Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2376: Lost to the Jedi (37)


Chapter 2376 Lost in the Jedi (thirty-seven)

Twenty minutes later.

"I understand the truth." Lying in a luxurious large bath for ten people, the black lion Hacon looked at Tristan who was watching from a distance with a slightly depressed look: "But what about you? Want to spy on me? Was it the prince of this country who was sent to spy on me? Really?!"

"I didn't come here because I wanted to watch you." Tristan said with a stern face, "You are such a dangerous person, please be a little more self-conscious. Mr. Harcon."

"Just call me Hakon." The young lion man rubbed his neck and kept pouring hot water on his hair, which was already wet with water.

While watching a man take a shower makes Tristan a little nauseated, he remains true to his duty and doesn't miss a single detail. Hakon is surrounded by mystery. No matter how perfect Iceland's intelligence network is, it is puzzling that he can't even find the slightest details of this lion man. So Tristan planned to use close observation, bit by bit, to dig out as much information as possible from the lion man.

The devil is often in the details. Even the most trivial clues, as long as a detective is good at observing and digging, may eventually become the key to solving a case.

Speaking of which...that guy is really down.

The fur of an orc is usually dry and looks fluffy. And when the orcs get wet, the hair often sticks to their bodies like dog-skin plaster, and at this time the true body of the orcs will be revealed - a whole circle will be thinner than usual. Even before the bath, Hakon seemed to have been skinny enough to be ridiculous for his kind, and now when the guy was soaking wet, the weather-beaten black lion looked even more bony.

------ Not to mention humans. How long does it take for an orc to starve to lose weight like this?

And what's with the scar on that guy? The distribution of scars is not right, most of them are concentrated on the back, and there are surprisingly many scars in other strange places. It seems that this is not a wound caused by fighting at all, but more like a wound caused by abuse. Moreover, the depth of the wound and the age of the wound may not happen overnight.

What the **** was that guy going through.

Tristan suddenly had a very bad image. He made up a picture of a certain orc in a dark dungeon, naked and hungry, and had been subjected to unilateral beatings for decades. .

But just knowing these things won't help you find out the guy's background or the organization behind that guy. If you want to know more, you have to get more from this guy.

Tristan stares thoughtfully at the bathroom ceiling, thinking about how to get the words out of his mouth.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that?" Knowing that the murloc prince was trying to get clues from him, the black lion man took the initiative to speak, as if to play with Tristan: "I want to get it from me. Intelligence, can't you just stop working hard?"

Tristan frowned, feeling the urge to get angry.

"Huhuhu, angry?" Hacon sneered, "It doesn't matter. Since you desperately want to know my details and want to know to the point where you have to peek at my bath, then as a reward, I will reveal a little bit to you. It's not impossible to listen~"

"I'm just spying on you, can you stop using such an obscene term to describe it?" Tristan said, holding back his anger.

"Then," the black lion ignored the murmur prince's complaints, and said to himself: "I'm just a little guy, and what I'm going to say next may make you feel bored. If so, I'm sorry; What I am about to say may cause you discomfort. If you are afraid that my story will stain your ears, it is best to plug your ears first."

What the **** is that. Tristan murmured to himself. This statement is clearly intended to lure others to listen.

"Then I said, please sit down and prepare yourself." The lion-man youth kept selling himself, and at the moment when the murloc prince was about to lose his patience, he said: "As for me, I was originally a slave. I don't even know who my parents are, and I don't know where they came from. Ever since I was sensible, I was forced to work in a dark mine. I did the roughest digging and fighting hard work, and I ate stinky black bread. maintained at a level that would not starve to death."

As expected. Tristan noticed from the very beginning that there was an unnatural scar on Hakon's wrist, which may have been accumulated damage over the years. Even the dark lion hair on his body could not be easily covered, and occasionally there were still some marks. . The damage should be the long-term wear and tear between the handcuffs the slaves wore and the constantly moving wrists.

"It was a tough time." Hakon continued:"

Work hard, be beaten; be a little lazy, be beaten;

Sick and feverish and beaten; tired and beaten.

No matter the occasion, the foreman of the mine can find a reason to beat the slaves.

No matter what day it is, those grumpy thugs are looking for someone to vent to.

Ah, that **** whip. fell on me like a fire burning.

Ah, that **** cinder. Add vinegar to the original pain.

Day after day, year after year, beaten and abused, drained and hollowed out, struggling with hunger and pain;

The body is covered with wounds and blood, and has nowhere to ask for help. He is only waiting for death, but waits for the arrival of the adult.

I don't know how he found me in the dark pit, covered in coal dust, and even the blood and pus from the wounds were wrapped in coal.

But he gently picked up the filthy, dying child and whispered to me, everything will be fine.

You never know how moved I was when I was rescued at that time.

Even though the tear ducts have dried up and the voice has dried up, I can't even say thank you.

I still want to spend the rest of my life to repay my adoptive father.

Did you know? With a distinguished status, he clearly did not need to do it himself, but he sat in front of my hospital bed and carefully applied the wound medicine for me.

Did you know? He has a wealth of money, and he is so busy, but he always has to find some time to come back to visit me who has been sick for a long time.

Day after day, year after year, his care for me never stops.

He's been there until I can get up again, weakened.

He never asked me for anything, he said I don't have to do anything, I can leave on my own when I want to.

But I saw all his pain, he spent his life searching for death, but was trapped in a never-ending cycle of samsara.

That's when I knew my mission, what I had to do for him. From the bottom of my heart, I want to help him achieve his wish.

Because he is my irreplaceable family member, even if I sacrifice my life for him, I will faithfully implement it without hesitation.

Do you have this realization, Prince Tristan of Iceland?

Do you really have this awareness, mermaids of the Mermaid Kingdom? "

Hakon, the black lion, spoke menacingly as he stepped out of the bath and approached Tristan. When he had finished saying that, he had leaned dangerously close enough. Hakon, who was completely naked, just so boldly knelt down in front of Tristan, staring face-to-face with the murloc prince, his face less than five inches from Tristan.

"So...what are you trying to say?" Tristan was stared at so uncomfortably that he almost killed Hakon out of self-defense, but reason kept him from the danger of murderous impulses. pulled back.

"What I'm trying to say is actually very simple." Hakon sneered, his burgundy eyes as if emitting a deadly and seductive ominous light: "Don't mess with us. Your Icelandic kingdom is of great national strength. You are strong, and there are many good soldiers and strong generals, but you lack faith."

"Faith, Faith?"

"The kind of belief that every subordinate dares to take the initiative to die for their master." The black lion continued: "You don't have it, but we do. Our organization is much smaller than the entire Icelandic kingdom. , there is no comparison at all; but every member of our organization is loyal to my adoptive father and can give everything for him. Our organization is a big family, and every family member has a deep feeling for that adult. Love. I have always believed that love is the most powerful force in the world. So you will never, never want to go to war with an organization like ours. Because you will never, never know a bunch of fearless lunatics for love , what terrifying things can be done."

The more I listened, the more chilled Tristan felt.

The guy is probably serious, the guy is probably really crazy.

So crazy yet so sane, this opponent is the most terrible in the world.

"So what do you want..." The prince asked tentatively, but his words lacked confidence.

"Didn't I say it? All my adoptive father wants is the sapphire [Tears of the Snow] in the hands of your clan." The sneer on Hakon's face turned into a seductive smile: "Let us Shake hands and make peace, to fulfill the last wish of a dying old man. In Shangyanshang~IndoMTL.com~ the prescription I gave you is absolutely effective, I will not lie to you. And you, it is better not to lie to me, Don't trouble me, don't trouble my family. Otherwise------"

He narrowed his eyes, and his already sinister face suddenly became more sinister.

"I'm afraid some bad things will happen in the kingdom of Iceland in the near future. For example... all the mermen in the whole kingdom suddenly suffer from [deep sea fever], etc. I hope you really have enough materials to make medicines. But I estimate that less than one percent of this country can survive that kind of catastrophe."

Then the prince was shocked: "...you must be kidding me!"

"Is it a joke, we can wait and see." Hacon seemed to have lost interest in continuing to intimidate Tristan, turned around, wrapped himself in a large towel, and walked out of the bathroom: "Now, His Royal Highness, Would you please **** me back to prison?"

This crazy man who is not afraid of the sky is simply enjoying all this. Even flirting with the Queen of Iceland and Prince Tristan is probably in his plan.

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