Chapter 698 - Unexpected Green Light (1/2)

Chapter 698 Unexpected Green Light

Now that the soundproof barrier was established, Johnson knew that nobody would come no matter how loudly he were to shout. Johnson slowly retreated and, looking at Dorothy who writhed and screamed on the floor, said, “Mr. Roland, can you spare her? We’re just nobodies. We didn’t do everything out of our own will.”

Roland sat down and said, “She’s fine. She was only counterattacked when she tried to control me with her talent. She’s not blinded and will recover soon.”

Johnson was relieved.

“You seem concerned about her?” Roland looked at Dorothy who was still rolling on the floor.

Johnson waved her hand. “Not exactly. I simply sympathize with her for her harrowing past. She had finally settled down, until she pissed you off again.”

Roland didn’t consider it a big deal.

He couldn’t believe everything that his enemy said. Everybody could pretend to be miserable.

“If you know that I’m Roland, and that I was coming, you should know what whoever behind you wants to do to me.”

Johnson raised his hands and said with a bitter smile, “Of course. If you want to know, I can tell you everything.”

“You’re giving up already? Are you going to give me false intelligence?”.

“Absolutely not. Our masters have said that if you find us, we’d better speak the truth if we don’t want to die.”

Roland looked even weirder. “Your masters encouraged you to sell them out?”

“Our masters said that you could search the soul and the memory, so lying to you would be pointless.”

“That’s true. Then you can talk.” Roland made a gesture and let him talk. “Why do you want to kill me?”

“I don’t want to kill you; it’s my masters who want to do that,” said Johnson in frustration. “They said that you’re the most talented Mage among the Golden Sons, and that if they kill you and get your body, they might be able to find out how you grew so fast and why you’re so strong.” Heh!

They wanted his body, not to capture him alive.

Was it truly related to the doings of the liches?

“How do you usually contact your masters?” asked Roland.

“It’s a one-way communication. They always come to me.” Johnson shook his head and said, “Also, I don’t know what they look like, because they wear white wolf masks every time they come.”

Well, they were exactly the people who assailed him earlier.

“I was told that you were looking for great poisoners. Was that their order too?”

“The masters have ordered me to kill you, but it was my own decision to look for poisoners!” said Johnson. “The masters are very powerful. I was told that they had a lot of subordinates just like me in many cities. I’m just one of their pawns.”

They were so good?

Roland stood up and gently kicked Dorothy who was still rolling and screaming. “Stop acting. I know you’re not in pain anymore.”

He could sense her mental waves clearly.

Although he couldn’t read her mind, it was very easy for him to determine her emotional and physical status.

Dorothy stood up awkwardly. Her eyes were red and swollen as if she had pinkeye.

Roland stared at Johnson. “Do you have a human organ store? You cut the organs of human beings, and even kids?”

Human organs could be transplanted.

In particular, thanks to the magic power in this world, even ordinary people had much healthier bodies than earthlings.

So, if their organs were cut out and iced, the organs could be preserved for a long time. If a Priest or a Mage “healed” the organs every ten hours, they could even be kept alive in the ice for months.

Looking at Roland’s expressionless face, Johnson suddenly remembered something. His face became frightened and twisted.

Cold sweat quickly popped up on his body. He quickly fell to his knees, his facial muscles twisted by fear. “Mr. Roland, please spare me. I will never do that business again.”

Dorothy looked at Johnson in surprise. She didn’t understand why Johnson suddenly became so scared.

But Johnson knew it very well.

When Roland asked him about the human organs, he suddenly remembered that most Golden Sons were upholders of justice. They usually dealt with villains in one way: death!

Johnson’s teeth were chattering. “I really want to start anew.”

“It seems that there are really kids in your store.”

Roland sighed and performed the alignment test on them.

That was truly a humiliating spell, but humiliation was their last concern at this moment. Roland simply wanted to make sure that he didn’t kill the wrong person.

As he expected… A red glow appeared above Johnson’s head, so red that it was almost purple.

“Goodbye.” Roland laid his right hand on Johnson’s head.

A Thunder Palm burst out.

He wasn’t really adept at the spell, but it was still enough for him to deal with an ordinary person.

Johnson’s body trembled and fell to the floor several seconds later.

Although his limbs twitched now and then, his brains had been boiled.

Such a death wasn’t painful, because the brain couldn’t sense pain. Besides, Roland’s spell was very powerful and Johnson had lost consciousness a moment earlier.

Looking at the lifeless Johnson on the ground, Dorothy covered her mouth and tried to retreat.

She thought that she would be dead for sure too.