Chapter 1189 (1/2)

Chapter 1189: 372. Am I a genius?_2

Having drunk the Oblivion Potion and forgotten the relevant memories, even if the Pure Light Court utilized a memory-searching spell, they wouldn’t find any clues on him.

Morster did have some experience in this area.

After patiently listening to Lamont’s words, he lit himself a cigarette, and while smoking, said,

“I think I have a clear idea of what happened. I regret the losses suffered by the Pure Light Court. However, though I am a wizard of the Earth Vein Pillar, I only possess the strength of a Third-Circle wizard, and here in the Land of Revival, I’m merely responsible for the internal military affairs of the Empire. I’m afraid I won’t be much help to the Pure Light Court.”

Morster slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Or perhaps, you believe the Death Herald Guild and the Undead Cult planned this incident. If that’s the case, I can indeed share some recent intelligence from the Military Intelligence Section Two.”

Seeing Morster’s frank attitude, Lamont smiled and said,

“We do indeed wish to request a report of intelligence from Military Intelligence Section Two. We would like to know in which locations members of the Undead Cult have recently been detected. Of course, we’re also interested in the movements of the Death Herald Guild, even though they are wizards of the Ulnas Circle.”

“Sure, no problem. Please wait here for a moment. I’ll have the documents brought to you once they’re ready outside.”

Morster knocked on the tabletop with his knuckles and mumbled a few words into the metallic horn.

This horn was a speaking tube; when activated, it could transmit his orders to the clerk’s office next door.

Having arranged for the documents to be sorted, Morster leaned back in his chair and asked,

“Anything else?”

Lamont exchanged glances with his companion, their eyes conveying a challenging smile as he said,

“We need to ask you a few questions. As you answer, my companion will cast a detection spell to verify the truthfulness of your answers. Of course, you’re not a Sin Witch. You have the right to refuse. We won’t insist.”

Morster laughed as if he’d heard a joke,

“Forget it, Lamont. I’m somewhat familiar with the way your Pure Light Court operates. Perhaps if I refuse now, it won’t be long before you’ll come with an Investigation Order and take me to the court for interrogation.”

Morster waved his hand dismissively at the awkwardly smiling Lamont,

“Ask away then. Time is precious for both of us.”

“Let’s begin then,” Lamont signaled to his companion with a look.

The two Light Wizards seated beside Lamont stood up, drew their ivory white wands, and cast a luminous spell that filled the room with golden light.

Suddenly, many golden-white light spots floated in the air around the office.

Lamont sat upright in his chair and asked Morster,

“Please recount the events you’ve experienced over the past seven days, in chronological order, starting from the most distant to the most recent. Make sure to be precise and as detailed as possible.”

Morster, cigarette in hand and with a steady tone, replied,

“There’s not much to say about my affairs. I’ve spent my days either working here or meditating in my room. But since you’ve asked, I will certainly provide you with a definite response. Let me think carefully…”

“Huh~”

Morster exhaled smoke, beginning his anecdote from seven days prior.

After a full hour had passed, Morster had finished recounting his activities.

The small floating light spots showed no anomalies.

Lamont’s companion gave him a slight nod, indicating that Morster had not lied.

Lamont himself possessed “Lie Perception.”

Throughout, he did not hear the symbolic bell that indicated the other party was lying.

However, this did not mean Morster was without issue.

The fact that the detection spell and “Lie Perception” detected nothing simply meant that what Morster said was true; it did not mean he hadn’t deliberately omitted anything.

Therefore, Lamont asked,

“Did you omit any information?”

Morster shrugged,

“Of course. Some issues involve the royal palace, you know what I mean. I can’t possibly spill all my father’s affairs, right?”

Lamont still did not hear the bell.

He continued,

“Does the information you withheld pertain to the theft case?”

Morster rubbed his chin, realizing that Lamont was more tenacious than he thought and that he needed to offer something to deflect the suspicion or sooner or later they would unearth the fact he’d taken an Oblivion Potion.

“I’m not certain if it’s related to the theft case,” Morster tapped off some ash from his cigarette,

“How about this, I’ll take out the object in question and you can make a judgment for yourself?”