He Infiltrated the Place (Continued)

After finishing their maintenance work for the day, the special personnel responsible for maintaining and repairing these Purification Knights walked out of the dark castle behind them in groups.

Living in such a depressing environment for a long time has made their mental state not very good, and now even going out for some fresh air is a rare relaxing activity.

"That concludes today's work..."

"It's all over, and there's only a patrol mission left in a little while. I wonder when this will ever end."

The two sat on the steps and began to chat idly, each taking turns saying a sentence. Their eyes were fixed on the distance, where dozens of Purification Knights were patrolling nearby, along with the black walls and the yellow desert in the distance. However, compared to before, there were a few more plants on this scorched land, which made it seem more vibrant.

Watching these green shoots grow, they were filled with emotion.

The distance from here to Camelot is neither too far nor too close; it's located relatively close to the desert, towards the direction of the Pharaoh's Grand Temple. It's an outpost situated on the enemy's attack route, effectively defending against the Sphinx's army. It can be considered Agravaine's advance defensive preparation for a future battle.

There are many such "fortresses" on the land that was originally called Jerusalem. They were all built one by one by Agravaine according to his own plan and had different uses.

Of course, the place they were in was not only responsible for preparing supplies for the knights and observing the enemy outposts, but it was also the most heavily guarded of the many prisons built by the Agravaine. If a soldier was assigned to work here, his life would be "blessed". His life would be no different from spending time in prison with the prisoners. And the two of them were such unlucky but fortunate souls.

"Speaking of which... do you know about the prisoner that Agravaine brought back not long ago...?"

Since it was time for fresh air, the two soldiers no longer needed to be so dutiful, so they sat on the steps and started chatting openly.

"Oh, that assassin was from the Mountain People's side, right? I remember after the Holy Selection that day, Tristan killed an enemy named Hassan of the Drunken Mist, while Agravaine captured another Hassan who intended to assassinate the Lion King. But I really didn't expect this..."

"What didn't you think of?"

"I don't understand what those Mountain People are thinking. They actually appointed such a young girl as one of their leaders and even sent her to assassinate the Lion King. Those guys definitely have some problems with their brains. No wonder they always clashed with the priests in Jerusalem."

"Yes, heretics are really hard to understand, but actually, Agravaine is even more terrifying than that girl..."

One of the soldiers seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said with lingering fear.

The moment Agravaine's name was mentioned, even the soldier who was chatting with him immediately changed his expression. He shrank back, carefully looked around, and then lowered his voice to speak.

"Could it be... that you witnessed Agravaine's torture methods before?"

Upon hearing about Agravaine's interrogation methods, the already pale-faced soldier shuddered as if in a nightmare, and cautiously answered.

"I saw some. Earlier, Agravaine asked me to take the Purification Knights had just been inspected, to arrange the defenses. When I passed by the interrogation room, I glanced at it out of curiosity, just a glance out of curiosity..."

"In short, I remember that when the girl was captured, she was still very energetic and had a very strong will. But when I saw her for the second time, Agravaine had cut away all the flesh from her body, leaving only a skeleton with skin. Her eyes looked like they had been gouged out, as empty as a dead person's. Because of that scene, I haven't eaten all day today."

"Ah? This is truly terrifying... No wonder he's known as the interrogation expert who can make hippos talk. Iron-Blooded Agravaine lives up to his name. How did we end up working here? It would be so much better if we could stay in Camelot and serve the Knights of Gawain. So—that little girl named Serenity Hassan is dead? After all, judging from your description, even if she were Heroic Spirit, she couldn't possibly be alive."

"No, she didn't die, and that's the scariest part."

The soldier shook his head and continued, "That Serenity Hassan has an exceptionally strong will. Even after being tortured like this, she has not revealed the information that Agravaine wants to know: the 'Prophet of the Mountain People' and the 'enemy who invaded Camelot yesterday.' So Agravaine began to use Magecraft to heal her, just to keep her alive, and then continue to torture and interrogate her... Today is almost the seventh day."

"Well..."

At this point in the conversation, the two soldiers sighed and silently mourned for the Serenity Hassan. After all, they felt a pang of pity for him, who had been tortured so horribly.

However, they mostly felt that Serenity Hassan was doing something futile.

No one in this world can withstand Agravaine's torture and interrogation, whether they are devout priests, brave soldiers, or even Heroic Spirit. They will one day cry out to Agravaine for mercy, choose to submit, and ask him to grant them death. The only difference will be the condition of their bodies.

From the moment that purple-haired girl was brought in, her fate was sealed; all she was doing now was prolonging the pain her body was enduring.

But that's really unexpected...

"No matter how much Agravaine asked about the Mountain People's Prophet, the girl said she didn't know, and her tone didn't seem to be faking it."

"After all, they are well-trained assassins... Although they look very young, they are much stronger than us."

"What kind of Prophet are you talking about? I remember the Prophet in Islam scriptures communicate with the saints of Christianity, right? Could it be the legendary one..."

"Shut up! Although we used to live in Jerusalem, that's all in the past. Since we've chosen to live a life of ignominy, we might as well abandon our faith. I don't want to be arrested as a traitor by Agravaine."

When this sensitive and dangerous topic was brought up, one of the soldiers immediately stopped him from continuing the discussion.

Whether it's the resurrection of Jesus or the reincarnation of Moses, it has nothing to do with them now.

After all, they had already surrendered when Jerusalem was captured and became Camelot's soldiers, also known as the mortal auxiliary army.

Even if Saint were to reappear, they would still be beyond redemption, since they were already traitors when they surrendered.

"Forget it, we're not disciples, much less devout believers. We were just trying to make a living in Jerusalem before, and now we're practically Judas. Even if the Saint returns, our fate will only be hell. Let's just live for now and try to survive. Small people shouldn't think so much."

"Yes, let's just work honestly. At least when we submit to the Lion King, we can at least eat our fill and continue to eke out a living."

"Yes, this is the tragedy of ordinary people..."

Realizing that time was running out, the two soldiers sighed and stopped talking, no longer discussing the future of the world, and prepared to go back to work. But as they were about to leave, one of the soldiers suddenly noticed a familiar figure walking towards them in the distance.

"Ah... Agravaine!"

Upon seeing that familiar Sima face, which looked like someone owed him tens of thousands of dollars, and that set of jet-black armor, the two soldiers immediately tensed up.

However, the 'Agravaine' who appeared from the corner had already walked up to them. He then simply glanced at them, and his serious and terrifying aura made them stammer immediately.

"You, what brings you here...?!"

Even though it was time for fresh air, their legs still started to tremble uncontrollably when they faced Agravaine.

"Just out for a stroll."

Agravaine nodded, then gave the two soldiers a serious look and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry about me, you can continue your guard duty."

He simply said one sentence, and then Agravaine swaggered in front of them.

"Wait...! Waaah!"

The soldier beside him was about to call out to Agravaine, who was about to pass by, but his comrade immediately covered his mouth with his hand. Only after Agravaine's figure completely disappeared behind him did he release his hand and breathe a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?! That Agravaine is obviously suspicious, isn't he? After all, standing guard is the job of the Purification Knights, Agravaine couldn't possibly not..." one of the soldiers said anxiously.

"Stop yelling, I know better than you that it's fake."

Another soldier tapped him on the head and then spoke calmly.

"Agravaine is still in the interrogation room, how could he possibly be here? After all, I just came out of that area."

"Then why...?!"

"Keep your voice down, you idiot."

"How much does Agravaine pay you a month? Why are you risking your life for him? Do you believe that even if you sound the alarm, Agravaine won't reward you? He might even question you for not risking your life to stop him. He might even arrest you and interrogate you too. Do you want to go to the interrogation room for a walk?"

When the guy tried to yell at him, the soldier who saw through everything pulled him into a corner.

"Don't forget how many people died when that Cursed-Arm Hassan broke in last time? Those assassins are far more terrifying than you imagine. Seeing their faces means we're not far from death, idiot. I'm only saving you because you're someone I know. Anyway, that terrifying guy just now would have killed us all in one strike. Take my advice, go back to your posts and hide, just pretend nothing happened. After all, standing guard is the job of the Purification Knights, we just need to act like nothing happened."

"Wonderful..."

Upon hearing this, another soldier, who had originally intended to shout loudly, nodded in sudden realization.

"Kill me... you won't get any information from me."

Deep within the dungeon, only the flickering candlelight provided some illumination to the pitch-black room. Serenity Hassan's slender body hung upside down from the dark ceiling, several black chains binding her delicate wrists and ankles. Her body was covered with countless wounds, from which large amounts of bright red blood seeped.

"I'll admit it for now, you've lasted the longest in this room, but you must understand that it's all in vain. I will not let you die until I get the information I want. This room has the King's blessing, and the Lion King's divine power will heal you, preventing you from easily succumbing to death. The poison in your body will also be weakened, and as long as I don't touch you, there will be no risk."

Agravaine's face was gloomy. He threw the iron whip in his hand, which was stained with salt water and blood, on the ground and looked up at the Serenity Hassan above him with great hostility. Although she was a girl, her willpower was something that even he was ashamed of.

He absolutely needed to get the most accurate information from Serenity Hassan.

From some of the Mountain People Tristan pursued, he learned about the Prophet Mountain People among them, but he could never figure it out. At first, he thought that the Prophet referred to Moses, who was summoned at the same time, but later, with the unveiling of the veil, it turned out that the guy was not Moses, or even Heroic Spirit, but a human.

The Lion King called him the Child of God, the star representing humanity, and the Prophet of the Mountain People, and told him nothing more.

Realizing that the other party was a traitor who commanded the fighting power of several Knights of the Round Table and Hassan, Agravaine could not ignore such a threat.

He acknowledged that the other party, together with the Lion King, purified the land's resentment, which was truly great, deserving of the title of Child of God; even if not a saint, he was now one.

But the thought of the other party's pact with the Lion King to destroy Camelot made Agravaine incredibly nervous.

He thought of the poem mentioned in the prophecy.

He then used the extraordinary book "Huangji Jingshi" that he had obtained from the Lion King to observe the celestial phenomena again at night, and this time he saw an ominous prophecy.

The celestial signs indicated that the Child of God might drag the Lion King down from his pedestal and plunge him into the abyss; he was the most terrifying being. He tried to see more clearly, but the stars were completely in disarray, and he could see nothing at all.

Mordred's disappearance, the covenant between the Child of God and the Lion King, the rebellion of the Knights of the Round Table, the appearance of another King Arthur, and the Magic King's attack on Camelot—

These are all things he needs to consider. Apart from Mordred's disappearance, which is fine, the others are all huge threats.

During this period, Agravaine had pushed himself to the point of trying to work 25 hours of overtime every day, but even so, things still kept piling up.

The matter of the "Child of God" in particular kept him up at night.

No sooner had Rovey left than the Magic King stormed into Camelot with the Demon God Pillars, wreaking havoc as if searching for something. This couldn't possibly be a coincidence. Thinking back to the glimpse of the future he had seen by observing the stars at night, Agravaine knew that all other questions could wait. He had to find out the information about that Child of God.

This is why Agravaine treated the Serenity Hassan so cruelly, because the other Hassan were either dead or in hiding.

The people he knew about, such as Kai and Percival, had disappeared again. This girl was his only source of information, and he had to get the information he needed as soon as possible.

Even though this guy's willpower was terrifyingly strong, and no matter how much he was tortured, he kept saying, "I don't know," he absolutely couldn't give up.

He was the Lion King's most useful knight, the necessary evil of Camelot. No matter how cruel or ruthless he was, he would protect everything in his own way, even if his sins would never be forgiven and he would eventually fall into hell—this was the belief of his iron-blooded Agravaine.

"Child of God, your Prophet, now tell me everything about him."

After a brief moment of thought, Agravaine pulled a brand-new instrument of torture from the furnace—a red-hot branding iron—and walked back to Serenity Hassan, asking the same curse-like question.

"Musa, Isa, correspond to Moses and Jesus respectively. But that guy is neither. I sent people to search through all the books, but I still couldn't find any records or stories about him. But the threat he posed, and the miracles about him, appeared when I wasn't with the king."

"I don't know what kind of being it is, and it's too late to investigate now. I want to hear from you all the information about the Prophet of your order, whether it's recorded or hidden, tell me everything about their abilities and deeds. The more information I have, the closer I can get to the truth—come, this is your closest chance to liberation."

"I don't know, you can't get any information from me...kill me."

Torture had robbed Serenity Hassan eyes; she could no longer even focus her gaze. All she could do was repeat the same phrase she had uttered countless times.

"You're as strong as ever. I couldn't see any signs of you lying. I almost fell for your lies. Very good, Serenity Hassan... I acknowledge your strong will."

"Now, will you talk or not?!"

"Aaaaaah—I don't know, kill me."

"Still trying to deny it? I'm asking you, are you going to talk or not?!"

Agravaine pressed the branding iron against her body, the terrifying temperature instantly scalding the Serenity Hassan's chest until billowing white steam rose, and screams echoed in the room. However, just as he was about to continue with new instruments of torture to begin the interrogation...

--Bang!!

Suddenly, the dungeon door was forced open, and a soldier rushed in, panting.

"Agravaine——!!"

"What's up?"

"An intruder has broken into the fortress! And they're impersonating you!!"

"Disguised as me?"

Agravaine's expression was somewhat strange as he glanced at the Serenity Hassan behind him.

He remembered that the guy behind him also had the ability to disguise himself. He didn't expect that another one would come. It seemed that he had come to rescue her Hassan. This was perfect. The more Hassan he captured, the greater the chance of getting information out of them.

"Please explain the situation in detail. How exactly did he disguise himself as me? What are the specific details? And how did you find out?"

"That's right." The soldier nodded, then began to describe it vividly. "Although the intruder who impersonated you looked exactly like you, his demeanor was different."

"Charm? Hmph, indeed, it's easy to imitate appearance, but it's very difficult to imitate temperament. Someone like me, an iron knight who has traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, is impossible for those assassins to imitate."

"No, it's mainly because he's not as gloomy as you, always wearing a 'face like someone owes you millions' that makes him easy to recognize."

Agravaine: "..."

Although the soldier explained it very clearly, Agravaine felt an urge to hit him for some reason.

"Continue with the details of the disguise. Did the other party use special abilities to disguise themselves, or was it simply makeup?"

"By the way, his disguise looks like this." Upon hearing the order, the soldier in front of him suddenly raised his hand and swept it across Agravaine's face. In an instant, his face and armor changed to look exactly like Agravaine's.

"Hiss..."

Upon seeing this, Agravaine froze on the spot. He was all too familiar with that face; it was his own.

It seems that the intruder's disguise skills are indeed incredibly strong and should not be underestimated.

"Understood. Purification Knights to arrest him immediately..."

Wrong!!

After a brief pause of about two seconds, Agravaine's mind, which had been foggy from working too much overtime lately, suddenly came to its senses.