Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 842 - 161

Imperial Prison.

It hasn't been this lively here for a long time.

The Forbidden Guard and the Imperial Army have gathered here, creating such an oppressive atmosphere that the prison guards, who were accustomed to shouting and boasting, didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Because today the prison had received a few high-profile individuals.

The hero, Solan.

And the Chancellor of the empire, Balmon-Margaret. When the Chancellor was brought in, he was in a terrible state, having lost an arm, his face ashen from blood loss, nearing unconsciousness. Upon his arrival, the Eldest Prince's attendants immediately called for the prison medical staff to the interrogation room.

This is their specialty, in this prison where torturing prisoners is a delight, the medical staff encounter many bewildering wounds every day, a missing arm is not considered a serious injury here.

Balmon's condition soon stabilized, but the prison guards thought that fainting might have been easier for him.

Because the Eldest Prince's attendants had also invited people from the Judicial Court, those skilled in various interrogation techniques, whose daily work involves studying torture methods. Almost all the horrifying tortures of the Silver Radiance Empire were created by this group, and the prison guards were all too familiar with these fiends wearing human skins.

Even the toughest person, once caught by these people, wouldn't take long to confess everything they know.

"So composed, Chancellor."

With the entourage surrounding him, the Eldest Prince strode into the interrogation room, casting a disdainful glance at Balmon's hastily bandaged arm, "Did you truly think you could orchestrate another Violet Commune right under the Royal Family's nose?"

The Eldest Prince was very displeased with Balmon's current expression.

No matter if he was facing the Father King, the Forbidden Guard, or the Judicial Court, this man hadn't uttered an extra word from the beginning till now.

He could already foresee his fate, yet his eyes showed only calmness.

"Do you believe those remnants would storm the prison to save you?"

The Eldest Prince sneered, "Ethan, the Lindong Witch, Miss Red Hair, or those rebels from the gutters?"

He hadn't shut his eyes the whole previous night, but every bit of his meticulous work was worth it, as now was the moment he reaped the spoils," It won't take long before they're all brought here, and I'll save you for last, to let you witness them being executed... just like when they executed your father back then."

The night was still long, they still had ample time before the interrogation started, and he could leisurely tell Balmon some things about his father.

"Oh, by the way, your father was also brought here once; he spent about a month during his imprisonment, and during that time, many remnants of the Violet Commune attempted to rescue your father through jailbreak."

At this point, the Eldest Prince deliberately paused, saying, "After seeing those rescuers tortured to death right before his eyes, even a person like your father broke down mentally."

The Eldest Prince spoke slowly, hoping to see some change in Balmon's face.

He hoped to see Balmon weeping and begging for mercy like those prisoners locked away in the cells, but throughout, Balmon's expression remained unchanged.

"No worries, Balmon, they will make you talk."

The face of the Eldest Prince turned sullen as he signaled to the people cloaked in white outside, their faces hidden beneath hoods, and these ghostly individuals entered the interrogation room silently, setting up the room with excellent coordination, placing those strange torture instruments that even the Eldest Prince hadn't seen before, neatly on the table.

The notorious members of the Judicial Court.

The white cloaks bore the emblem of the judicial power of the Silver Radiance Empire, which nominally counts as one of the most respectable jobs in the empire, but the members of the Judicial Court were accustomed to hiding their faces under hoods.

They did not want others to see their faces.

Because even among the nobility, the tortures they created were despised by many, only those with utter malice could come up with such tormenting methods.

Once their appearances were revealed, no matter where they went, people would look at them differently.

"Let's see how long you can keep that toughness."

............

Meanwhile, in another cell.

"Damn it, why is it acting up now!"

"Quick, find a way to stop the overseer, if we provoke the Prince, we'll all get in trouble!"

"There's no time, bring the food over quickly!"

This commotion occurred a quarter of an hour after Solan was brought in, the frantic voices of the prison guards as Solan fought through his pain, propping himself up in the cell, and he saw the guards scuttering like headless flies, and the "food" they referred to.

Those guards opened several cells and dragged out the screaming prisoners.

The prisoners seemed to understand their impending fate, clinging desperately to the iron bars of the cells, until the guards smashed their hands with clubs, crushing their bones, rendering them unable to resist further; amid cries and pleas, the guards took them away.

Among those guards, several suddenly stopped their gaze on Qina, who was locked in the same cell.

"Look, here's a fair-skinned woman."