Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Chapter 250: Interrogation Under Duress

"Plague Believer's home is a villa not far from the hospital, in the wealthy district."

After investigating the deep pit, Movila's crow landed on Loren's shoulder, informing him of the situation on the other side.

"Let's go check it out."

Gwen replied. They didn't have a car now, so they could only walk back. The journey was somewhat long, but it didn't matter to Loren; after all, he wasn't the one walking. He was just going to idle in the background.

The Plague Believer had already returned home and probably wouldn't come out again before tomorrow. Loren had plenty of time. If absolutely necessary, he could go personally. The movie wasn't even finished yet, so time was abundant.

The nights in the Uridia Kingdom were quite beautiful. The moon here was a normal golden yellow and didn't cause creatures to become contaminated. Besides people, there weren't many dangerous creatures outside.

The surroundings were filled with the calls of owls. Owls were the absolute dominant species here, to the point where Loren couldn't see any other birds of prey.

"There are bandits ahead. They tried to attack those two nurses but got counter-killed. The remaining ones collected the corpses and are still lying in wait at the intersection."

"These kinds of people exist everywhere."

These bandits were either people who couldn't survive otherwise or those who wanted to make quick money. But regardless of which type, bandits who successfully harmed others were not good people.Loren didn't have much feeling about this. Having bandits was just fine; he could even seize a means of transportation to save time. So, Gwen didn't take a detour but walked straight towards the place where those bandits were ambushing.

They weren't particularly sad about their companions being killed. They had gathered together for profit in the first place. One more person dead meant more money to share, and a companion's corpse could also be sold for money.

In the eyes of the people of this country, corpses had already been equated with money.

They were all ordinary people, robbing other poor people who didn't have much money. In the vast majority of cases, the money they stole wasn't as valuable as the corpses. They had set out with the intention of killing from the very beginning.

Loren didn't know if this was Aisaco's scheme, making the people of Uridia kill each other. It's just that this had a negligible impact on vampires, even less than killing believers during the Divine War affected the Orthodox Gods. But there was still a tiny bit of influence, which was enough for Aisaco to do these things.

There were many patches of grass by the roadside. As Gwen passed by one of them, four or five people suddenly jumped out from the grass. They held weapons in their hands, mostly machetes, with only the leader holding a crossbow.

Firearms were banned in Uridia. The strongest weapon ordinary people could get was a crossbow.

"Hand over all your valuables."

The leader spoke. His eyes held ferocity but also fear. He clearly understood his own strength. This world had supernaturals. Facing Supernaturals like knights or mages, he had no chance to resist. Every robbery was a gamble with his life.

Gwen didn't speak. She just silently took out a pistol, fired a shot into the sky, and the several bandits immediately knelt on the ground.

"Sir, we were just momentarily blinded by greed. Please spare our lives..."

These bandits knew what was good for them. Leaving aside the fact that they couldn't defeat Loren who had a gun, even if they really killed Loren, they couldn't withstand the subsequent retaliation.

Don't think that just because Uridia's police were useless, with so many people killed every day and them unable to solve a single case, that they didn't know: if they really targeted an important person, the official members would act with terrifying speed.

"Do you have a vehicle?"

Gwen spoke. Seeing there was room for negotiation, the bandit leader hurriedly nodded:

"Yes! We have two motorcycles!"

"Take me there."

"Alright!"

The bandit chief directly threw away his weapon. Seeing their leader do this, the others followed suit one after another. They had survived until now precisely because their boss knew what was good for him, knowing who could be robbed and who couldn't.

During this period, they had robbed quite a few people. The boss had told them more than once that those who looked very wealthy couldn't be robbed. They only targeted ordinary people. If they couldn't get valuables, they could still sell the corpses.

Gwen activated magic. Many plants suddenly grew from the ground, dragging those weapons into the earth.

The bandits began to feel fortunate they hadn't acted against Gwen. Gwen was also a mage. If they had really fought, they would have had no chance of winning.

"We're here. This is our hideout. Our vehicles are right here..."

The bandit leader brought Loren to a small wooden hut. The hut was very shoddy, but it was better than nothing.

Seeing their companions return, the people guarding inside hurried out to greet them, especially since they had brought back a stranger and looked respectful.

"This is our vehicle. I'll fill it with gas for you right away..."

The bandit leader personally found a gas can and started refueling the motorcycle. Someone next to him wanted to remind him of the importance of the vehicle to them, but he had only spoken a few words before the leader slapped him across the face.

"Sir, the gas is ready..."

Looking at the bandit leader's fawning appearance, Gwen didn't respond. Instead, she started talking to the crow on her shoulder:

"Is everyone here now?"

"All of them are here."

At first, they were puzzled about why Gwen was talking to a crow. But when Movila spoke, they realized something.

However, they didn't have time to think about anything else. Bullets pierced through their heads one by one.

As soon as they died, their corpses were sunk into the earth by Abundant Magic. Loren didn't plan to leave any traces. Only then would no one notice anything amiss. This was also the reason Loren hadn't targeted those two nurses.

Gwen got on the motorcycle and headed towards the Plague Believer's home.

...

The Plague Believer at home had just finished making dinner. His dinner was a human leg, directly roasted over fire without any seasoning. The rotting smell on it was the best seasoning.

"Good evening, my darlings."

The Plague Believer carried the dinner plate and sat by the bed, greeting the several corpses on the bed. These corpses were all carefully selected by him: round-faced, hairy-legged, and bearded. He had also meticulously put white socks on these corpses.

He was just about to start his meal when he saw a stranger appear before him.

Gwen had taken off her hood at this moment, transforming into that green-haired, twin-tailed appearance.

"It's you!"

This Plague Believer was from the Canaan Kingdom, so of course he knew who this was. During this period, Gwen had become their nightmare. Her name made all people of the Canaan Kingdom hate her to the bone and fear her to the extreme.

"I have a few questions for you. I hope you can answer them honestly."

At that moment, his "darlings" suddenly stood up, placing their hands on his neck.

"Alright..."