Power and Empire Chapter 16: Assassin (Part 2)
The hot sun that has just risen exudes slightly hot sunlight, shining from the wooden window on the castle hall door at a 45-degree angle on the smooth surface of the porcelain, forming a bright and hazy sacred halo around the porcelain, stabbing it All those who came to the "pilgrimage" in the hall couldn't open their eyes.
In the hall of the castle, people bowed down and worshiped all over the floor, and even the entire hall could not hold everyone. About one-third of the people had already bowed down on the steps outside the hall and saw the sacredness of the porcelain in the hall. Breath, could not help all following the knees of the person who bowed in front of him and knelt down religiously, put his head down deeply, and placed his palms on the ground with his palms facing up.
Du Yu saw the farmer in the hall quietly raise his eyes and glanced at the situation in the hall, and saw that everyone bowed down religiously, cleverly holding the stones in their hands and tightening them tightly, the look shot in his eyes With decisiveness,
"Hoo" a gray shadow flies from the peasant's quietly waving hand to the porcelain on the round table.
"touched" unexpectedly by the peasant, the stone thrown out turned to the right in front of his eyes as if hitting a wall, and rolled down in the upper right corner of the hall.
A continuous low vibration of "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh andhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
The farmer with a strange face was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the weird phenomenon and quickly lowered his frightened eyes. Large beads of sweat rolled down with his nervous cheeks, his face pale like a piece of white paper. .
"It seems that this is a messenger." Du Yu secretly wiped the sweat from the palm of his hand with his fingers. Just now, he used his breath to forcibly drag the stone to the corner from the air.
Fortunately, the farmer had a guilty conscience and used relatively little energy, and the stones were not too large to succeed. However, he forced his breath to pull foreign objects and felt his body feel a little weak.
"Take him to the side room of the castle, I have something to ask him." Du Yu slightly touched the abnormal farmer, and a dark spot on the farmer’s waist,
The "Assassin" who was still panicking suddenly trembled, and fell to the ground and stopped moving.
But because everyone is kneeling before the porcelain, no one has noticed the weirdness of this peasant who is lying on the ground and motionless,
Until a few guards came over and helped the "Assassin" who had passed out in a coma, and pulled away, the people next to them reacted and made way for the guards. Everyone thought it was another excited coma. The devout residents of the past.
"Who are you? Who is your master? Why did you come here?" In the black cell, the torches hung on the wall crackled with burning pine resin, and the thick rot from the thatch that fell on the ground in the cell Make Du Yu frowned,
This family cell has not been used for a long time. Du Yu is relatively lenient with the farmers in his territory, and he will not be detained here for ordinary prisoners. The local sheriff is responsible for handling it. Enemies captured in the war will be locked in the dungeon of the castle.
The assassin still wanted to be in the same posture as when he bowed down during the day, curled like a humpbacked shrimp, when he saw someone coming in for interrogation, he shouted excitedly, "My lord, I’m Staliso from the village of Sikaroo in the east. I’m here on a pilgrimage, why do you keep me here? I’m just an ordinary farmer."
"Ordinary farmer! Why does an ordinary farmer have traces of armor rubbing on his shoulder blades and waist and legs? A farmer will attack the artifact. If you refuse to say it, I will tell you about violating the artifact. Everyone outside, I think they will skin you alive, or nail you to a wooden donkey stand, and make you wailing for three days and three nights and then die! Of course they might play a fire at the end, it is said that the last time The fire was executed 30 years ago. I think many people have no chance to see it. You should satisfy their curiosity, right?"
Du Yu looked at the pale "Assassin" with a cold face, his indifferent tone seemed to have reduced the temperature of the entire cell a bit, and the little stones he played with made the assassin's face extremely ugly. It's the water chestnut that the assassin still used to porcelain.
"Or maybe we made a mistake. You may really be just a pious ordinary farmer. We should let you go." Du Yu's words changed, and there was hope in his words, which made the assassin nod in excitement.
Suddenly, Du Yu’s tone paused. Taking advantage of the assassin’s relaxed will when he saw hope, he increased the strength of his speech and secretly mobilized the sense of breath in the body. The loud voice reverberated turbulently between the walls of the cell, Ru Li The sword-like voice was directly and deeply imprinted on the assassin's mind, like a bomb that exploded suddenly.
"Do you know why you can’t stretch your body? Because this is God’s punishment for the prosecutor! If you still don’t say it, I believe you have been curled up in such pain throughout your life, like a poor bug The master you are loyal to will not see you as such a useless crippled monster, your subordinates will take everything you own! Your lover, your territory will be someone else's, even if you die, you 'S soul will also be burned to ashes by the black flames of hell! God will make you tortured in the dark forever!"
Like all the weird imaginations that I encountered in front of the artifact and the tragic realm in the future, the assassin who has almost collapsed can no longer bear it, and his voice is miserable with a clear cry, "No, you can’t do this, I’m a one Knight, you can’t give a proud knight to those untouchables outside to be executed~ IndoMTL.com~ I say, I say everything"
"I left it to you, it's really boring, I thought I encountered a hard bone, but I didn't expect it to be such a casual thing, it disappointed me!"
Du Yu looked at the messy assassin curling up and crying on the ground with lack of interest. He stood up and patted the mold on the cell wall that was contaminated with his hands. His face was full of regret, and he moved his fat ass. Twisted and walked out of the cell door.
Statunko, who was with Du Yu, looked pale and looked at his lord. Was it really just a fright? Statunko knew too well about himself, an eccentric lord.
Just now, when I told my lord about the assassin’s refusal to confess, the expression on the lord’s face was extremely excited, but Statunko remembered him deeply.
There are more than ten kinds of "torture" exploded from the mouth of his excited lord along the way, and most of them mean to experiment on assassins.
"Go ahead, noble knight, if you don’t want my master to treat you like he said, honestly it’s your only way to survive! You should be thankful for your timidity, otherwise I don’t know you. Will there be souls slipping away from my master's hands!"
Statunko bent over and sat down in the presiding judge's seat, and waved his hand to the clerk who was following him. "Write down everything he said with blue thick wormwood water. A record that can be kept for a long time"
The clerk spread the parchment paper with both hands, and scratched the rough parchment with a pointed wooden stick pen dipped in thick wormwood juice. This special thick wormwood juice can be preserved on the parchment paper. For a long time, it is generally only used for historical records or important events. The price is very expensive. I don't know why Lord Lord will value this assassin's answer so much.