RoleplayNovel Chapter 032: Winning People Over with Virtue
Chapter 032: Winning People Over with Virtue
Open the hatch.
Sister Martha changed into a pure white nun's habit and stood outside the door.
She had long, silver hair and a beautiful face.
The pure white high collar neatly wraps around the slender neck, and the goose down fabric clings tightly to the body, from the shoulder line to the waist, and then extends to the thighs, outlining a graceful curve full of power.
It wasn't noticeable when she was wearing power armor, but now that she's changed into casual clothes, her great figure has suddenly become the focus.
Deyan couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, especially at the full, undulating curves of her chest in the nun's habit; you could feel the fullness even through the fabric.
An angel's face, a devil's figure.
Being proselytized by her must be incredibly blissful.
When it comes to missionary work, of course you have to use the missionary position...
Realizing the blasphemy, Dejan quickly shifted his attention elsewhere.
Wandering through the maze-like corridors of the warship, the reliefs on the walls depict scenes of the Inquisition punishing heretics, appearing particularly somber under the dim lighting.
The air circulation system emitted a low rumble, carrying the smell of metal and purifying agents.
Noticing that the meeting place was an interrogation room, Deyang's heart sank; the visitor was up to no good.
The interrogation room door closed as if a coffin lid had been shut.
Deyang held his breath and stared quietly at the shadowy figure sitting opposite him.
Judge Alonso sat there silently in the shadows, his face dark and inscrutable, putting immense psychological pressure on Dejan.
Perhaps this is the deterrent effect of imperial authority granting special privileges and allowing for swift execution with prior notification.
The judges were directly accountable to the emperor.
Their power is outrageously large.
The truly powerful even dared to threaten the living saint, Saint Sellers.
"Dejan Davent," Alonso spoke, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, "Where are the Star God fragments?"
"...They escaped."
Dejan repeated what he had said to Sister Martha earlier.
"You're lying!" Alonso said firmly, his brows furrowed. "When people lie, their eyes dart around. Although you've done a good job of hiding it, I still noticed that your eyes dartd around four times just now. You're insulting me and questioning my professionalism."
These judges are really difficult to deal with.
Dejan, who had been given a rude awakening, sincerely sighed and focused on managing his facial expressions.
"Your Honor, it's a fact that the fragment is missing. You don't think I have the ability to stop it from escaping, do you?"
Alan was speechless, but his intuition told him that the young man in front of him was holding back.
"Alright, let's put the Star God Fragment aside for now. You said you're a Cadian?"
"Yes."
"All the Kadians have purple eyes, you have black eyes."
Dejan's answer consisted of only four words: "genetic mutation".
"Which neighborhood in Cartier do you live in? Who are your parents? Who are your friends?"
"I forgot," Dejan answered crisply. "I suffered a head injury in battle and developed amnesia. I'll tell you when I remember."
Bang!
A dull thud echoed in the interrogation room as the table was slammed.
The polyps on Alonso's face trembled.
"Aren't you really afraid I'll forcibly search your memories by plundering your mind?"
Mental exploitation can damage the brain.
Dejan was certainly afraid, and what would happen if the judge found out about all the secrets he was hiding?
But he had something to rely on: at this distance, he was confident he could teleport and take down his opponent.
"I saved your life."
"So what?" Alonso's arrogance weakened by a third. "These are two different things. Who knows if you have a bigger conspiracy?"
Deyang was speechless.
To a hammer, the whole world is full of nails.
In the judge's eyes, there were no good people in the world except for the Imperial Guard.
"Don't you get tired of living with such suspicion towards everyone?"
Alonso sneered, "Loyalty that isn't absolute is absolutely disloyal. If you have nothing to hide, what are you afraid of?"
"I don't believe you don't have some secrets you're hiding," Deyan retorted.
"I don't."
"Is that so?" Deyang crossed his arms, a half-smile on his face.
As expected, Alonso fell for the trap and was about to retaliate when he suddenly came to his senses, jumped out of the self-justification trap he had set, and said with a forced smile, "What a cunning kid. It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like this. You're quite arrogant."
Don't think you can impersonate the Emperor's Chosen in front of me just because you killed a few heretics and flashed a golden light in Gondor. Executing you is no different than killing a chicken.
"I saved your life."
"Who exactly are you? Where are you from?"
"I saved your life."
"Is he a psychic?"
"I saved your life."
……
In short, no matter what Alonso says, Dejan only says one thing—"I saved your life."
Alonso was extremely frustrated, but he did not forcibly take over the mind.
His gaze fell on the injury report on the table, where the genetic testing section showed that Dejan possessed completely pure genes.
Uncontaminated and free from any mutations!
The number of individuals whose genes have not been contaminated is definitely no more than three digits across the entire empire.
Each one is very precious.
Its gene template can be used to repair the human gene pool and is an important resource for researching anti-mutation technology and improving Space Marine gene seeds.
It is the most powerful symbol of loyalty.
The Empire has always regarded "human purity" as its core doctrine.
Killing a human whose genes are highly compatible with those of the Golden Age is against the Imperial doctrine, a fact that even the Inquisitors must consider.
But Alonso did not dispel his suspicions about Dejan.
Loyalty at this moment does not guarantee loyalty in the future.
This person is too mysterious, making him feel insecure and unable to figure them out.
The other person kept pestering him, and Dejan's patience ran out, so he reached out and interrupted the conversation.
Since verbal communication is ineffective, only one last option remains.
A duel for honor, where virtue wins respect!
A bat-like back, muscles bulging out in the shape of the Chinese character "德" (de).
Seeing Alonso's expression of deep agreement, Dejan decisively got up and moved his wrists.
"Let's go, find a spacious place, and you can either beat me into submission, or I can beat you into submission."
The two then went to the training ground on the ship.
Someone wants to duel with Judge Alonso.
The news spread rapidly on the ship.
The training ground was soon surrounded by a crowd of whispering people, their scrutinizing gazes constantly sweeping over Dejan.
"Who is this person?"
"I don't know."
"To duel Lord Alonso? Are you crazy?!"
"Lord Alonso is a powerful psychic, a veteran of countless battles."
"Your Majesty, he's in for a rough time."
"You have the courage to challenge Lord Alonso."
"This kid looks ordinary, not very impressive."
……
Alonso, wielding the Thunderhammer, was full of confidence. He had seen Dejan fight and knew that even a Chaos Space Marine would have a hard time.
"I'll give you three moves."
Oh, I see.
The next second, Dejan appeared behind Alonso in an instant, grabbing his mind pulse and psionic crown, leaving scorched marks on the deck from the energy beams.
"No need for three moves, one move is enough."
Alonso froze, his expression incredibly complex.
The training ground fell silent.
The crowd, who had initially looked down on, mocked, and watched the spectacle with disbelief, were now shocked by this scene and gradually developed a sense of awe for Dejan.
Only Sister Martha remained calm, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"I lost." Alonso still had some sense of shame; he was unwilling to accept defeat, but he was willing to admit his loss.
This person is quite principled.
Dejan's impression of Alonso improved, so he released his grip, stepped back two paces, and bowed, giving him ample face.
"I won by luck; in a head-on confrontation, I'm definitely no match for an adult."
Alonso felt much better after hearing this, gave Dejan a deep look, and left with some harsh words.
"Don't be too happy yet. I'll keep an eye on you until you prove your loyalty or show your true colors."
"You are not allowed to leave the Steel Judgment without my permission!"
"As you wish, sir." Dejan looked around and walked towards Sister Martha. "Madam, where is my companion?"
"Company Commander Grove is undergoing prosthetic grafting surgery."
"I mean Pete."
Grove: ? ? ?
"He was detained in the prison area."
Deyan paused, "Why are you locking him up?"