Ch 150: Confession

These ferocious gendarmes were holding a row of nuns dressed in black and white nun’s habits.

Lorin, watching the interrogation from a separate room, took a closer look and recognized the nuns as those from the Nicea Church he had visited that day.

“Sister Agnes, what in the world is going on here?”

“Let me go, you rude fellows! God will not forgive you!”

Upon seeing Agnes bound to the interrogation chair, the nuns immediately lost control of their emotions, weeping and crying out for help.

“God, save us!” Some nuns even began praying devoutly to the sky.

At this time, Agnes’s face also showed clear anxiety. A flicker of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes, but it quickly returned to calm.

However, this momentary subtle change in expression did not escape Kurt’s sharp eyes.

Kurt’s lips curled into an extremely wicked smile. He stepped forward, forcefully pinched Agnes’s delicate face, and said viciously.

“See, you bitch! My pack of wolf cubs only took one night to turn your church upside down. Not a single nun could escape, hehe…”

Agnes gritted her teeth, her lips tightly sealed, but her fiery eyes seemed to want to grind something to pieces.

“Hehehe.” Kurt let out a chilling, bone-chilling laugh.

“Let me ask you one last time, tell me honestly where you got that Apophis Mech?”

Kurt pressed closer, glaring fiercely at Agnes.

However, Agnes remained tight-lipped, saying nothing.

“Very well, since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Seeing this, Kurt’s face became even more ferocious and terrifying. Then, he raised his arm, and roared at the pack of wolf-like gendarmes behind him: “Wolf cubs, get on it! We can feast today!”

“Hehehe!”

The gendarmes, upon receiving the order, immediately became like starved beasts, revealing greedy and lewd smiles.

They stretched out their dirty hands, lunging at the poor nuns. For a moment, screams and cries echoed incessantly.

“Ah!” One nun was roughly grabbed by the hair by a gendarme and pulled back violently. Another nun was surrounded by several gendarmes, her clothes being torn wantonly.

They struggled desperately to resist.

“Let me go, you shameless beasts!”

“God will punish you, you will all go to Hell!”

“Aaaaaah, no, let me go.”

Lorin, sitting in the interrogation room’s separate compartment, frowned at the scene.

But Olivia, sitting next to him, was calm and collected, as if she had seen it all before. After all, for her, obtaining the intelligence from Agnes was more important right now.

Lorin couldn’t stand it anymore; he abruptly stood up from his chair.

“What’s wrong, Lorin?” Olivia asked.

Lorin took a deep breath and said to Olivia: “Aunt… no, Marshal, I don’t think continuing this interrogation will be productive. Let me try.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Lorin replied, “At least I’m sure I can get Agnes to talk.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Olivia nodded in agreement.

Lorin left the interrogation room’s compartment and entered the interrogation room.

“Stop, all of you, stop!”

The gendarmes paused at Lorin’s words, but still looked to Kurt for instructions.

Kurt snorted coldly and gestured for the gendarmes to stop.

Agnes, sitting in the interrogation chair, looked at Lorin with surprise. But then, her gaze fell upon the enormous mirror in the interrogation room, and she instantly understood: the mirror was a one-way transparent glass, with the interrogation room’s compartment behind it.

Kurt walked up to Lorin and asked, “What is it, His Highness Lorin?”

“Marshal Olivia has agreed to let me interrogate the criminal. Have your men release those nuns.”

Although Kurt was resentful, he still signaled for the gendarmes to release the nuns. The nuns hurried to Agnes’s side, embracing tightly.

Lorin walked toward Agnes and knelt down. Before he could speak, Agnes spoke first.

“Lorin, you truly are the Son of the Saint. I was praying in my heart for someone to save us, and then you came. It’s truly God’s blessing.”

Lorin frowned slightly, sighed, and said softly, “Agnes, don’t say those things, let’s make a deal.”

Agnes looked at Lorin with alluring eyes. “What kind of deal?”

Lorin said slowly, “You’ve seen the situation you and your sisters are in; it’s no different from a wolf’s den. I can guarantee the safety of your sisters, but I want you to tell me how you got the Apophis inside the Iron Maiden Mech.”

Agnes was silent for a moment, pondering, then slowly said, “Fine, Lorin, I will confess. But I not only want you to guarantee the safety of my sisters, I also want you to grant me one request.”

Lorin looked doubtful. “What request?”

Agnes blinked her extremely seductive eyes. “Release my hands first.”

Lorin looked at the surrounding gendarmes, then at Kurt. Kurt shrugged indifferently. So Lorin ordered the nearby gendarmes to untie the ropes on Agnes’s hands.

Agnes moved her wrists, then suddenly reached out and hugged Lorin, pulling him into her embrace.

Kurt and the gendarmes behind him immediately pointed their guns at Agnes: “What are you doing? Let go of His Highness Lorin!”

However, Lorin raised a hand, signaling that he was fine.

Agnes hugged Lorin, gently rubbing her face against his ear.

“This is my request, just let me hug you, my dear Son of the Saint.”

Agnes hugged him for a long time, until Lorin forcibly pried her hands away, and she reluctantly let him go.

“Is that all?” Lorin said helplessly.

“Yes, I’m willing to confess. And I hope you’ll release my sisters.”

Lorin clenched his right fist and placed it on his chest. “I swear on my father’s name that these innocent nuns will leave safely.”

Olivia, watching from the interrogation room’s compartment, smiled slightly. “That youngster Lorin, just like his father, is a natural woman magnet.”

Then, Olivia waved her hand and said to her attendants, “Quickly, record Agnes’s testimony.”

“Yes, Marshal.”