"Name."

Young Yuri sat behind his desk in the interrogation room, looking at the scarlet veteran sitting across from him with a slightly nervous and pretended calm expression.

The veteran, perhaps prepared enough for his presence here, turned his head to look at the furnishings in the room, occasionally looking at the rest of the room.

Behind him stood on either side of him were arbiters from the Inquisition, dressed in red standard armor, who watched over him. to prevent him from doing anything wrong.

"I say! Put your name on it! Your position! Which legion are you from! Who is your superior?! ”

Annoyed by the veteran's disregard for young Yuri, he lets out an angry shout to attract the veteran's attention.

The veteran glanced at the young prosecutor, who subconsciously touched the robe under his neck, but he touched it empty. He looked down at his body, and then realized that his armor and all his equipment had been removed, and he was wearing only his shirt and pants.

The veteran touched the beard on his chin and rubbed his wine trough nose before he spoke to the immature prosecutor in front of him.

"How long have I been locked up?"

Yuri's brow furrowed, and he said in a disgruntled voice, "Soldier, answer my question. Here you can only say what I ask you to say! ”

The veteran shrugged his shoulders at the young prosecutor and said nonchalantly, "Arrant, sergeant, from Squadron B of Wing C of the Second Regiment, and my superior is Second Lieutenant Carupo, the leader of the detachment. ”

"Good!"

Yuri nodded, tugging at the somewhat tight scarf around his neck, then flipped through the parchment scroll with Arrant's name written on the table in front of him, comparing them with his words.

"Do you know why we asked you to come?" Yuri asked him as he checked his profile.

"Your Excellency, how do I know what you are looking for me?" The veteran Arrant rubbed his nose and said helplessly, "I was brought here by you just when I was resting, and I went to the bar for a drink." ”

"I haven't even come home yet."

Arrant looked at Yuri with some confusion, "When can't you drink during the break?" ”

"Did you follow Ensign Karoupo to patrol the front line of Brill the night before?" Yuri looked at the patrol watch in his hand and asked the veteran.

"Yes." Arlante nodded, "My teammates and superiors can testify for me. ”

"So good!" Yuri slapped the parchment roll in his hand on the table, and the corners of the veteran's eyebrows twitched unconsciously.

"According to this patrol list, every time you patrol, you pass by a fixed location? Is it? Yuri asked him, holding the form in his hand.

"Yes." Arrant's face was no longer as careless as before, and his expression became solemn.

"You're going to stay there for a while, right?"

"Yes."

Yuri slowly got up, the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously, and his heart became excited because he had caught the foot of the veteran in front of him.

"So, can you tell me where you went during your break?"

The veteran was speechless for a moment.

Yuri put his hands behind his back, and in order to hide his nervousness and excitement, he looked at the hesitant veteran in front of him without blinking.

"Tell me, where have you been? Your teammates told me that you left the party alone and that you would only come back when the team was about to leave. Yuri took out pieces of parchment from the table behind him and dangled them in front of the veteran, "These are the testimonies of your teammates, who confirm that you do leave alone for a period of time each time. ”

"Now, then!" Yuri looked at the veteran expectantly, "Where did you go then?" ”

Arrant looked at the ground without saying a word, his face gloomy. Maybe it's because of the testimony of his teammates, or maybe it's because of something else.

"Sergeant Arrant, you are a smart man. You should know what it means to deceive your superiors, so don't try to deceive me. Yuri casually spread his hand, and a hazy light appeared in his hand.

"The Light will discern whether what you say is true or false."

The veteran looked carefully at the hazy light in his hand, and then he sighed and said, "Well, I knew that sooner or later I would be planted on the wine. ”

Arrant shook his head and rubbed his wine trough nose again, looking up at the young prosecutor's expectant face.

"I avoided the others during the patrol break, just because I wanted something to drink." Alrant drooped his head, "I'm just a little addicted to alcohol, and I'm sick without it." ”

"I violated military discipline."

Looking at the godless veteran sitting in his chair, Yuri was slightly disappointed in his heart, this was not the answer he wanted. So he tried to ask, "Is that all?" ”

The veteran looked up at him stunned when he heard this.

"Can someone prove it for you?" Yuri looked at the veteran sitting in the chair with his arms in his arms, "For example, your teammates, your superiors. ”

"Drinking alcohol during a patrol is a violation of military discipline, so how could I possibly let anyone else know?" Arrant shook his head, "Unless I want to go to confinement." ”

"Then it can't be helped." Yuri shook his head and deliberately looked at Arrant with pitiful eyes.

"What do you mean?!" Hearing the inspector say this, the veteran instantly felt that something was wrong. "Wait! You don't think I'm a spy of the undead, do you?! ”

Recently, the entire Crusader has been screening for undead spies that everyone is in danger, how could he not know! Many soldiers and officers were taken away by the inspectors and never returned!

Thinking of this, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on Arrant's body, and he anxiously defended, "I really just went to drink!" It's true! ”

"Then explain how you managed to keep the smell of alcohol out?"

"Nothing special, I once drank before a patrol and was worried about being reprimanded by my superior, Ensign Carupo. I wanted to cover up the smell of alcohol with perfume, but it was too expensive for me to afford. So I decided to pick some flowers on the side of the road and chew them in my mouth, then find some plants or something, squeeze out their water to erase the smell from my body. ”

Arrant gestured for a moment and continued, "Then I found a purple flower, and I found that just crushing them and rubbing them on my body would mask the smell of house wine on my body. So ......"

Once Yuri was back at his desk, he sat down and pulled a new piece of parchment from the drawer. As he listened to Arrant's explanation, he looked down at the blank parchment on the table.

Yuri glanced up at the veteran, who was still nervously explaining, and he thought of the words of his mentor Eric.

"In extraordinary times, do extraordinary things! It's true that there is no evidence that he is an undead now, but there is also no evidence that he is not an undead, is there no evidence? Since it can't be proved that he is not, then he is! ”

"Don't let your soft-heartedness ruin our hopes! Necromancy is deceptive! ”

Young Yuri's hands trembled, and he knew exactly what the consequences of his conclusions would be.

But how could he have made such a decision?

Looking at the veteran's face that was almost crying, Yuri didn't think that necromancy could really do it to this extent.

The non-commissioned officer in front of him was just drinking while on patrol, and there was no evidence that he was a spy of the undead! And he only needs to draw a single stroke, and he will be imprisoned in the prison dungeon, tortured by the torturers, and excavated everything that can be excavated!

He sighed in his heart, what is the difference between this and wronging a good person? Isn't it the same as Alsace who ordered Stratholme to purify himself? Is it just because of something unwarranted?

"Ugh." Young Yuri sighed, then looked down and quickly wrote on the paper.

Arrant, a non-commissioned officer of the Second Legion, has been examined with no evidence of collusion with the undead scourge. However, he was sentenced to one week of imprisonment for violating Crusader discipline and drinking heavily while on patrol.

Probationary Inquisitor: Kolo Yuri Mazarin

"Smack!"

Yuri stamped his coat of arms on his name, rolled up the parchment and placed it on the table, then pointed to the veteran.

"Inform his team and lock him up for a week's imprisonment!"