was peculiar.
He was one of the few attackers recently captured alive, and he openly admitted his identity during interrogation, answering all questions from the interrogators with frankness. It could be described as quite cooperative, yet... whenever they met his "wise" eyes, they questioned the credibility of his answers.
"You should personally interact with the prisoner."
Though Ethan hadn't received an invitation from the official, he calmly mingled into the interrogation room, standing at the door as a guardian.
The officials looked puzzled at Ethan several times, wanting to speak but swallowing their words.
According to the bureau's regulations, Ethan, as a "small fry," was not qualified to enter the room, but the young man's expression was too composed and confident, like he had been invited by Bishop Solari as a crime investigation expert.
Moreover, this young man blocked the staff behind him once inside the room with Bishop Solari.
This guy's an expert.
The officials and staff exchanged glances, already regarding Ethan as a real detective.
"Are you a follower of Bazatous?"
Solari seemed never to have seen such a calm and composed follower of Evil God, asking.
"I think I am."
What kind of answer is this?
Solari was even more puzzled.
"Why do you believe in Evil God?"
"Because grandma said that Bazatous' followers can regenerate lost limbs if they die in an explosion." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
The impeccable answer made Ethan secretly give the burly man a thumbs up.
He now understood: this guy wanted to become a human bomb, blow up, and then resurrect in place, thus deciding last-minute to believe in Old Ba.
Even Solari, who has dealt with countless followers of Evil God, was speechless for a good while.
In the past, followers of Evil God who fell into the hands of the Church Court knew they were on a doomed path and would mock Life Divine Teachings from their perceived righteousness, met by Solari's ruthless rebuttal. He believed all followers of Evil God caused innocent casualties for their so-called righteousness, even according to their standards, Solari could refute them into outrage.
But this attacker?
He's a straightforward guy, and what he said was true.
Indeed, many fanatical followers of Bazatous can regenerate severed limbs.
Solari thought briefly, deciding to bring the debate back to familiar territory and use known experience to dismantle the other's justification, "Why did you attack the border checkpoint?"
"My grandma sent me."
Again, the interrogation room fell into prolonged silence.
On this day, Solari finally encountered answers that caught him off-guard.
Previously, faced with his sharp questions, answers from followers of Evil God were either scornful of Life Divine Teachings' hypocrisy or beliefs that their Evil God would bring real happiness to the world.
Except for this person.
He wasn't even for Celestial Father, but sent by his grandma.
"Your... grandma, where is she?"
"Dead."
"How many of you are there?"
"Just me and my grandma."
The conversation fell into a logical loop, Ethan saw Solari's expression gradually pained, this widely experienced bishop seemed to be trying hard to determine if this burly man was indeed a follower of Evil God.
Ethan roughly understood why the border bureau officials threw this hot potato to the bishop.
The so-called sincerity is the ultimate weapon, the attacker being overly cooperative led the bureau's interrogators not even using torture techniques.
