Chapter 499: Chapter 523 Interrogation Chapter 499: Chapter 523 Interrogation Despite being extremely reluctant, the ogre couldn’t help but nod his head. As is the nature of an evil creature, it subconsciously began to prepare a lie, but then the delectable-looking elf suddenly cast a spell, summoning a golden ring of light that enveloped the entire cave.

“Domain of Truth, a Second Circle non-proprietary Divine Art, within its effective range no creature can intentionally tell lies, duration ten minutes,” Alamir explained to everyone, “I can certainly tell if someone is resisting the spell, and this ugly ogre obviously lacks the capability to do so.”

“Damn elves!” the ogre cursed again, “Your guts are filled with maggots, and your bones are all rotten!

“If I didn’t ask you to speak, keep your mouth shut,” Lancelot glared fiercely at the ogre, deliberately channeling some aura of the Abyss that frightened the foolish giant captive almost to the point of biting off his own tongue.

“Whoops, I heard some very serious allegations here,” Bruto said with a mischievous grin, looking at Alamir, “I’d be delighted to hear your explanation, elf. It seems either your magic has failed, or he’s actually telling the truth.”

“As long as the subject believes it to be true, he can speak normally, but the truth is not the same as the fact; this is something you should be able to understand, right?” Alamir shrugged indifferently, “The spell has other flaws too: the subject can be evasive, trivialize the important, or remain silent when answering questions. Therefore, one must carefully organize the wording of the inquiry while watching for any signs of deceit.”

“This can already save us a lot of trouble,” Lancelot nodded, looking at the bound ogre, “Let’s get started then. First question: what’s your name?”

“I am Baru! The clever Baru! The all-powerful Baru! The Baru that will never die in battle!”

“So, you’re called Baru,” Lancelot stroked his chin, “How long have you been in that camp?”

The ogre opened its mouth, but other than uttering “ah ah ah,” no words came out.

“My time is precious,” Lancelot threatened coldly, “Maybe just killing you and then interrogating your soul via Speak with Dead would be simpler?”

“Don’t!” the ogre couldn’t contain its fear of the human knight in front of it, “Baru… Baru has been here for six ten-days…”

“What do you usually do in the camp?”

“Baru helps move the offerings… offerings to Gogbarahum… fresh, delicious offerings…”

“Gogbarahum? Is that the monster beneath the crevasse?”

“Yes… Gogbarahum is the Glacier God, even the great bestower of immortality offers sacrifices to show respect,” said the ogre.

“Beings dwelling near the nests of ice-maw crab spiders might worship it as a god, but it’s definitely not a deity,” remarked the elf priest who served in a divine office, “However, to the eyes of this ogre, an ice-maw crab spider is indeed a godlike entity.”

“How often do you need to… offer sacrifices to Gogbarahum?” Lancelot continued with his questioning, “And what happens if the offerings aren’t presented on time?”

“Sacrifices must be made to Gogbarahum every ten days; once the offerings were late, the Glacier God became very angry. It shook the earth violently–I heard that even the noble frost giants couldn’t remain standing,” Baru, the ogre, shrank his neck slightly in fear, “It’s said if the sacrifices are missed, the Glacier God will crawl out of that fissure and completely destroy this beautiful paradise!”

“Do you think this place is heaven?” Kalalin asked curiously, “Why do you say that?”

“Living here, you won’t grow old or fall sick, and you can follow the noble Frost Giants through the Portal, killing anyone alive and seizing whatever you fancy! If this isn’t heaven, then where is? Baru has really been living joyfully!”

“Beast.” Bruto commented darkly.

“It seems you truly had a wonderful time.” Lancelot said with a sardonic smile, “Are there any taboos in offering sacrifices to Gogbarahum? Anything that might anger it?”

“Doesn’t seem like it, except that each time there must be a living sacrifice…” the Ogre muttered, “Ah, right, and absolutely no chili peppers!”

“Chili peppers?” Lancelot was genuinely surprised by this answer, “The ones used for cooking?”

“That’s right, absolutely no chili peppers!” the bound captive nodded vigorously, “Baru heard it from the Frost Giants, once the living sacrifice was an Orc chef, and the Glacier God burst out from the fissure right after eating it, and the great giver of Immortality spent three days and nights chasing it back in! All because that Orc had a pack of chili peppers in his pocket!”

“If we also worship the Glacier God, we would certainly remember this,” Lancelot exchanged glances with his companions, knowing they all had similar thoughts. He turned back to inquire about another name that had just come up, “The great giver of Immortality you mentioned, is it Kostcheqi?”

“Yes, but you will never receive the favor of the Prince of Wrath.” The Ogre wore a proud expression, “The great giver of Immortality only cherishes Giants!”

“But you aren’t a Giant.” Bruto couldn’t help but interject, “You’re an Ogre.”

“Ogres are Giants too! Ogres are Giants!! Ogres are Giants!!!!!!”

Baru’s face turned crimson, and he let out a thunderous roar, his body writhing violently as though electrocuted. Clearly, this was a very sensitive topic, and had Lancelot not set up a Soundproof Barrier in advance, his furious bellowing might have been heard for miles around.

But those within the Soundproof Barrier were forced to endure the unbearable noise. With a flick of his finger, Lancelot cracked the frozen earth beneath the Ogre’s feet. A black and thick vine shot up from the ground, wrapping around the Ogre’s large body, climbing upwards, and eventually thrusting into its mouth. The tip swelled rapidly, stuffing the Ogre’s mouth shut.

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Meanwhile, the golden ring of light on the ground slowly faded away–the duration of the Domain of Truth had ended.

“How shall we deal with this fellow?” Alamir asked with a somber expression, “If we truly release him, he will surely report our whereabouts to the first Frost Giant he encounters…”

“Damn it, we can’t kill a captive, and besides, Big Brother just made a promise!” Bruto displayed the characteristic Dwarf stubbornness.

“Why don’t we just leave it here? Creatures of this plane don’t die naturally,” suggested little Isha, who had been mostly listening, “By the time it escapes, we’ll surely have left this plane.”

“What you’re saying makes sense, but there’s another solution,” Lancelot opened the Dimensional Bag and drew out a shortsword sparkling with starlight, “Let’s give the Airas a chance to somewhat repay the favor they owe us.”