Free Web NovelChapter 407: Chapter 407: Prophetic Dream_1
The guest seated on the sofa, Heretic Inquisitor Senior Judge Rebecca, rose from her seat and put on her hat, "It should be in that district, we have leads now, and we’ll be able to pinpoint them soon."
"Your team is always efficient, they don’t stand a chance in this city," Aiden said with a smile.
"Their combat abilities... the mounted police alone won’t do, it’ll have to be the Heretic Inquisitor’s office," Rebecca spoke slowly, "If a conflict arises, casualties may be inevitable."
"Be fully prepared, these are soldiers, and we’re in a city. If they resist, we have no choice but to play hardball, we have the authority... I’ll help out with this too, I have some good people on my team," Aiden nodded.
"You’re going to use prisoners again?"
"Well, when it comes to killing, they are far more professional than the Heretic Inquisitors," Aiden nodded, "Catch the leader first, take out their commander, and the rest will fall apart like loose sand."
"Thanks for the assistance, senior, I’ll take my leave now," said Rebecca, preparing to depart.
"Let me walk you out a bit, you all wait here," Aiden turned to Sera, "Some good news, the Heretic Inquisitor’s office has already caught the tail of those secret police, we’ll have them in custody soon."
After speaking, Aiden escorted Rebecca out, completely ignoring the look of panic that crossed Sera’s face.
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Then the things that would happen next—
Sera suddenly felt a chill.
In the corridor, Aiden escorted Rebecca out of the core area, near the exit used by the prison guards coming and going from work.
"I really appreciate you coming to report on the investigation progress..." Aiden said politely, "And for playing along in this little drama."
"It’s nothing, but why go through all this trouble? We haven’t located those people at all," Rebecca turned and asked. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"Of course they’re not that easy to find; those secret police have skills far beyond any criminals we’ve apprehended before. Plus, they most likely have had their own intelligence network in the neighboring countries for a long time..." Aiden shrugged, "And to tell you the truth, this performance was for the prisoner to hear, to give her a push."
This was also part of the "Dream Making Plan," a part that Aiden had come up with. By recreating the dream scenario in reality, they intended to exert sufficient psychological pressure on Sera, driving her to decide quickly with the ominous suggestion that hesitating could mean losing everything.
From their interactions, it seemed Sera was not particularly cunning or brave. This characteristic made her hesitant to take a risky step and allowed Aiden and his team to easily intimidate her.
To deal with an innocent person, one must use a straightforward approach. This deceptive technique should be effective on her, and the remaining question was whether she was as incompetent as Asenna had described.
"Who is this prisoner, exactly?" Rebecca asked.
"It’s not convenient to say just yet, but you can probably guess... Everything should be made public shortly after the matter is concluded," Aiden raised his hand to indicate she needn’t probe further, "I do plan on using prisoners to help, convey this to the old man for me, with precedents, he should be less resistant."
"He’s already approved, though it’s just verbal for now, the paperwork is still being processed. He told me before I came that you would definitely make this request, so he had me bring you his response in advance," Rebecca said calmly.
"The old man really knows me well," Aiden smiled, but inwardly he suddenly felt uncertain.
Director Harold had anticipated his intention to join the operation against this group of Gestapo-like figures—despite the fact it was not his responsibility.
The old man had clearly sensed something from his most recent involvement in events.
"He also had a message for you," Rebecca paused, "he asked what exactly are you planning to do?"
Aiden was somewhat surprised to receive such a direct message.
"Actually, we’ve all noticed," Rebecca continued, "ever since you resolved the Harvest Mother Cult incident, you’ve been particularly active. The events you’ve engaged in this year aren’t much fewer than those you handled when you worked before. Senior, do you have a plan?"
Aiden was silent; the Heretic Inquisitor’s intelligence network hadn’t loosened enough to miss his unusual activities this year, and Harold wasn’t senile, so naturally he would notice something.
However, the fact that they asked him directly instead of investigating quietly implied that the people in the bureau still held a certain degree of trust in him. Not to mention that Harold once wanted to train "Aiden Galahad" to succeed him in managing the Heretic Inquisitors, and the other superior Judges and the former Aiden basically trusted each other with their lives.
After contemplating for a while, Aiden spoke, "Do you remember? Five years ago, there was a remnant of the Blood Moon Cult who has been at large to this day. I was once attacked by him. After investigating, I discovered that this guy is preparing a blasphemous ritual that requires the death of an enemy—and I am the enemy he has targeted, and he is now preparing to complete this ritual."
"You’re looking into him?" Rebecca was taken aback.
"Yes, after all... my life is being targeted."
"So the recent incidents you’ve been involved with..."
"They’re not greatly related to him, but I can’t say they’re unrelated. I’m collecting some clues. All I can say is that I won’t do anything against my conscience—you can relay that to the old man," Aiden said with an unchanging expression.
"Looking into an escapee from a case five years ago is the work of the Heretic Inquisitors; you don’t have to shoulder it alone," Rebecca said softly.
"Do you think I’m that foolish?" Aiden chuckled.
Rebecca thought for a moment, "That’s true, senior, you’ve always been very composed..."
"I wouldn’t stubbornly act alone on matters that require help. But first, he isn’t active in the autonomous states at the moment. Second, this guy is too dangerous—he has mastered a power even more terrifying than dark magic. Numbers don’t mean much to him; I don’t want to increase unnecessary casualties..." Aiden said calmly, "At least for now, it’s not yet time for the bureau to assist."
"What kind of terrifying power?" Rebecca was a bit confused.
"This matter involves some top-secret confidentiality, just tell the old man that much, he should understand," Aiden replied.
Rebecca thought for a moment, holding back her words, and finally simply asked, "So, senior, you’ve already made a plan?"
"Yes," Aiden nodded.
"Well, that’s it then. Since you’ve said this, I definitely trust your judgment and ability..." Rebecca said with a resigned smile, decisively giving up on prying further, "if there’s a time you need help—"
"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely come to make use of you all," Aiden waved his hand.
"I’ll make sure to pass on your exact words to the director," Rebecca smiled.
"Uh, better not, the old man is sure to flip the table," Aiden said with a bitter smile.
