The prison of Silver Moon City is located in the west, near the Mozambique slums.

There are fewer residential areas around here, appearing somewhat desolate, with few people coming and going around the prison.

The prison mostly holds ordinary people and weaker wizards, usually at most some wizard apprentice level.

Because if it's a Level 1 Official Wizard or above, such people, if they commit a crime, an ordinary prison cannot contain them.

Moreover, just imprisoning them would be too wasteful of resources; they're more often used as expendables, for example, in the development of wars.

Doron, because he was involved in matters concerning the Abyss Plane, Pries skipped many tedious procedures and directly brought him to the interrogation room of Silver Moon City's prison.

Herag also stayed behind, ready to observe the interrogation process.

He is a member of Serlandir City, all are his people, so there was no question of leaking information.

In the interrogation room, Doron sat behind the desk, with Pries sitting in front of the desk.

The room was dimly lit, Doron could only vaguely see half of Pries's face, and there were a few others around watching him.

"I will ask you questions, and you will answer. If you cooperate obediently, you will not suffer any torment. But if you lie or do not cooperate, then don't blame me for being ruthless." Pries said coldly.

Doron's breathing was slightly rapid, his heart extremely tense.

He knew this was the territory of Serlandir, playing tough with these people was useless, they would only be tougher than you.

Doron hurriedly nodded: "I cooperate, I cooperate."

"The first question, do you recognize this wooden carving?" Pries took out the wooden carving broken into two halves and placed it on the table.

When Doron saw this broken wooden carving, his heart skipped a beat, knowing things were not good.

He was flustered and sweating on his forehead.

Doron took a look, pretending to recognize it for a while, then said: "Yes, yes, I do, this is a gift I gave to Lady Wendy."

"Hmm, very good, so do you recognize this?"

Pries then placed a test tube containing a Heart-devouring Worm on the table and asked.

"This... what kind of insect is this? I've never seen it before." Doron hurriedly shook his head in denial, he absolutely could not admit it.

The wooden carving was indeed his gift, but he certainly didn't know there was a worm inside. Doron prepared to muddle through.

"Really don't recognize it? This worm was taken out from that wooden carving. It's okay if you don't recognize it, let me introduce it to you. This is called a Heart-devouring Worm, a kind of demon from the Abyss Plane, capable of beguiling minds, turning others into slaves."

Pries spoke each word carefully, each word striking Doron's heart like a heavy hammer.

Doron knew he was doomed this time, but he absolutely couldn't admit it, planning to clench his teeth and deny until the end.

Colluding with the Abyss Plane carries what kind of crime, Doron knew all too well, it's a death sentence he couldn't admit to.

With a blank expression, Doron explained: "Mr. Pries, I... I also didn't know there was such a thing inside that wooden carving. I just thought the craftsmanship was nice, knowing Lady Wendy liked such things, so I bought it for her. If I had known there was such a thing inside, I would have handed it over to you long ago."

"Buy? From whom, when, where, how much, contact the seller immediately." Pries threw a string of questions at him.

Doron's brain was now crashed, reacting slowly, unable to make up anything for a while.

There was no seller, he got it directly from an Evil God in the Abyss Plane.

Doron never thought he would be caught, buying was just an excuse he came up with at the moment.

He really couldn't name a seller.

"I... I..." Doron stammered, unable to speak.

Pries grabbed him by the neck: "Next, if there's another word of lie from your mouth, I'll make you regret coming to this world."

Pries's voice was cold and merciless, making Doron feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his heart instantly chilled.

After saying that, he let go, and Doron's face at this point had already turned red, almost suffocating.

"Cough... cough... I..."

After catching his breath, Doron kept coughing, opening his mouth to try to defend himself.

Pries put his finger in front of his mouth: "Shh! Think clearly before you speak."

Doron shivered, not daring to speak recklessly.

Pries spoke: "We both know what's going on here. The reason I haven't laid hands on you yet is to keep you mentally intact so we can investigate things clearly. If you adamantly refuse to cooperate, then I'll have to let your soul do the talking."

Doron swallowed, knowing he couldn't escape death, bitterly said: "Please give me a quick death later."

"No problem, I have no penchant for torture; I'll let you leave as if you're asleep." Pries agreed without hesitation.

Doron thought for a moment, glanced at the western wall, and said: "I come from the nearby Mozambique slums, I was an orphan since I was a child, always living on the food distributed by Serlandir."

"But that food was only barely enough to survive, there's no hope in the slums, no future in sight. Until one day, an old man gave me a statue, telling me it was a God, and as long as I prayed sincerely to it, I would have everything."

"I wasn't stupid, I knew at the time this was the Evil God Silver Moon City had always warned against. But I didn't refuse, because I was already like this, what more could I lose?"

"I took the statue and smashed the old man's head."

"That night, I successfully communicated with the Evil God behind the statue, it granted me wizard qualifications and taught me cultivation methods. But because my qualifications were too inferior, my progress was limited."

"Later, relying on this Evil God, I started building up from small businesses..."

...

"The statue?" Pries asked.

Doron raised his hand, pointing to his head: "It's inside, every time I meditate, I can communicate with it through this mark."

"Hmm, very good, you were honest and didn't lie, and congratulations on being able to survive for now." Pries smiled.

"R-Really?" Doron was somewhat incredulous, thinking he was dead for sure, not expecting there was a chance to live.

Pries smiled: "Of course, we need to use the mark in your head to conduct some experiments."

This means of communicating with the Evil God from the Abyss Plane, Serlandir will not miss this research opportunity.

The Wizard Plane is not always on the defensive; they also have many proactive explorations and offensives towards the Abyss Plane.

The Abyss Plane covets the Wizard Plane, and the Wizard Plane is no less so, just more cautious.

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