Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 155 - 144: Priest’s Professional Skill Training of Beloved Teacher_1

The second floor of Lichtenstein Castle.

At the time of dusk, the corridor seemed to merge into the darkness, with the only light coming from a line of old chandeliers hanging in the middle of the corridor.

The castle’s trees and distant cliffs seemed to disappear into the foggy windows on either side of the corridor.

The young master of the Business Association and the knight siblings from the Canberra Kingdom, along with Frey who had returned, were preparing on the first floor to receive the Earl.

And before the arrival of Count Paluocas of the Blood Clan, the rest of them also had important matters—

That is, to coax the captured Goddess Officer of the Rebirth Church and extract complete information about the Shadow World from her.

Lanci said that he is not good at interrogation. He is kind-hearted and cannot stand to see others suffering.

Though the three clergy had been fighting cultists for years, they never conducted any interrogation.

Defeating these unpredictable cultists was challenging enough, let alone capturing them alive.

Even if captured, these clergy were not allowed to process cultists privately, because there had been cases where they interacted too much with cultists, and ended up falling into corruption unknowingly.

However, with professional legal guidance provided by Mr. Lawyer, in the Shadow World, if the Resurrection Believer is captured, they could perform any interrogation on a cultist under self-protection!

Therefore, to make up for the vocational skills of the three clergy, Lanci invited an expert to guide them.

...

Outside room number 202, where the captured Goddess Officer of the Rebirth Church was being held.

"Executioner, you’ll be responsible for the torture, Priest, you’ll be in charge of healing, Mr. Paladin, you’ll be responsible for confession. Don’t ask any questions, just gag her mouth first, and practice on her for a full hour. No matter what she says, do not stop the torture. I’ll come and personally ask her after that."

A girl’s voice echoed in the corridor. Her grey hair shimmered under the weak light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

The Great Love Poet stood in the center of the corridor. Behind her was a historical painting, as if it was telling an ancient and mysterious story.

"Why do we need to interrogate in this manner?"

The three clergymen couldn’t help but ask in confusion and distress.

If you don’t ask questions while torturing, isn’t this purely torment?

Although the Great Love Poet was a summoned entity of the demon department, since she was appointed by Mr. Lawyer as the training teacher, she must be an expert.

Even if the Great Love Poet was not a summoned entity but a true member of the Demon Race, the Church of the Goddess of Destiny would treat her equally. After all, there were examples of Demon Race clergy in history.

"Don’t underestimate the Elite Devotees of the Rebirth Church. She must have received professional anti-interrogation training. To handle such prisoners, we need a long or short process of interrogation before the prisoners confess," explained the Great Love Poet.

The Great Love Poet sighed and sat directly on the window sill nearby, explaining to the three clergymen. She was elegant and solemn, full of a charm that was hard to distinguish between angel or demon,

"I call this long process the ’prisoner’s dignity’."

"So since the prisoner will keep quiet for a while, we can just gag the prisoner first without any problems."

"Interrogating while torturing is an inefficient way of interrogation. This will only make the prisoner feel that they still have some chips, and there is room for negotiation."

"As interrogators, we must make the prisoner understand a principle—information doesn’t really matter. She can choose to speak or not, but severe punishment will always be in place. She has no dignity or value in front of us!"

"And you must remember one thing, what a first-class interrogator really needs to give to the prisoner is not pain, but fear..."

"..."

Listening to the Great Love Poet’s instructions, the three clergy were filled with conflict and worry.

"But Miss Lan Fu, is this really what we, as the clergy, should do?"

After listening to the instruction of the Great Love Poet, the Priest couldn’t help but ask.

Although they could understand the teachings of the Great Love Poet and also found them quite reasonable, considering that they were clergy of a good and orderly church, they feared that learning this taboo-like interrogation theory would violate the doctrines.

The more they listened to the voice of the Great Love Poet, the more they felt their hearts shake, and the more they feared they would stray from the correct path.

"The gods themselves are cruel. They can’t interfere in the world, but they kill one person through the hands of another."

Seeing the confusion of the three clergymen, the Great Love Poet gently curled her lips and murmured in a gentle voice,

"The gods would certainly like to do so. They are always doing that, aren’t we made according to the nature of the gods?"

Her whispering was full of temptation, like an unresolvable curse echoing in the ears of the three clergymen.

"Cruelty and torture should be perceived as a form of love, because you can’t control who you fall in love with... So it’s not your fault. Everything is just to implement faith, and nothing more."

"So that’s what it is... This is love..."

The three clergymen murmured, their eyes filled with chaos, as if they gradually understood everything.

They began to walk out of confusion, and what replaced it was a renewed fervor for faith!

...

Lanci and Hyperion were observing from a nearby corridor.

"Lanci... Are you sure it’s okay!?"

Hyperion felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her chest. Lanci might be committing a huge sin!

"Providing professional and reliable skills training services to clergy is a kind of charitable deed. You don’t have to worry about the quality of teaching."

After briefly auditing the open class of the Great Love Poet, Lanci signaled Hyperion that they could leave.

The Great Love Poet always had some inexplicable talents. Although she looked like Talia in appearance and race, everything else was different.

It could only be speculated that the magical material [Poem of Pity] gave the Great Love Poet too many strange characteristics.

"..."

As Hyperion walked away, she couldn’t help but look back at the Great Love Poet’s teaching of the three clergymen.

This installment of the Shadow World was titled "Sanctuary Evil Banquet," but it’s actually "Purgatory Corridor Academy II," with five days of intense training from the principal.

Hyperion was just praying that on the trip to the Northern Continent to look for Bishop Asksan of Nirvana, where she and Lanci would fake their identities during the winter break, they would not run into these three clergy.

She could already imagine these people with Lanci’s anthology, singing the international song, propagating that only. by combating cults could they save the Northern Continent.