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"No." The brother and sister answered in unison again.

The Flame Man was speechless.

It is the military advisor who has been giving advice to the Second Prince all this time, and it comes from a special race called the Lava Region.

He is born with a very high IQ, but is not welcomed by his tribe.

Frustrated, it decided to leave its homeland and find a place where it could display its talents.

By chance, he finally stood here and became the military advisor of the second prince.

"But he must be related to the Giant Fish. We can start from there."

The eldest princess expressed her own opinion.

"Then send someone to look for him. Next, we need to prepare for the dying counterattack of the Third Prince's loyal subordinates..."

The Flame Man began to formulate a plan in a clear and logical manner.

……

On board the Giant Fish.

Glenn looked through the information his intelligence organization had collected about the Church of Truth so far.

The former poisonous fish lady, now Domona, stood aside, quietly waiting for Glenn's judgment.

"Why has the Church of Truth become so low-key? Haven't we found out what conspiracy they have?"

Glenn asked with a frown after reading the intelligence.

There was very little suspicious information about the Church of Truth recorded in the documents on hand. If Glenn had not known that this was the Church of Truth, he would have thought it was a law-abiding organization.

"I'm so sorry!" Domona bowed without saying anything. "This is indeed all that my organization's men have been able to collect. Please forgive my incompetence!"

Seeing her like this, Glenn knew that the information on it was true.

He had asked the Mask of Precognition in advance, and the latter also said that it could not predict any major actions of the Church of Truth in the future.

This is very strange.

He looked like he was going to do something big in Bayek before, but he became so honest after being reported by Glenn. This is so wrong.

Putting the documents aside, Glenn asked Domona to find him a suitable cabin for interrogation.

The latter agreed and took Glenn directly to a cabin decorated like a prison cell.

After locking the door, Glenn immediately opened the crack, took out the fake prince and threw him on the ground.

The latter was still naked, but there were many bloodstains on his fair skin, which were the result of the wolf monsters' prank.

The fake prince still had that tough look on his face, without a single tear falling. He was like a poisonous snake that could stand up and bite back at any time, and he stared at Glenn as soon as he came out.

Domona was somewhat displeased that the girl on the ground was so disrespectful to Glenn and frowned slightly, but she didn't dare to say anything unless Glenn spoke.

"Do you know the Precognitive Mask? It's a thing that can predict many things. I just used that thing to investigate you, but it turns out that even the Precognitive Mask didn't know that you were a female. That's really interesting."

He actually used the insulting word "mother" to refer to himself. The fake prince's eyes showed more hatred, but he still said nothing, as if he was going to glare Glenn to death.

When she heard the name of the Precognitive Mask, she looked at it with a hint of disdain, as if she knew that thing couldn't spy on her at all.

Glenn observed every expression of the fake prince, quickly read out a lot of information, and began his own interrogation.

"First of all, I can confirm one thing. You have an extraordinary Jedi origin. Your mind is completely different from what you should have at your age. Let me guess, your soul is a very extraordinary existence, right?"

The fake prince didn't react to these words, except for a slight flicker in his eyes.

Glenn smiled. "And the way you look at us mortals is like looking at a group of...dirty bugs. I have seen this expression more than once in this world, mostly on the faces of gods..."

The fake prince's eyes trembled for a moment, but he still covered it up very subtly and just asked:

"Have you ever seen a god?"

Glenn picked his nose and said, "I haven't seen it before."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers at the fake prince, which instantly made veins pop out on the fake prince's forehead and he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

Such rude and ungraceful behavior is most likely to break the fake prince's defense. Glenn just gave it a try, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good.

He chuckled twice. "But judging from your reaction, you do seem to have some connection with the gods. Are you the reincarnation of some unlucky god?"

Although the fake prince did not know the meaning of the new word combination "reincarnation", he knew what Glenn wanted to express from the above context, which made him no longer calm.

"The ridiculous fantasies of ignorant mortals, perhaps you would be more suitable to make up a story."

The tone was very stiff and I knew there was something wrong right away.

Glenn was instantly certain of his opinion. "You've been exposed now. Tell me, which god are you? Oh, no, judging from your behavior, you probably didn't choose to be like this. You were killed by other gods, or something. In short, you are a loser. Tell us your story and make us laugh."

After a series of extremely sarcastic words, the fake prince broke down again and wanted to rush up to bite Glenn, but was quickly tied up by Modona and turned into a caterpillar.

He just twisted his body on the ground and screamed hysterically:

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! Ah——!"

The louder she yelled, the wider Glenn's smile grew.

The fake prince was even more humiliating. She hated it so much that fate was unfair. She was of such a noble status, but she had fallen into such a situation.

After a long while, the fake prince suppressed his surging anger and silently told himself that he must not break down again.

It is even worse to let the other person see your ugly side.

"You still don't want to tell me, right? Fine, then let me show you what hell is like!"

Glenn felt that he had played enough, so he prepared to use inhumane torture methods to force out the information he wanted.

Modona stepped aside.

The naked girl, trapped like a caterpillar, looked at the figure of the young man enveloping her, knowing that he was going to torture her with those ridiculous mortal methods.

The souls of gods are countless times higher than those of mortals, and their endurance is unimaginable, so she is full of disdain for Glenn.

Glenn didn't care about the other party's contempt. If you want to destroy a person's strong will, you need to use the right medicine.

I believe the same is true for such a unique god.

Domona, who was standing by, thought that Glenn would physically torture this strange girl first, but he didn't.

Under her astonished gaze, Glenn suddenly turned and left the cabin. After a while, he returned with something covered tightly with cloth.

Glenn squatted in front of the fake prince with the bag.

Although the latter was still disdainful, there was a slight uneasiness in his eyes.

Glenn opened the cloth-wrapped object and found it was a pile of hot pig manure.

"If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll make you eat it."

Glenn smiled evilly.

Domona remembered that when Glenn boarded the ship, he ordered someone to buy a pig on board. Now she understood why.

She gagged a little at Glenn's words.

Pigs are also synonymous with low class in this world. Glenn's actions are undoubtedly the ultimate insult to the fake prince's spirit and soul.