Aaron leaned against the wall and looked at the golden sunshine falling above his head, feeling complicated.

He was taken to prison by the city defense team, but he was not subjected to the expected abuse.

Captain Colin not only asked him for a doctor to apply medicine for his injury, but even provided him with three meals a day in prison.

Although the food is a little bit simpler, it is still vegetable soup, white bread, and even jerky bacon.

From Aaron's original memory, the quality of such food is far better than that of ordinary people for three meals a day, and for the original owner, the down-and-out nobleman, it is rare to see it once a year.

In most cases, the original owner can only eat hard black bread, and sometimes it may not be guaranteed to have three meals a day!

Sometimes Aaron even wonders, is it the same treatment for prisons in another world?

Or is his identity as a down-and-out nobleman effective?

There is also a reason why he was locked in jail.

Captain Colin also explained to him specifically that because he had received an advent ceremony and was also a ritual of the hidden human-faced rat sect, the prophets needed to conduct a ritual inspection of him.

In this world, prophets or fortune tellers can not only rely on astrology to predict the future and obtain certain pictures of the future, but also build rituals to detect identity.

Even if the ritual of detecting identity is quite cumbersome, the detectable results are supremely correct.

Although the almighty wizard can use spells from certain schools, it can also simulate the prophet's abilities to achieve similar effects.

However, the magician's school of spells will be deceived or distorted, which is far less direct and easy to use than the prophet's ability.

The profession of the Dharma Lord may not require the support of the official kingdom, and the predictor is almost born with the official.

In a sense, the identity of the prophet is even higher than that of the Dharma Master.

In this world where extraordinary abilities are rampant, the prophets themselves have almost no frontal combat ability except for auxiliary abilities such as prophecy.

Just as Aaron was thinking about it, he heard another sound of footsteps.

Alice and Ed walked to his prison room with a man in a gray-yellow linen robe.

Aaron subconsciously walked forward.

"He is the passing prophet, Lord Sartre, today we will verify your identity for you." Alice said coldly, "If you are just a sacrifice involved in the sacrificial event, you can go out safely, but if you are not..."

Ed pulled out his one-handed sword with a cold light at the right time, "If you want to resist, please hurry up."

Looking at the unconcealed murderous intent in the eyes of the two, Aaron subconsciously shook his head.

Isn’t it just to prove your identity, just prove it casually.

Aaron looked at Sartre, who was standing aside and silently.

He seemed quite young, and he felt that he was less than thirty years old. Although his appearance was ordinary, his eyes that seemed to contain starlight were particularly noticeable.

Sartre pretended not to hear the warning from the two, but poured out a little blue powder from the bag hanging around her waist.

It seemed that the azure blue powder was a bit precious. After thinking about it, he actually poured some of the powder back into his bag, leaving only a symbolic little in his palm.

At this time, he muttered, "According to the agreement, you are going to help me find someone. I don't want to get involved in your incident."

Alice nodded and said softly: "We are also looking for someone to come to Leiden City. Since you need it, we are certainly willing to serve the master."

Alice knew this very well, and in fact, unless necessary, prophets rarely use rituals to verify their identity.

On the one hand, the prophets were able to identify cultists without conditions, while on the other hand, they were also targeted by cultists and were likely to die in an assassination.

For example, the premiere of Laden City died in an assassination, which was a fanatical believer of an unknown ecclesiastical group.

This is also why Aaron was locked in prison and had sex for several days.

It takes time, even luck to find a new prophet.

If the prophet Sartre had not entered Leiden City today and registered his identity, I'm afraid Alice and the others would have really considered how to verify Aaron's identity.

Looking at the powder in Sartre's hand, Aaron couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "What is this?"

"Psychic powder is used to communicate the stars in the sky and your soul. Under the witness of the stars, your spirituality will be exposed naturally."

Sartre spread the powder in his palm and came to Aaron, took a look at Aaron, and then blew a light breath.

The azure blue powder immediately muddled Aaron's face. He subconsciously waved the powder, but the powder disappeared in a flash and directly dissipated into the air.

At this time, Sartre took out a transparent crystal ball the size of an orange from somewhere.

As the psychic powder disappeared, the crystal ball was coated with a layer of crystal blue, and several magic spells could be seen flashing in it.

"He does have a strong aura of cult. If there is no mistake in judgment, it should be the human-faced rat cult?" Sartre looked at Alice and asked a question.

Before Alice could answer, he said to himself: "The concentration of breath has far exceeded the amount of participation in the ceremony. Given that you are talking to me about an advent ritual, I suspect he has become a human-faced rat that has occupied his body."

He glanced at Aaron casually and looked at Alice: "I'm just explaining the facts."

When he heard this, both Alice, Ed and Aaron's face changed.

What does it mean to just explain the facts? You are already suspicious!

Aaron was numb, and he opened his mouth but didn't know how to explain.

After thinking for the past two days, he could probably guess that the black smoke that day was actually a kind of soul body.

But this unlucky soul body has become the system's startup energy.

But he must not explain this to Alice and the others, nor do he know what to say.

How can people from another world understand magical systems?

Ed drew out his sword again, stopped calling the prison guard, and directly slashed the iron chain as thick as a thumb on the wooden door with one sword, suddenly opened the door, and strode in.

This time, it was no more intimidating than before. Aaron clearly saw the unconcealed murderous intent in his eyes.

He subconsciously took a few steps back, but the small cell could not squeeze out the extra space.

The accident came too fast like a tornado...

I'm dead, I'm going to kill me!

System ancestor?

System grandpa?

System dad!

...System son!

Aaron's seniority is getting higher and higher, but the system has never responded.

Ed was very conscious and had no unnecessary nonsense. While vigilant about possible counterattacks, he raised his hand and made a sword.

He knew very well that the enemy in front of him would likely release cult spells while he was not paying attention, especially the human-faced rat cult. Almost everyone would have several tricky spells in his hands.

You can't give this cult in front of you any chance.

Ed was quite confident in his swordsmanship, and this sword blocked all Aaron's dodging space.

This person will die!

But at this moment, the few people heard a scream: "Don't do it!"

Aaron only felt a light blue light shield in front of him. The sword that Ed was determined to win only cut through the light shield, leaving a deep sword mark on the wall behind him.

The sparks burst out at some point splashed on Aaron's face, and the slight sting made him feel the pressure of death again.

Death is like the wind, always with me.

As soon as he traveled through time, he was presented as a sacrifice to an unknown existence, and was almost beaten to death by an old comrade in his seventies or eighties. He squatted in the cell for only two days and was even chopped down?
Chapter completed!