6 I worked as a slave prostitute!

Bill didn't have time to admire the city because as soon he stepped on the city, he immediately brought up onto an interrogation room.

Bill nervously fiddled with his fingers. Though the guard says its interrogation room, the room looked like a torture room in Bill opinion.

The room was so dark because its located in the underground. The only source of light was a small candle in front of Bill.

'Why does it turned this way' Bill heaved a sigh. He only wanted to have a safe place in the city, but unexpectedly he got accused as a sinner. He didn't even know what sinner in this world refers to.

Of course, Bill knew that he didn't have single money to lived in the city. He already planned to do some errands like cleaning trash or selling some goods. If Bill were lucky, probably he would get a tittle from those errands he did. With a new title, he could get bravery points. Then with bravery points, Bill could buy a book from the shop. With a book, he could advance more by becoming a blacksmith or monster hunter. Well, that was the plan.

Bill keep either rubbing his palm together or fiddled with his fingers. That's how usually Bill showed his nervous state. In just one day he got placed in an unknown place where he didn't know anyone. He also got accused and probably tortured if his answer didn't satisfy the Pastor later.

*Thud* *Thud*

A sound of boots coming closer can be heard. Bill heart was thumping furiously each time the boots take steps.

*Click*

The door opened abruptly by the guard and followed by a person wearing pastor robe. Contrary to Bill expectation, the pastor face looked gentle and kind. He thought the Pastor would look fierce since he's about to interrogate a person who suspected as a sinner.

"This is the person I've suspected about, pastor." The guard addressed the Pastor politely.

The Pastor nodded his head and walked elegantly to Bill. "Hello, I'm Pastor Arnold."

"H-Hello, Pastor Arnold." Bill nervously replied.

"You don't have to act so stiffly like that. I'm not dangerous." Pastor Arnold said with a beautiful smile. But that smile looks fake to Bill, but he didn't dare to point it out.

Bill nodded his head slowly.

"I'm gonna ask you some question, are you fine with it?" Pastor Arnold asked with the same smile.

'Of course, if I'm not fine you all will just use some other method to make me speak, right?' Bill thought silently. Bill always saw this scene in every action movie he watched in a past life. The chance the interrogator actually let you away is about 5%. The rest 95% the interrogator would resort into torture method, which would make the possible culprit blurted out all his plans.

So reluctantly Bill nodded his head once again.

"Alright. What's your name?" Pastor Arnold asked.

"Bill Rilean." Bill decides to tell his real name. It will be useless even if he replies with a random name. Bill also couldn't eliminate the possibilities of the Pastor able to detect a lie like a "Lie Detector" machine.

"Hmmm..Okay Bill, so where are you from?"

"I-I came from a village." Bill stutteringly said.

"What your village name?"

"Lyn Village," Bill replied with a random name.

Pastor Arnold turned to look at the guard which the man immediately shook his head, indicating there is no village named like that. Pastor Arnold turned to Bill once again. This time his eyes look cold despite the smile showed on his face.

"Are you sure?" His voice sent a chill on Bill's spine.

"I-I, to be honest I didn't come from a village." Pastor Arnold raised his eyebrows hearing Bill answer.

"So, where are you from?"

"I was once a slave." Bill narrated words per words as to make his made-up story didn't sound so obvious.

The two men didn't answer as if waited for Bill next words. Bill didn't mind it and continued his made-up story.

"That night my boss carriages were ambushed by bandits, and I'm on one of those carriages. When I saw there is a commotion outside, I was quite scared. But there is an idea crossed in my mind. Why don't I use these opportunities to make my escape? With that thought, I escaped the carriages not bringing anything else other my body. It was a dangerous situation, but since both parties were busily engaged in a fight, I could escape safely." Bill narrated the story logically making the two people before him immersed in their thought.

Bill was also surprised by hearing his made-up story. He didn't think he could make up a story like that. Is it my hidden talent?

"So you're saying that you are actually a slave that managed escaped from a merchant carriage?" The guard asked Bill first.

"Yes." Bill nodded.

"Then why earlier you keep lying to us?"

"I was being cautious earlier. I know that my boss is a person with many connections. So, I was quite afraid earlier that if both of you somehow related to him." Bill nervously stated.

'Please believe my lie once again' Bill prayed inwardly.

"If you're a slave, then why I don't see a single scar on your body?" Pastor Arnold smirked. Bill mind immediately muddled, but then he remembered his bruised body. Because Bill hands are currently beneath the table, Pastor Arnold couldn't see his bruised right arm.

Bill immediately raised his bruised right hand.

"I only had bruises since I worked as a slave prostitute. My boss didn't dare to leave permanent scars on me." Bill didn't wait for their answer and swiftly removed his upper clothes. The bruises were now available to see by the two people.

The guard and Pastor were caught off guard because of the sudden turn of event. The Pastor initially wanted to pressure Bill with his tricky question. But the boy unexpectedly answered confidently and adding to the fact the bruised were real.