Chapter 109: Subdue

Faced with the enraged Markok, Roland's face turned even paler. She struggled but found her arms held by two burly men, unable to break free.

Seeing the fist about to strike her face again, Roland didn't close her eyes and wait for the blow like other women. Instead, she widened her eyes and shouted, "Don't let those demonic things devour your sanity!"

"It's not your place to teach me, bitch!" Markok grinned, saliva flying.

Silas, on this side, naturally couldn't just stand by and watch. With a quick step, he crossed the two-meter distance and arrived beside Markok.

His hand shot out swiftly, accurately grabbing Markok's descending wrist.

His arm muscles rippled. Silas pulled Markok's wrist, yanking him to the side, and said calmly, "Sir, please maintain your sanity."

Markok, having been grabbed, immediately looked ferocious, his emerald green eyes filled with turbidity and rage. His other hand abruptly swung towards Silas's face.

Silas's body leaned slightly to the side. After calmly dodging, he extended his staff and wedged it in Markok's armpit. Then, he pushed the staff forward, flipped it, and with his other hand, twisted and flung Markok's wrist. Next, he inserted the staff from the right side, wedging it at the elbow of Markok's left arm.

In the blink of an eye, Silas, as if performing a magic trick, had used only one hand to lock Markok's arms behind his back with the staff. Markok struggled constantly but couldn't break free no matter what.

"This…!" Roland, beside him, and Jack, who had just run over, were dumbfounded.

Both were experienced police officers. Their combat and grappling skills weren't exactly expert, but they used them often.

However, neither of them had ever seen such a clean, efficient, and swift staff grappling technique.

This set of movements was calm and fluid, even giving the two a feeling of "this is art."

Silas, seeing the looks in his two friends' eyes, was very satisfied inwardly.

"These days of hard work weren't in vain. The effect of this grappling technique is really good."

Before training, Silas was very clear about his advantages: his staff and his divine processor. So, when he first entered the training ground, Silas clearly stated that he hoped to combine his combat skills with his staff. He didn't care if it was difficult, but it had to be efficient and swift.

This kind of request was naturally not a problem for expert-level martial artists. By combining striking, grappling, and practical combat techniques, they designed a set of "kung fu" specifically for Silas, which had high requirements for the learner's comprehension and proficiency.

In just over ten days, Silas had made rapid progress, much to the astonishment of his instructors, and had now completely mastered it.

Markok, subdued, now spat saliva and roared, "What are you looking at? Attack! Beat him to death for me!"

The two burly men, upon hearing this, hesitated, their eyes constantly flickering.

Not to mention that the opponent was a high-ranking clergyman of the Church, just from that set of grappling techniques, the two knew that even together, they were no match for him alone.

"Um, sir, please calm down first. I think there might be some misunderstanding in this matter?" the bearded man on the left asked tentatively.

The two were not affected by mysticism, and they both felt that their master had been strange recently, their hearts full of doubt.

Markok was about to speak more but was silenced by Silas, who covered his mouth with one hand.

Then Silas turned his head towards his own eyes and, releasing spiritual energy, recited the Mantra of Serenity in a low voice.

Hearing Silas's voice and looking at Silas's eyes, which were filled with gentle spiritual energy, the struggling and irritable Markok gradually calmed down. Then, his eyes slowly closed, and he actually fell asleep.

This was a new skill Silas had mastered in the past ten-odd days: Mind Calming Hypnosis.

Through the soothing of spiritual energy from the eyes, combined with the Mantra of Serenity, it could allow a person's spirit to enter the most comfortable state and thus instinctively fall asleep.

Silas pulled out the staff wedged in his armpit and said to Roland, "Find a place. I'll see what the problem is."

Roland nodded gratefully upon hearing this and turned her head to shout, "Let go!"

The two burly men, who had been watching dumbfounded, woodenly released their grip. The bearded man then gave a dry laugh. "Sir, is there nothing else for us to do?"

Silas pondered for a moment. "If you hope your master can be cured, then help me drive the carriage and keep watch!"

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" The two burly men nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Jack, panting heavily, walked over. "Where to next?"

Roland was silent for a moment. "Let's go to Markok's private clinic! It's a holiday today, so it should be relatively quiet there."

Silas nodded in agreement upon hearing this. "Alright!"

The two burly men immediately volunteered, "I'll lead the way!"

Afterward, the group boarded the carriage.

Jack didn't follow. He stood outside and said, "I have to be on duty today, after all. We can't all leave our posts. You guys go ahead; leave the rest to me."

"Thank you, Jack," Roland said seriously.

These past few days, thanks to Jack's help, she would have had a mental breakdown long ago.

Jack smiled. "We've known each other for so many years. Why be so polite?"

Silas silently glanced at Jack, thinking to himself, "I hope the relationship between them is truly just friendship. Otherwise…"

Thinking of this, Silas's mind had already conjured up at least a 52-episode melodramatic romance series.

"There is a kind of love called letting go…" That cringeworthy song involuntarily resounded in his mind, and Silas instantly felt a pain in his liver.

"What's wrong with you?" The carriage started moving. Roland looked at Silas curiously.

Silas snapped back from his mental image and smiled. "Nothing."

Achoo!

Jack, standing in the snow, sneezed and rubbed his nose. "What's going on? Am I catching a cold?"

Looking up at the gradually receding carriage, Jack sighed. "Silas, hurry up and get this matter settled. Because of this, Roland has been pestering me recently, and I haven't even had time to play cards!"

Jack turned and said to himself, "Fiancée? Marriage? Hmph, how can women be as interesting as Gwent?"

Saying this, Jack took out a set of cards made of brass sheets with exquisite patterns drawn on them from his police uniform.

His rough, large hands held this deck of cards as he said carefully, "For this limited edition Northern Realms deck, more than half a year's salary has gone down the drain."

"Hehe, but it's well worth it. I'm going to win big tonight!"

Silas, sitting in the carriage, would never have dreamed that the real reason Jack was helping Roland so enthusiastically was because of card games. At this moment, he extended his hand like a doctor, constantly tapping on Markok's body.

This was one of the new skills Silas had learned during this period: Spiritual Energy Detection Method.

As a basic skill for many investigative professions, this Spiritual Energy Detection Method could form a simple magic circle by injecting spiritual energy at a designated location. Through a spiritual connection, one could simply glimpse the internal situation of certain things.

Rustle, rustle, rustle…

The moment the connection was established, before Silas could see anything, a faint wriggling sound suddenly reached his ears.

Clack!

Spirit Vision increased by one point.