Chapter 236 04.0235: "Ally or hidden danger?"

The transport boats and more infantry support requisitioned by the navy rushed to the square within the specified time with amazing efficiency.

They brought to the starving people naval biscuits sealed in tin barrels, a long-lasting ration that was in large quantities in the fleet's supply warehouses.

Navy biscuits are made from high-energy ingredients such as protein, starch, sugar, and oil, which are compressed.

Apart from its hard texture that makes it difficult to chew, it is already the most luxurious delicacy in the life of most people in the Lower Nest, and those unemployed hungry people in the Middle Nest will not be picky.

As well as some drinking water, fruits, vegetables and other supplementary food requisitioned from other merchant ships.

The superiors required that the entire distribution process must be completed within two hours.

Otherwise, once the news of the navy distributing relief food spreads, people from hundreds of kilometers around will probably come around to ask for food.

Even the Imperial Navy does not have the ability to feed so many idle mouths. Their supplies also need to be used to supply the ships and feed the millions of sailors and crews on them.

The lesson that "it is not the lack of resources that is worrying, but the inequality of distribution" has been made clear to the people in charge of the navy.

If we don't leave before the news spreads, those who come later after hearing the news and don't get food will probably start a new riot out of dissatisfaction.

The subsequent relief work can be left to the Holy Rose Sisters. The Navy must act quickly this time.

At the scene, naval officers and soldiers and the civilian army maintained a strange confrontation and orderly cooperation, and the atmosphere was dull and weird.

They were indeed cooperating with each other, but no one talked to each other during the whole process, and there was only necessary body language between them.

In contrast, the whispering among themselves about each other never stopped.

The Inquisitor leaned against the truck, smoking a cigarette and keeping watch on his surroundings. His left hand seemed to be placed in a relaxed position, but he was actually ready to use his psychic power to forcibly suppress any signs of dispute at any time.

"So, is she okay? I haven't seen her in so many years."

"Who?"

"Who did you say you were?"

The Inquisitor smiled and took a puff of his cigarette: "Maybe."

"What do you mean by 'maybe'? You don't know her current situation? Come on, you are the Inquisitor, how could you not know the Military Supervisor...?"

Before he could finish, Ravenno pulled him aside and slammed him against the truck, interrupting him.

The Inquisitor looked around warily, and then said with a tense expressionless face: "Watch your mouth. There are some things you shouldn't mention."

"What's wrong with you?" The man didn't buy it. He stared at the judge and asked, "I'm just asking. Didn't she grow up in the orphanage with us? Can't I ask anymore?"

"Your questions could get her killed, that's all I can tell you, that's all."

The judge loosened the man's collar, took a deep puff, threw the last bit of his cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his boots stained with blood and dirt, and crushed it hard.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't mention what you shouldn't mention."

The Inquisitor straightened his collar, glanced around grimly, and left the truck.

"This guy still has such a low EQ, it was the same then and it is the same now. If you don't want to ask, then don't ask. In the end, I'm not the one crying, huh!" The man frowned in dissatisfaction and took a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it.

After the two men left, Horatio walked out of the carriage.

As a courtesy gift to the 'unexpected ally', he had taken some extra supplies from the supplies and given them to the citizen army. He had just been helping them load the gifts into the carriage when he happened to overhear this brief and strange conversation between the Inquisitor and this man.

He keenly captured the term "Military Supervisory Committee Member".

[So, there are people from Ravenno in the Military Supervisory Bureau? And they are secretly working for him?]
He looked at the Inquisitor's back, thoughtfully.

Judging from his reaction, even if I ask him, he won't reveal any information, and may even completely deny this speculation.

This reminded Horatio of what the elderly senior military supervisor had said before, that they were carrying out a top-secret mission.

If he had people in the Military Supervisory Bureau, it would not be surprising that the Inquisitor knew that Farida had gone to the Military Supervisory Bureau, and it was no wonder that he could pat his chest and guarantee her safety.

"So, do you think the Citizen Army is serious?" Horatio walked to Deacon Jonathan and asked as he watched the crowd busy distributing relief supplies from the truck.

“Essentially, they are not much different from the labor gangs, but there are a lot of children in their ranks, that is, young people who still have the conditions to go to school.

This is the only and biggest difference between us. They are very politically ambitious and not satisfied with the status quo. They want the guild alliance to step down. We just want to protect the rights that our workers should have. That’s enough.”

"I heard that many people are in our labor gangs and also serve in their citizen army. How big are they?"

"Very big. Their members may be spread all over the planet, but the area under our feet must have the most. After all, the Governor's Palace and the Planetary Council are both above our area. If they want to cause trouble, I think this area will be hit by another bloody storm."

Horatio sighed, “Although their leader has made promises in this regard, I’m not sure all of their members can really control their emotions.

Once something angers them, most of the members of the Citizen Army will take over, and even if a few of them still want to keep their promises, it will be of no avail.

So, keep an eye on them, and if they make any moves, they must let me know first.”

"No problem, boss." Deacon Jonathan flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and said.
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Three days later, in the Sky Cage, a force field room specially used to imprison psychics.

Inquisitor Ravenor's hands were covered in blood.

He still pulled the Meat-Eater Lord's pale and messy curly hair, forcing the Meat-Eater Lord to look at him. His eyes, with eyelids cut off, were full of bright red bloodshot.

The heretic leader had been deprived of sleep for 78 hours by the ruthless Inquisitor. Even though his body and mind had been strengthened through the blessing, his consciousness had begun to blur.

The hands were deformed and mutated. The claw-like part was cut off by the female interrogator under the Inquisitor, and then every bone on it was broken. Finally, special silver nails were nailed on the tips of the ten fingers.

As long as he moved a little, he would feel physical pain deep in his bones. The judge said nothing and asked nothing. Since he was captured, he had been tortured and tortured.

This made the Carnivore Lord, who knew nothing about the Inquisitor, somewhat at a loss. He had already prepared himself for all kinds of questions, but the current situation was very different from what he had imagined. There was no interrogation, no communication, and the torturers were completely indifferent to his pleas and curses, executing the unchanged instructions like a machine. Facing such a violent maniac, on the third day, he could only feel deep powerlessness and fear in his heart.

When he was not being tortured, he could clearly hear the heart-wrenching screams coming from the cell next door.

These cries would stir up in his body terrible memories of similar tortures, causing him to shiver uncontrollably, which would then trigger the silver nails on his ten fingers, and this cycle would repeat until he collapsed from the pain and could not move.

The Inquisitor silently grabbed his hair and forced his face into the glaring incandescent light.

Then he raised his hand and punched him on the bridge of the nose.

"Ah!!" With a snap, the bridge of his nose broke and the Carnivore Lord let out a weak and hoarse scream.

His unpleasant shouting offended the judge again.

Ravenno twisted his wrist, pressed his head, and slammed it hard on the steel interrogation table welded to the ground, then grabbed him by the hair again and slammed him down again.

At the first blow, blood splattered from the nose on the interrogation table, and the sound of nasal bones breaking could be heard faintly.

The second time, the front teeth broke.

The third time, the forehead started bleeding.

The fourth blow was the hardest. The strange sound of bones breaking spread throughout the interrogation room, and then blood flowed, completely staining the table red.

If a telepathic psychic wants to invade the mind of another psychic, it is best to first destroy the target's will and beliefs. When the consciousness in his heart begins to shatter and he can no longer maintain his mental barriers, that is the best time for the telepathic psychic to infiltrate through the cracks.

Among the many ways to break one's will and beliefs, beating and torture are often the simplest, quickest and most convenient means.

Clarence Ravenore, who rose from interrogator to judge, was well aware of the power of torture.

Seeing that the meat-eating lord's inner will began to collapse, he had an idea.

His left hand continued to hold down the Carnivore Lord's head as it struggled instinctively, while his right hand emitted a faint blue halo of spiritual energy.

"Uh uh uh uh uh..." The Carnivore Lord's whole body twitched, his eyeballs rolled up, and soon blood began to seep from the corners of his eyes. Soon, thin black blood covered the entire table, clearly distinguishable from the red blood that was spilled before, like a black spider web on red satin.

Ravenno's two deputies, the ponytailed woman and the tall, muscular man, were standing behind him.

He had previously instructed the two that if he saw anything bad or made strange movements during his psychic immersion, they should interrupt his psychic immersion in time.

After explaining everything, Inquisitor Ravenno's mental tentacles wandered through the fragments of the Carnivore Lord's memories, browsing his life.

At the same time, in a lounge on a certain floor of the Admiralty.

"Mr. Cochrane, the material you provided is really wonderful and exquisite. It has greatly enhanced my manuscript and made my writing more brilliant." Sir Humphrey personally poured a glass of wine for Horatio and handed it to him.

"Thank you, sir. I just did what I was supposed to do."

"We extracted some very wonderful clips from it and combined them with our precise and exquisite sentences to portray the Gothic Fleet as a savior of the world and the poor."

Sir Humphrey pinched his fingers and sang rhythmically:
"At the critical moment of the riot! The Imperial Navy overcame all objections! Together with the Blood Angels, they delivered food of hope to the people in dire straits! They solved the spiritual and material deficiencies of hundreds of thousands of poor people! They brought the light of hope of the Emperor to those places that were ignored by people in their daily lives! They are truly a model of doing practical things and a role model of serving the people."

That fox-like smile proclaimed the great victories their special team had achieved in public affairs.

[As expected of a senior civil servant, he exaggerated just enough, taking all the credit for the battle to the fleet, leaving the Ministry of Justice and the Sisters as mere foils.] Horatio's smile was a little hard to hold.

After this wave started, the Gothic Fleet now almost always brings a camera crew when performing planetary missions.

Keep the good materials and eliminate the bad ones.

However, at least with the overwhelming publicity on television, news, radio, and newspapers, as well as the Gothic Fleet's fancy photo-shooting in search of more material, senior civil servants like Humphrey precisely controlled the scale and frequency of publicity, inserting it 3 minutes before the start of the "Yes, Prime Minister" series as the opening.

Before watching the latest episode, everyone in Abyss Port, young and old, has to sit in front of the TV and watch the three-minute promotional broadcast.

Its length and content are just right, making the publicity effect more effective with half the effort, as it makes people happy to watch and look forward to the plot.

"Good afternoon, I have good news to tell you, Mr. Horatio." Brigadier General Peru strode over with his bicorne hat tucked under his arm.

"What good news is it that has you come all the way here to celebrate?"

Brigadier General Peru took the wine from the servant and moistened his throat.

"Led by Lord Captain Elphinstone, a total of three senior captains signed your letter of recommendation for commissioned officers. This morning, Lord Admiral Venuska Kataria personally stamped her seal.

This recommendation letter for exemption from examination will be delivered expedited by a warship bound for Sepura-Mundi, and perhaps we will receive a notice from the Star Region Navy Department after some time."

"Really? This is really good and exciting news!" Horatio became excited instantly when the official establishment at the Imperial Star Domain level was mentioned. The busyness and fatigue of the past few days disappeared in an instant, leaving only a more full enthusiasm.

“I heard that it contains many highlights personally pointed out by Admiral Venuska Katalia.

I think there is no reason for the Star Region Admiralty to reject a rookie who is very motivated, has a special resume, has done a satisfactory job so far, and is busy with multiple duties and may not have time to go to Sepra-Mundi to take the naval lieutenant examination. "

"You're right. I have so much to do that I can't spare the time to run from the easternmost part of the Hazy Star Region to the center to take part in a large-scale exam." Horatio smiled bitterly and raised his glass.

"We are making great progress, which is worth celebrating. But we must not let our guard down before we reap the fruits of victory." Brigadier General Peru extended his glass to him.

"Of course, sir. We will focus on our duties! We will not let up."

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