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Both sides had fallen into a deadlock. The Supervisory Bureau did not wish for Tommy to die but had to use the threat to extract more intelligence; while Tommy, knowing his value and that the Bureau did not want his death, bit down hard, refusing to relent, aiming to gain more benefits.

And this was well within Tommy's comfort zone. Negotiation was his forte.

Tommy didn't ask for the Word Spirits to be lifted but instead requested at least a stay of execution, extending the deadline to thirty days—if the Supervisory Bureau agreed, he would reveal three recent secrets, including the whereabouts of the missing Aiwass, as their first transaction.

As a show of good faith for both parties' cooperation and to prove his words were true, he inquired to the interrogating Inspector if she had any knights she disliked.

After the other party named three knights with considerable animosity towards the queen, Tommy didn't hesitate to disclose their crimes and the locations of the evidence.
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"This is a sample."

A sly look glimmered in Tommy's eyes, "You can try it out and see whether I am telling the truth or not."

"If it's possible, Miss Meg, could you please loosen the noose around my neck a bit... I'll be more valuable that way."

Of course, the Supervisory Bureau was not naive. If they wanted more, then they couldn't let the initiative fall into Tommy's hands.

So they confined him to an absolutely secure basement, planning to leave him hanging for a while.

A day had already passed, and Tommy's life was now down to two days. When he had only one day, or even half a day left, no matter how cool he appeared right now, the urgency would surely rise. Despite his current calm and cunning demeanor, the moment his blood pressure surged, his Giant lineage would cloud his mind... it would not be too late to discuss cooperation then.

No food, no light. Not even a person to talk to.

Tommy was thus sealed in a pitch-black, silent cell.

It was a very effective interrogation technique.

Now, with half the day gone, he had lost all sense of time. It felt like three days had already passed, or that the deadline approached... The fear within spawned illusions, memories of his childhood playing out like a slideshow.

The people he had seen, the ones he had killed appeared before him like apparitions. Their voices, their laughter, their screams before death echoed in his ears, while Tommy curled up in bed, eyes open but unmoving.

Tommy was a third-generation Half-blood Giant.

At the same time, he was also a Half-Elf.

The Giant blood in him was merely one-eighth, while his Elf lineage was a quarter.

Logically, he should have been just an irritable Half-Elf.

But in his generation, the Giant bloodline suddenly underwent atavism, exhibiting unusual activity...

Before he was born, his father had disappeared; his mother remarried after giving birth to him, only to die of illness less than two years later.

By the time Tommy was three years old, he had no blood relation with his parents. Yet, despite this, his father still continued to raise him.

—Until at the age of five, unable to suppress the berserk blood within, he kicked and broke his grandmother's kneecap.

He was then severely beaten by his unrelated stepfather and abandoned in the Lohar District.

At that time, Noble Red had not yet entered Glass Island, so the Lohar District wasn't flooded with Demon Scholars desperate for materials, meaning he at least wouldn't have been dissected on the spot into a self-walking material.

Though the heart, bone marrow, liver, and kidneys of a Half-blood Giant could serve as rare alchemical ingredients, useful in creating potions of Giant strength, fury concoctions, potent anti-miscarriage drugs, and long-lasting stimulants, a five-year-old Giant looked not much different from an ordinary human child, and nobody would realize he was a Half-blood Giant.

However, an adult decked with costly belongings would probably be in danger if thrown into the Lohar District, but children were quite safe there.

For there, children were a commodity, necessary materials for raising assassins. Strong, intelligent, and agile children were prized even more so.

At the time, Miss Grey Green was still a high-ranked assassin, not yet an administrator of this field. But her supervisor—"Mother," who had raised her from a young age, was.

Her "Mother" picked Tommy up and put him through assassin training. However, Tommy lacked the talents for the Path of Adaptation—his body's roaring, surging anger prevented him from maintaining Silence and stillness, and he was unable to observe everything calmly from the darkness.

Thus, Tommy was discarded once more. It just so happened that the former President Lohar required more adoptive children and bought Tommy from her.

Counting President Lohar's own wife, Tommy had a total of seven parents. Yet he had never felt any kinship.

—No one knew that Tommy was not actually chosen by his foster father to inherit the surname "Lohar."

At the time, the person most likely to inherit "Lohar" was Tommy's sister.

Among the seven siblings, Tommy was the fifth.

And "Rowetta," ranked fourth, possessed the adaptability for the Path of Balance, was smart and beautiful, and sufficiently ruthless.

By her mid-teens, she had already earned a fortune by trafficking transoceanic intelligence, and by the age of eighteen, even became close to a Prince—if not for him being killed by a Curse, she might have even had the chance to become a princess.

Even so, she leveraged the Prince's identity to infiltrate the elite circles of Avalon. With her graceful poise and profound knowledge, she quickly became a darling of society. By then, she was already the Vice President of the Lohar Society.