Chapter 202: Silver Dragon X Merman X Confession Chamber (9)

Chapter 202: Silver Dragon X Merman X Confession Chamber (9)

The son of the baron, Mod, was a man in his thirties who had been pampered by his father all his life. It was said that he still had a wet nurse.

He had an exceptional ability to forget punishment quickly and an almost zero sense of morality.

According to the system's observation, Priest Jerome's breaking point was steadily rising.

With a whip in hand and determination in his eyes, the priest headed towards the dungeon. He found the guy sleeping with his belly exposed, snoring away.

Jerome, essentially carrying out a sacred mission, said nothing at first. He delivered a lash with the whip, causing Mod to yelp and leap up.

"What are you doing!!" screamed the fat young master. "Do you know who my father is!!"

Jerome said sternly, "Repent! Repent for the filthy things you've done!"

Before the words even fully left his mouth, another lash struck. The fat young master covered his butt and ran around the small dungeon.

"My father will kill you!! How dare you—my family has never laid a hand on me!!"

"Repent, my ass!!"

"Smack!"

"Aaah!!"

Keding, watching the live feed, raised an eyebrow.

"These two don't seem to be on the same wavelength at all..."

System: "They're completely out of sync."

The priest whipped relentlessly, and the fat man wailed, a cycle that continued for half an hour.

After just ten minutes, although his will to survive was burning, Mod was unable to run anymore and just lay on the ground, screaming whether it hurt or not.

Regardless of what Priest Jerome was scolding or preaching, the fat young master didn't listen. He was screaming whether it hurt or not, making communication almost impossible.

Seeing that torture wasn't working, Jerome realized the man was like an illiterate wild boar, too stubborn and wild to be reasoned with.

The old man thought carefully for a while, then guided the man back to the chair. He switched to a gentler expression, attempting to communicate.

"I have come on behalf of the benevolent and sacred lord, and even more so on behalf of the supreme Lord, to give you punishment and redemption."

Mod, in pain, kept twitching. "I want to go home!! I want to go home!!"

Jerome: "..."

"You can go home only after you acknowledge your crimes."

Mod didn't even think about it. "My father said that whatever I do, the Lord will forgive me! He said I am an angel! The most radiant glory of our family!"

Jerome roared, "Shut your mouth! Listen to me!"

"But—"

"If you say one more word, I'll whip you to death!!"

Mod's round face collapsed as he whimpered and cried.

Keding's face began to twitch.

Keding: "It's hard to imagine these are the two antagonists in a dark drama."

System: "This kind of person in power is a disaster."

Keding: "Sigh, it's such a pity for the merman's life."

Priest Jerome knew that if the person in front of him didn't repent, it would be himself who needed to repent once they went outside.

He mentally reviewed all the cruel and ruthless punishments, deciding to give the kid a little shock first, hopefully scaring him into obedience.

Father Jerome called the jailers and had the sobbing young master, who was sniffling, put in shackles. They led him around the deepest levels of the dungeon, where gruesome scenes unfolded.

There were scenes of severe injuries with intestines spilling out, a poor old man crucified, and someone who had twisted their clothes into a rope and hanged themselves on the bars.

Father Jerome said with a calm demeanor: "If you don't repent, your fate won't be any better than theirs."

Mod was licking the whip marks all over his arms and started wailing again: "What did I do wrong? My dad said I would never do anything wrong! God will always forgive me!"

Father Jerome took a deep breath to resist the urge to kick him over and said to the thirty-something man-child: "You have committed the ten deadly sins."

"Each sin is backed by ample evidence."

"If you don’t confess, your father will get dragged down with you, your family’s mansion and collections will be seized by the prosecutor, and you’ll end up as a beggar. Understand?"

Mod said with a mournful face: "I don't understand."

Keding: "I should’ve farmed out this lousy job."

System: "The contractor is feeling like they're going crazy."

Father Jerome tied him up again and brought out the case files, reading them to him one by one.

It was more yelling than reading.

"Lust! Your greatest sin is lust!"

"You kidnapped innocent people, robbing them of their freedom and purity, all for your own pleasure and possession!"

"You are greedy and selfish, indulging in excess. Repent now!!"

Mod wanted to cover his ears from the shouting.

"My dad said I was helping our family expand. He praised me for being a good son."

Father Jerome roared back: "Mention your father one more time and I'll pull out your teeth one by one!!"

Mod felt wronged: "Why are you shouting so loud?"

In a fit of rage, Father Jerome immediately ordered the jailers to give him eighty lashes.

The young master was whipped in the dungeon once more.

He screamed and squealed, covered in blood afterward, and it seemed like some oil had even oozed out.

System: "This priest isn't very good at preaching."

"If it really doesn't work, we can bring in another priest, one who knows how to brainwash." Keding said, "This guy has ruined a bunch of young girls and boys and still thinks everything he did was completely justified. Even beating him doesn't make him see reason."

"After all, he's a spoiled local rich man. He thinks all the best things in the city naturally belong to him."

Keding sighed, "He's both stupid and evil; I wish he was at least a bit clever."

Seeing the baron's son beaten to barely alive, Father Jerome looked satisfied and returned to the interrogation.

"Do you admit to your crimes?"

Mod coughed violently.

"Give him some water," the priest ordered, "Don't give him any food until he confesses his crimes."

Mod struggled to drink some water and said with his head drooping, "I know I was wrong."

"What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have let the butler open the door, and I shouldn't have let you come and arrest me." Mod looked at him sincerely, "I've repented. Can I eat now?"

The priest's silence was thunderous.

In the second before he exploded, the Inquisitor knocked on the door politely.

"Father Jerome, the lord asked me to pass a message."

"If he doesn't fully confess by tonight, the lord will definitely give you double the reward."

As soon as the Inquisitor left, the priest lunged toward Mod.

"Confess, just admit your crimes, and we can both get out of here sooner."

Mod thought slowly, "Are you begging me?"

Gritting his teeth, Father Jerome said, "Yes, I am begging you."

"Since you're begging me, then I must be innocent." Mod looked at him sympathetically, "Are you not quite right in the head? Did you have a tutor?"

The situation entered a stalemate again, while the whipping entered berserk mode.

"Confess!!!"

"What did I do!!!"

"You don't understand!! Double the whipping!!"

"What did I do!!"

Keding finally terminated the outsourced contract just before the target was beaten to death.

Although this was the most straightforward and brutal episode so far, Father Jerome's breaking point was at 542, while Mod's was at 17.

Keding was in a hurry to go home and deal with his love life; he didn't have time to waste any longer.

That night, a new batch of guards brought large and small cooking utensils to the dungeon, enlarged the ventilation shafts, and began cooking and baking in the dungeon.

The menu included blueberry cheese cake, olive tomato veal, and Mediterranean-style pizza.

The dungeon was cold, but the aroma was comforting.

Within half an hour, the aroma of roasted meat and cake filled the entire dungeon, with the jailors snacking intermittently, still licking their fingers after sprinkling some pepper.

Mod was crying on the whipping post, "I was wrong, okay? I'm so hungry."

Jerome stared at him with the same disdain he'd give a wild boar, "What did you do wrong?"

Mod's eyes were swollen from crying, "I don't know, you said admitting my mistake would let me eat."

Jerome roared, "Repeat after me, word for word!"

"I'm greedy! I'm lustful! I have blasphemed the gods!"

"You're greedy! You're lustful! You've blasphemed the gods!"

The inquisitor: "...It's hard to tell if he's acting."

The priest: "Just kill him. This kind of person's sins can only be atoned for by death, kill him!!"

The inquisitor: "That simply won't work."

The priest: "Then kill me, I can die in his place right now."

The inquisitor: "That requires some thought too."

The priest: "..."

In the thick scent of blueberries, the inquisitor gently said, "If you want to get out sooner, there's another way."

"Swear right now to become a priest, and from now on, follow the teachings of the gods, supervise yourself, and supervise all priests."

"We'll give you higher authority, making you the overseer of other priests."

Mod had an epiphany, "I can do it! I can manage!"

Jerome's face turned green, "Say that again?!"

The inquisitor handed over a scroll filled with teachings, which Mod read and signed with lightning speed, earning a satisfied nod from the inquisitor.

"By the lord's decree, you are now Father Mod."

"You can leave the prison, but if you commit any sins after leaving, you’ll need to come back with other guilty priests for punishment."

"Can I have two pieces of cake before I go?"

"Of course, help yourself."

As the Young Master Pig devoured his food, Jerome looked at the inquisitor with despair.

"Our doom has arrived, hasn't it."

The inquisitor nodded sympathetically.

The system, seeing that Young Master Pig was really let out after eating until he burped, still felt uneasy.

"How do we proceed with this mission? It feels like this guy is stubborn and everything he says is garbage."

Keding: "Wait, I have a backup plan."

As soon as Mod stepped out of the dungeon, Baron’s servants rushed over to pamper him, wiping his face and hands, asking after him solicitously.

Before Mod could say anything, a fresh-faced, pretty young woman walked past in front of him.

System: "Oh, textbook entrapment."

Keding: "Not even trying to hide it."

Mod's eyes widened in lust, forgetting that the servants were still tending to his wounds.

"Bring her back!"

The servant said bitterly: "Young Master, please get on the carriage. Master is still waiting for you at home."

"I want her, do you hear me?" Mod said, pointing forcefully. "That one! The one in the black dress! Her butt is so perky!"

The attendants were still worrying when ghost-like holy knights quickly surrounded them.

"Back to jail, you've committed a lewd act."

Attendants: "...Didn't you just get released?!"

Mod: "I was just released! I'm Father Mod!"

"You're allowed to bring one priest with you."

Before Mod could speak, Father Jerome, who had been preparing for a while, immediately said: "Take Father Langman with you. He has committed the sin of greed!"

Father Langman was dragged into the dungeon in the middle of the night and quickly learned the reason. He beat up the person in the dungeon.

The jailer, who was grilling meat, even greeted him: "Oh, back so soon?"

Thus, the cycle began.

Imprison, release, entrapment, and imprison again.

The attendants were forced to stay at the dungeon entrance, relaying messages to the lord that the young master might not return this year.

In the meantime, Fathers Langman and Jerome became semi-permanent residents of the dungeon, serving as part-time enforcers.

As for Father Hobart, his legs were bad, so he wasn't fit for prison.

The eighteenth time he walked out of the dungeon, Langman and Jerome, like left and right protectors, held onto the wild boar young master's arms and gritted their teeth: "Did you learn anything we taught you?!"

Bruised and swollen, Mod trembled as he spoke: "I know, I know, I've almost memorized the entire code."

Before he could finish speaking, a handsome young boy walked past them, his soft golden hair adorned with acacia flowers.

Before Mod could even look over, the two priests were already pinching his arms almost to the point of breaking.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!!" Mod howled. "Stop pinching! I haven't even said anything yet!"

Keding: "Can you believe it? Even now, his breaking point is only 201."

System: "This is super insensitivity! Forget it, let's head home and get some sleep!"

Keding: "I'll go study with Doctor Jiang for a bit!"

Rumor has it that, under the lifelong supervision of the two priests, the young master eventually became a legal professional.

The civil code was revised and compiled, and the dungeon was expanded and fully renovated. They even added two new kitchens and a bakery.