hotmtlnovel Chapter 728 Well Played
Chapter 728 Well Played
A mystical sound resonated through the void prison as Kiin complied, letting a drop of his blood fall onto the peak-grade Orb of Truth.
It was the first time Shye had ever used such a costly item, one he had acquired from the organization's black market for 10,000 gold coins.
Naturally, Shye never took his eyes off Kiin, scrutinizing even the slightest of his reactions to detect any signs of deceit.
Although he was hesitant to resort to such an extreme measure as soul-searching to uncover the truth from his blue-haired "close friend," Shye understood the critical importance of identifying the true Fifteenth Hawkling.
After all, recruiting the wrong person into the organization could lead to catastrophic consequences.
Seeing the orb of truth turn purple, Shye looked Kiin in the eyes with an icy gaze, as though trying to peer through the depths of his very soul.
He then spoke, "So, Kiin Wujin, are you or are you not the Fifteenth Hawkling?"
To Shye's surprise, the blue-haired archer responded without a moment's pause, his answer swift and unwavering.
"No! I'm not the Fifteenth Hawkling! I don't even know who that is!" Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire
After Kiin answered, a five-meter-wide blue mana dome expanded from the peak-grade Orb of Truth, scanning the blood owner's entire body for any anomalies, from his heartbeat to more subtle signs.
Witnessing this, Shye grew more confident that the peak-grade Orb of Truth wouldn't fail him.
It was proving to be worth both its reputation and its hefty price.
Shortly after, the purple liquid inside the orb began to stir—a phenomenon Shye hadn't encountered when using high-grade Orbs of Truth.
He dismissed it as the peak-grade orb simply working its magic, especially since he had never seen one in action before.
After three seconds, the orb finally turned blue, allowing all four youngsters inside the void prison to heave a sigh of relief.
The next moment, the gate opened, freeing the distressed Kiin Wujin.
"Kiin... I sincerely apologize for doubting your words and for putting you in our organization's void prison. As I promised, I will clarify what I meant when I said that Hadean Varsa is working to save the world. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." Shye said as he sincerely bowed towards Kiin, asking for forgiveness.
He must've given his close friend quite the scare, so lowering his head in apology was the least he could do.
Kiin didn't respond right away.
However, he also looked somewhat resentful toward the trio but opted to stay in the prison cell, turning away and seemingly collecting himself as he awaited Shye's explanation.
Unbeknownst to Shye, a hint of a triumphant smile crept onto Kiin's face.
Unfortunately, with the slippery bastard's back turned, he couldn't see the sign he had been waiting for for quite some time.
The subtle hint that Kiin was indeed Fifteenth Hawkling.
'Crowley, Crowley, Crowley... Who would have thought a predicament could turn into a blessing? Truly, the gods and goddesses look after those who adhere to their teachings...' Kiin mused inwardly, thrilled at having deceived his way out of the challenging situation. 'I'm glad I managed to secure a Potion of False Truth developed by my father's researchers recently. It certainly pays to be extremely cautious...'
Nonetheless, Kiin Hawkins was curious about why Shye, who had already reached the pinnacle of the adventurer world, would choose to join a terrorist organization and how such a notorious group could be working to "save the world."
A few moments later, Shye began explaining everything to Kiin as he had done with Seira, prompting a range of reactions from him—at times questioning and doubtful, and at other times appearing enlightened as he seemed to connect a few dots.
In the end, his expression turned grim after watching all the recordings Shye had shown him, his heart conflicted.
He now believed that Hadean Varsa was indeed working to save the world.
However, he refused to believe that his ever-excellent father could have been so evil.
After all, despite being just one of many unofficial concubines and having been cast aside, his mother never spoke ill of his father, even praising his legendary accomplishments and encouraging him to aspire to be such a great man.
Her eyes were filled with nothing but longing, hoping that someday, Dweezel would give her even a small measure of his attention once more.