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She was kept in a cage and watched every day as new traitors were brought in and the dead ones dragged out. Sometimes, the mournful wails diminish as the torturer derives the desired result from the victim and grabs new playthings from them, and sometimes the demons with dark red hoods stained with the blood of their own kind miss.

In the few days here, Chestnut had never seen a person who had been brought in without a face full of horror and despair, and they lived with trepidation and caution, for fear of saying the wrong word and doing the wrong thing, but the bad luck would come without warning.

Human life is supposed to be precious, at least in her eyes, but here, they are just as wrong as domestic animals waiting to be slaughtered, and being slaughtered is a luxury, and everyone will die a painful death after being tortured.

Only then did she realize how merciful the spiders were that had webs to hunt for flying insects.

Which is more cruel to kill a prey for the sake of hunger or to torture one's own kind for unspeakable reasons?

Chestnut pondered too complicated questions but couldn't get answers, and a redhooded man walked up to her cage with a disgusting smile.

She cowered and lowered her head, leaning on the ground, the jailer seemingly losing interest in her for a moment, deciding to drag her out later to have fun.

It was indeed a sin to hurt someone, but no matter what she thought about it, she didn't feel that she should be blamed as an undead, and she was sentenced to death with a few simple words, and even had to suffer inhuman torture before she was executed, they dragged her out for the first time, stripped her naked, stabbed her with a dagger, whipped her, laughed at her pain, and didn't even torture her, just simply content to hurt her.

After that, the anger could hardly be described as hatred and madness, and a few hours later, she was tortured by unheard-of inhuman methods. Although the pain made her faint several times, when she woke up, she always stared at her abuser with a cold gaze.

She was planning and fantasizing about what would happen to them one day.

Pity. Her eyes couldn't deter the demons at all, and they began to torture her every few hours.

After a few days, Chestnut was afraid to look up at them, and the physical pain was still secondary, and for some reason, her wounds were restored so quickly, and human dignity was not as strong as she had imagined. After one never-ending insult and torture after another, she felt that she had lost her qualification as a human being.

Finally, a long list was thrown in front of her, and without much thought, let alone a closer look, she signed it with her remaining left hand.

Loria came out of Bogdanoska's quarters, thinking about the Count's specious words, and he had revealed something to her at great risk, but no one could guarantee that it was not a trap dug up for her to jump on.

She returned to her established route to the Great Chapel, and the watchers who had followed her far behind returned, doubling in number.

Loria ignored them. Just walking and silently recalling what I learned a long time ago, the number of people who rely on the power of Renault and Whitemayne to survive is about four hundred, and they directly command nearly half of the army in the abbey, excluding the Xueman garrison, in the house arrest of Herold now, the conservative nobles can hardly mobilize more than three hundred troops.

It's less than one-sixth of Renault's.

What if you use a sneak attack, plus yourself and Alice?

Loria narrowed her eyes and walked through the massive door, she was sure she had enough power to keep them at bay, but she couldn't guarantee victory in the ensuing turmoil, and even if she did, there would be many people left alive

She had never forgotten the threat from the outside world, and she didn't want to be a prisoner of that disgusting underground city again.

Is there any other way to stop them without leading to large-scale civil strife?

Renault sat in the first seat of the hall, holding a list in his hand. Whitemayne stood beside him, and when he saw Loria walk in, the former glancing at her with a sinister expression, while the latter still had the same indifferent look as he remembered.

Loria walked to the middle of the hall. She glanced at the crusaders on either side of the sheaths, she was sorry, she hadn't fought Renault, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to control them in an instant.

He and Whitemayne were frightened by Aaron, and now there were two hundred-man teams crammed into the hall, and the vicious ones with their blades were gone.

Loria glanced at the rows of crossbows in the shadows, a little terrifying in the Skyrim Province. A crossbow that fires densely and pierces plate armor is the best weapon against vampires.

She's just very good at heads-up, even if she's good at dodging and ice magic, there's no guarantee that she won't have a dead end at any time, just look at those barbed slave arrows, a single shot can nail her to the wall and not move.

Loria stood still, didn't say hello, and just looked into Renault's eyes.

"What else do you want to say?"

Renaud closed his eyes slightly, looking unhappy, it was not the first time that Loria had come, and there had been arguments and even quarrels between them.

Loria didn't arouse his reason and conscience, and he didn't make Loria obediently shut up and be a big lady who didn't ask anything.

"Nothing. Loria habitually squinted at Renault and Whiteman, who had once upon a time given her a faint warmth of home, and though one was taciturn and the other was terribly cold, they were not bad for her.

It's a pity that this false warmth is not worth mentioning in the face of interests and humanity.

She had given up on convincing them that once there was a crack in the mirror-like relationship, it would be difficult to repair it, and that the seeds of disillusionment and doubt, once planted, would always take root.

If you have time to quarrel here, you might as well go home and engage in a conspiracy.

"Take care. ”

Saluted and turned around, but Loria, who was about to leave, was suddenly blocked in her way.

"What's the matter?"

She turned to look at them.

Renault crumpled the long list in his hand and threw it at Loria, while Whitemane nodded at his men, and soon a crippled girl who was languishing and numb was brought up.

It looked familiar, Loria looked at the girl a few more times, her chestnut hair was dirty, she fell to the ground, it was difficult to even kneel, and when she saw her broken arm, Loria felt a strong nausea.

Not because of ugly wounds, but because of vile and cowardly abusers.

She forcibly picked up the paper ball on the ground and began to read, on which a large string of unrelated names were lined up, knowing and not knowing.

"Why do you have to do it so many times?"

When she saw her name, she suddenly laughed, a sweet smile that hadn't been on her face for a long time. To be continued.