As Ryder had captured leaders of the Uprising even before, he knew a few things. But the problem was that the person he had caught was dead as soon as he reached closer to telling the crucial things about this organization.

He did have an assumption, though. From what he guessed, there was a good chance that this limitation only applied to middle level members. The ones that were lower didn't know anything anyway. As for the ones that were higher, it was his guess that they wouldn't have this limitation.

Gander seemed like he was one of the latter the way he directly talked about Kings without dying. He was mostly sure that he was right, but just to be sure, he told him to write instead.

"Alright. Ask what you want to know," Gander replied, sighing. The gun that was aiming at him was his problem.

He did have a few thoughts about getting up and attacking Ryder or trying to take the gun, but there was something inside his heart that was advising him not to do this, saying that it was a bad idea.

He did decide to listen to his inner voice just to be sure.

'In any case, I can answer his questions with lies. Since he's asking me those questions, that means he doesn't know the answers either. My lies will be his truth. That's way better than taking risks,' he thought as he nodded.

"That's like a good boy. Alright, now write everything you know about the Kings. If there's anything missing, you'll die," Ryder told the Man.

"You want to know about Kings? Believe me when I tell you. You're better off not knowing about them. If someone outside their organization knew about them, they would kill that person. Why do you want to enter their radar?" Gander asked Ryder.

"And how will they know? You'll tell them?" Ryder asked, smiling.

"There are only two people here. I won't tell them. As for you, that's out of the question. If you tell them that I know, it would also be exposed that you told me about it. You'll suffer too. So you won't tell, and I won't tell. No risk," he replied lazily.

In any case, he had already planned to kill the Kings. So what if Ryder was on their radar? He was already on a worse radar than the guy was thinking. All the Kings were coming to kill him after all, that too with their leaders.

"Sigh, you're pretty scheming," Gander said as he sighed. "Alright. I will tell you."

He picked the pen and started writing on the piece of paper.

He wrote something for close to five minutes and used more papers to finish since one wasn't enough.

After finishing, he slid the paper towards Ryder and told him to read.

"Stanner, you read. I'll keep an eye on this guy," Ryder said without even looking at the paper.

He didn't want Gander to attempt to take the gun, thinking that Ryder was distracted. And he was right since Gander was already contemplating the possibility of snatching the gun if there was a possibility.

'What the hell is he talking about? Is he talking to thin air? Wait, is this guy crazy or something?' Gander thought as he frowned.

Ryder wanted information, and when he wrote the information, that guy wasn't even taking a look at it.

The silence in the room was unsettling as Gander saw Ryder staring at him. He didn't know that it was silence only for him. But in Ryder's head, there was no silence.

The Spirit known as Stanner was standing right beside him. It was reading the paper for Ryder.

As the spirit finished the first paper, it told Ryder to flip.

Ryder flipped the power.

Gander was increasingly growing confused as he watched Ryder flip the paper without reading.

"Are you going to read or not?" Gander finally asked, unable to take the silence for longer.

"Shh. Don't annoy me. Let me read what you wrote," Ryder replied as he sushed Gander.

Gander held his head, worrying what crazy person got his gun.

"Alright. I finished reading, and I'm sure most of it is a lie," Ryder told Gander as Stanner finished reading.

"Lie? Not at all! I wrote no lie in it! I told the truth!" Gander insisted with an expression that seemed to be crying about the injustice of being accused.

"Oh, you didn't lie?" Ryder asked Gander.

"Not at all!" Gander replied.

"Oh? When did seven kings die then?" Ryder asked, shaking his head.

"What seven kings died?" Gander inquired ignorantly.

"Sigh, I must say, you're pretty good at acting. But you chose the wrong person to lie to. I have more than ten methods to test if someone is lying, and they all work. But in your case, I didn't even need to use them since your lie was so obvious," Ryder replied.

"There are twelve kings still alive. And one of them is dead," he added, not clarifying that the one who had died was killed by him as well.

"In your letter, you wrote that five kings exist. So I was curious, when did the other seven die?" he asked.

Hearing Ryder's explanation, Gander was stunned. This guy... How did he know about everything in such great detail? He even knew about the death of a King? No wonder his lie was caught.

"My Little Gander, I am not killing you doesn't mean that I can't. This was your first and last warning. As I said, don't lie to me because the second strike will be your last. As for lying, don't even try sneaking a single lie there," Ryder said.

"You should neither test my patience nor my method of detecting lies. Because my patience is running short as for my methods, you won't be alive to test them a second time!"

"I already told you, as long as you tell me everything, nothing will happen. I'll leave, and no one will ever hear about me or that I heard anything from you. You have a choice now. But that choice won't last for long."

After warning Gander, Ryder once again returned to the silence and left the rest to Gander.

Gander gazed at Ryder's face before he glanced at the gun. And his words. He didn't know why but he had a feeling that his words held truth.

Also, he knew about the Kings and even the death of one of them. He certainly wasn't someone with a low reach.

'Should I really betray the organization? As he said, he won't tell anyone. Nothing will happen, isn't it right?' he thought, trying to convince himself to tell the truth and not take risks.

On the one hand, he was scared of the Organisation and knew that he had the risk of being killed by them if he told Ryder the truth. On the other hand, he had the same risk if he didn't tell Ryder the truth. At Least, in this case, he still had some hope of hiding this from the organization.

"Alright. I'll be honest this time, but only if you promise that no matter what happens, you won't tell anyone that I told you!" He told Ryder as he agreed to give the information.

"I promise. No one will know that you told me," Ryder replied.

Gander picked up the pen again and started writing.

This time he wrote the truth, though. Instead of taking the risk, he wrote down everything he knew about the Kings. As an added bonus, he also wrote more things about the organization and its structure.

As he gave the paper to Ryder, Ryder kept the papers. This time he didn't ask Stanner to read them. Instead, he directly asked Gander, "Did you write everything you knew honestly?"

"Yes. I wrote everything," Gander replied.

Hearing his words, Ryder nodded. This time he was sure that this guy was telling the truth.

"Good. This time you didn't lie. I'll keep my end of the bargain as well and not tell anyone that I found anything from you. Oh, right. If you told them, believe me when I say it, you'd die. They'll kill you. And if they don't, I will kill you myself. Cherish the life you won," he told the man before he stood up.

"Ah, can I have my gun back?" Gander asked as he watched Ryder leave with his gun.

"You can't. I like this one. Anyway, it might come in handy for me later," Ryder replied as he kept the gun in his inventory before he pushed the door open.

He left the office and even departed from the building under the watchful eyes of the guards.

Entering the car, he left and only stopped at an empty place where he took out the papers and started reading it.

There were Twenty papers that he was given. They contained all the information about the kings which Ryder wanted to utilize in the war that was drawing near.