Night.

Prohibition Bureau.

Marvin sat at his desk, lost in deep thought.

The recent phone call still echoed in his ears.

"Marvin."

"General, it's you, salutations!"

"How are things in Wenster?"

"Everything is going smooth…"

"Do you have a young man named Albertine under your command?"

"Yes, General."

"Why, is he outstanding?"

"He indeed…"

"So outstanding that you can't keep him under control?"

"…"

"Marvin, I've always had high expectations for you. You understand the rules, and things like this shouldn't happen under your watch. If you can't control him, I wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson myself."

"General… I know what to do now."

At this moment, the door opened, and Albertine, slightly smelling of alcohol, came to him and sat down.

"What is it, my superior, any orders this time? I'm keeping an eye on those Old Continent guests. Thanks to them, I even took some communion, drank a bit openly. Honestly, we should arrest them too, shouldn't we?"

But Marvin suddenly exploded; he almost leapt from his chair, lunging towards Albertine, pointing a finger directly at his eyes, and began speaking through gritted teeth.

"I warned you, more than once, Albertine, I told you, don't do anything stupid. Why won't you listen?"

"So, what happened?" Albertine shrugged, looking innocent.

"Albertine, you're very clever, and that's why I value you, but your unchecked cleverness is ruining you."

Marvin took a deep breath.

"Do you really think Heisenberg only said that one line before he left? What he originally said to me was 'I never want to see him again'. It was I who vouched for you with my future, otherwise do you think you'd still be here? And what about you?"

Albertine finally fell silent.

"Put down your service gun, your badge, and then go back to your damn apartment. Without my orders, you're not to take a single step out. You're relieved of all duties."

Albertine began to pull out his service gun and badge, preparing to leave, but he couldn't help but ask, "So, are they okay?"

"Get lost."

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Ethan and his group indeed were fine.

After the inquiry ended, they were all sent out of the hotel.

By then, it was already dusk, looking like it would snow.

Ethan and Vincent went home, preparing for a steaming hot meal.

Anya had already prepared, and just as they were about to eat, Klei arrived.

As soon as Klei saw Ethan and the others, he couldn't help but shout, "Why didn't you guys get beaten?!"

However, soon enough, he let it go when he saw the plethora of delicious dishes Anya had made.

As everyone ate and clinked their glasses, finally, smiles could no longer be contained.

Even Ethan revealed a genuine smile.

Klei laughed so hard he almost fell under the table, his recently clogged nose started bleeding again.

Because, they had made it through.

Watching everyone's smiles, Ethan's thoughts drifted back to the night before leaving Saint Kuanti.

"Now there's only one last problem, how to escape, the Kingdom's investigation."

Once things settled, Ethan speculated on the future developments.

No doubt, such a major incident in Saint Kuanti.

Though he didn't know who the King of the Beihai was, being able to receive Saint Kuanti's reverence and even conversion.

Such a being's identity would undoubtedly transcend ordinary understanding.

By then, surely some extraordinary figure would investigate this matter.

As participants in this Saint Kuanti operation, no matter how secretive, they couldn't escape scrutiny.

Especially, Ethan, Klei, Vincent.

Their identities in Wenster were all too obvious.

"No, we can't escape…"

At this point, Huoyan said with a face of terror.

"They will definitely send a high-ranking enforcer with the True Name, people who have absolute examination rights. No one can hide secrets, and we… because we've signed a soul contract, will… die."

As he continued speaking, his face turned completely despairing.

"I can choose not to go back." The shadow said directly.

But Ethan and the others couldn't not go back, unless they abandoned everything they had in Wenster.

The joy of escaping death was completely overshadowed.

Even Ethan didn't have a good solution at the moment.

His 'True God's Name' was undoubtedly powerful, but far from reaching that level yet.

Maybe, they could only try...

"Huoyan, right? Give me paper and pen." Just then, Vincent suddenly spoke.

Everyone was a little puzzled, what was paper and pen needed for now?

Besides, Vincent's image conveyed was of a straightforward brute.

After all, his true name was also Berserker.

But at this moment, there seemed to be no other ideas, so Huoyan pulled out paper and pen from his bag.

They watched as Vincent quickly scribbled something on the paper, finally producing a dense series of formulas and symbols.

Ethan and his group couldn't understand it at all.

Huoyan, however, was watching with keen interest.

"Such a complex formula, are you writing an alchemical potion? I've never seen anything like it before."

"Don't ask, just follow the formula and make it. Can you do it?"

Vincent handed the formula to Huoyan.

"Looks like it can be done, but about the materials... this thing called Blood of Truth, what is it? I've never heard of it, so that…"

As he spoke, Vincent bared a vein on his arm.

"Draw my blood."

"Your blood?"

Huoyan was a bit incredulous.

"Just draw it, my blood is the Blood of Truth."

Finally, everything was ready.

"When you go back, make the potion as quickly as possible and send a batch to us. You can call this potion Blood of Truth. After taking it, it can resist mental and rule-based command influences. Even a Level Seven enforcer wouldn't be able to extract true content from your mouths. The effect lasts for three days."

"So... we can lie?"

Vincent slowly nodded.

"But we must rehearse beforehand; you need to know how a high-ranking enforcer interrogates. Your reactions can't be too false, or the lies won't hold up."

No one had ever faced a high-ranking enforcer.

Only Vincent had experienced it.

So before Solomon came to Wenster, everything proceeded in the shadows.

The potion, facing inquisitorial rehearsals.

There were doubts, indeed.

And Vincent's answer was: "I couldn't possibly harm Ethan, nor could I harm my family. They are everything I love."

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