Chapter 108: Identity Suppression

When Silas returned to Holy Blood Square, Ada was still strolling outside and hadn't come back.

Standing at the edge of the crowd, watching the people writhing and shouting enthusiastically in the square, Silas showed a slight smile. "Seeing such a lively carnival in this world is truly heartwarming. My tense heart can also find a bit of relaxation and solace."

At this moment, Silas was thoroughly enjoying this atmosphere. He stood there without moving, quietly experiencing it.

Just as Silas was somewhat intoxicated, Jack's shout came.

"Silas! Silas!" Jack ran over, panting heavily.

Silas snapped back to reality and immediately sensed something was wrong. "What happened?"

"Roland, Roland was just taken away by Markok and his men!" Jack looked extremely anxious.

Silas's heart immediately tensed. He looked at the bruises on Jack's face and asked, "Did they hit you too? And openly arrest a police officer?"

Jack sighed helplessly. "They said Roland was unfaithful and had an improper relationship with me. After beating me up, they arrested Roland in the name of infidelity. We couldn't do anything about it."

Hearing this, Silas didn't hesitate at all. "Where was she taken? How did they go?"

Jack turned and ran. "It happened at the edge of the alley over there. There are too many people here; their carriage probably isn't parked nearby. If we chase after them now, we should be able to catch up!"

Silas immediately started running upon hearing this. "Lead the way! Run quickly!"

With that, his body whooshed and ran ahead of Jack.

Jack gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his limits to increase his speed, trying not to be left behind by Silas.

The two quickly moved against the flow of people. After getting out of the crowded area around Holy Blood Square, Jack shouted, "Over there! It's over there!"

Silas followed his pointing finger, turned, and quickly ran towards Triumphal Road.

With a clear direction, Silas's speed increased further.

"This feeling is truly great!" While running, Silas actually felt as if he were flying.

But he knew clearly that it wasn't flying; it was that his legs possessed enough strength, and each exertion allowed him to stay in the air a little longer.

At this moment, Silas's speed was very fast, almost reaching eight meters per second.

With a gust of cold wind, Silas quickly rushed past the street corner. Turning his head, he saw a black four-wheeled carriage parked about thirty meters away from him.

Not far from the carriage, three men were dragging a woman towards the carriage; it was the abducted Roland.

At this moment, Roland's face was pale and struggling. She wanted to resist, but her eyes showed deep apprehension.

Silas took a breath, clenched his staff, and with a quick step, rushed forward, shouting, "Let go of this lady!"

Hearing Silas's voice, the leader of the three, a tall and thin young man in a grey suit, turned his head.

This young man's face was unnaturally pale, his cheeks gaunt, with an aquiline nose and a pair of handlebar mustaches.

His golden hair under his hat was somewhat messy, and his emerald green eyes flickered with an unknown restlessness and a strange desire.

A person who originally looked very serious now appeared exceptionally strange and sinister.

The young man said to the two strong men beside him, "Take her up first."

Here, Roland's expression filled with hope upon seeing Silas. She turned to look at the young man and said with a hint of pleading, "Markok, I know something is wrong with you. I don't blame you for what happened before. He is my friend; he can heal you. Don't continue like this."

Markok, upon hearing this, grinned, revealing yellowish teeth, and said with a strange smile, "My dear Roland, I am very well now. I don't have any problems. Don't resist anymore. Hurry up and give me cute children!"

While the two were talking, Silas had already rushed over.

Silas stopped about two meters away from Markok. After exhaling a breath of hot air, he looked at Markok seriously and asked, "As a gentleman, isn't it a bit too much to treat your fiancée like this? I heard from Roland before that her fiancé is a polite and elegant descendant of a noble family."

While speaking, Silas instantly opened his Spirit Vision.

Instantly, Silas's heart skipped a beat.

"What the hell is this situation?"

At this moment, Silas saw Markok's body covered by a strange shadow. This shadow was indescribable, giving a sense of oppression like a cloudy day.

However, what surprised Silas was not this shadow, but Markok's abdomen.

Through his Spirit Vision, which had now reached twenty points, Silas vaguely saw something moving in Markok's abdomen.

He couldn't see the form of this thing, but when it wriggled, it caused the abdominal tissues to compress, allowing Silas to barely make out that it was a rudimentary form.

It was a thumb-sized thing that looked like an enlarged tadpole.

It was currently wandering in his abdomen, seemingly looking for some kind of breakthrough.

"What is this thing? A parasite? Or goods from the outside? No, if it were a living thing, it wouldn't leave spiritual energy around."

While Silas was contemplating, Markok sized him up, and finally, his eyes landed on the worn-out grey staff in Silas's hand.

Seeing this, he said with an arrogant and disdainful tone, "Commoners are just tasteless commoners. Even their attire is so nondescript. Truly foolish and inferior imitation, disgusting. Get lost, you are not qualified to speak to me."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Silas blinked. He had just thought of many countermeasures, but he didn't expect the opponent to just start insulting him directly.

"I thought we still had to go through some procedures. Since you're directly insulting me, then I won't be polite either."

As a hardworking commoner of the new era, a good young man who implemented the core socialist values, although Silas couldn't be considered a cynic or someone who hated the rich, he detested this kind of self-righteous disdain.

"The face-slapping that can only appear in novels is about to happen. I'm actually a little excited," Silas thought, organizing his thoughts. His tone remained polite as he continued, "Please recognize who you are talking to right now."

As Silas spoke, he took out the Goddess pendant from his collar. "Purple Moon Agent of the Church of Holy Blood, Silas Sotos, now requests your assistance in my investigation. Immediately release Ms. Roland Bowman."

According to imperial law, except in the special territories of a few nobles, mystical personnel of the Church possessed extraordinary status.

And as a Purple Moon Agent of the Three Moon Apostles, he even possessed law enforcement authority that could ignore any title or status.

"Insulting back is not advisable. That will only make the opponent look down on me even more. After all, the opponent is a highly educated nobleman and won't fly into a rage like a villain in a novel after being provoked by the protagonist with a few words. Since you want to suppress me with status, let's see if you can suppress me!"

Sure enough, after hearing Silas's identity, Markok stopped, slowly turned his head, and stared at the Goddess necklace in Silas's hand, his face instantly becoming extremely gloomy.

Then, as if he had suddenly gone mad, he roared furiously, "You bitch! How dare you ask the Church to investigate your fiancé!"

With that, his body actually lunged directly at Roland, preparing to strike.

"As expected, his mental state has been affected and is very unstable."

Silas saw it very clearly through his Spirit Vision. A stream of purple mystical power was now rising and coiling around his head, making him more prone to losing control and flying into a rage.