A bitter smile bloomed on Zander's face.

“In the hearts of believers, Theos is the supreme God. How could we, mere mortals, behold him at will? He has never revealed himself to us, and we've never seen him. Yet, that doesn't affect his standing in the hearts of believers. But there's a sculpture of him in the center of Theos Island. Rumor has it that the sculpture contains a tendril of his consciousness. Believers usually worship it for peace of mind.”

“Got it. So, have you ever heard that Theos recently kidnapped a woman? Where would he possibly confine her?” Zeke inquired.

Puzzlement showed on Zander's face. “Theos kidnapped a woman?”

Zeke nodded in affirmation. “Yes.”

“The woman's identity must be something else. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken an interest in her,” Zander remarked.

“It's my wife, Lacey Hinton,” Zeke admitted.

At once, realization dawned upon Zander. “Therefore, you came to Theos Island to save your wife.”

Again, Zeke bobbed his head. “Precisely.”

“I don't understand Theos all that much, and I have no idea where he would lock someone away. But don't worry. I'll do my best to help ferret that out for you,” Zander promised.

At that, Zeke inclined his head in acknowledgment. “Okay. If you succeed in securing my wife's whereabouts, not only will I absolve you of your crimes, but I'll also grant you freedom!”

“Thank you, Great Marshal! Thank you!”

Zander prostrated himself before Zeke once more.

To him, it was a lavish gift to be able to keep his wife and daughter company for the rest of his life.

Zeke then asked him a few more questions briefly before they both left.

Unexpectedly, they bumped into the old sailor no sooner had they stepped out of the room.

Sheer surprise inundated the old sailor when he saw the two men walking out of the same room.

“Why... Why are the two of you together?”

The urge to murder the old sailor seized Zeke, and he tensed up in preparation for silencing the man.

All those from Theos Sect deserve to die!

However, Zander spoke before he could act, fibbing, “He's a former classmate of mine. Back when we were studying, he used to pick on me. I taught him a lesson earlier and vented my anger.”

The old sailor immediately got the picture.

“No wonder your reaction was so strange when you first spotted him. It turned out that there was such a story behind it. Since he's your enemy, do you want me to kill him for you? No one will care even if he's dead. He's a nobody, after all.”

Zander shook his head. “No, it's okay. I want to torture him to death bit by bit.”

“Whatever floats your boat. Quick, come and sail the ship with me. We'll be passing through the glacier soon,” the old sailor urged.

“Sure!”

The old sailor led Zander away while Zeke returned to the room Hawkeye arranged for him.

The instant he entered the room, Hawkeye shot daggers at him and demanded, “Well? Where did you go just now?”

“The washroom,” Zeke replied placidly.

Hawkeye abruptly flew into a rage.
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