The cell was dark and damp, with windowless concrete walls on three sides and a barred wall with a visiting window and iron door on the fourth.
A man in prison clothes sat on an iron chair in the middle of the cell, a glaring incandescent bulb hanging above his head.
The room reeked of metal and rubber, making the cement-gray walls feel even more oppressive, sinister, and cold.
This was the interrogation room of Avante City's Prison No. 11. Just a week ago, Southern Legion war criminals and Tyr's servants had been interrogated here.
And now, the prisoner sitting under interrogation was a disciple of the Enlightenment Society.
Two Velander prison guards sat at desks outside the interrogation room, one on either side.
Having no idea what was going on, they still took the guy for some ordinary petty thief. The big man playing bad cop glared with saucer-sized eyes and barked loudly.
"Talk! Name! Age! Organization! And that... where did you hide the Academy's research vessel?" He had only figured out what crime the guy had committed after flipping through the file, but he was completely baffled about what a research vessel even was.
A research vessel?
There wasn't even a sea in Avante City. How the hell had they lost that thing here?!
The reality was that not every Velander knew the Academy inside out.
In fact, most Velanders' impression of the Academy amounted to nothing more than "slugs in the swamps." The little they knew came from snippets in the Southern Legion Victory News.
And it was hard to say how many truthful lines that thing even contained.
Facing the aggressive interrogation, Flynn kept his eyes closed and said nothing. He looked as though he had already given up and had no intention of uttering a