The first thing Lilith felt was a squeezing sensation coming from her wrist.

The foot is dangling. Then the current situation should be suspended in mid-air by rope or chain. The latter is more likely because the cold characteristic of metal can be felt from around the wrist.

It sucks.

Not only the hands but also the feet were restrained by heavy objects. She moved her knee slightly, and then came to a rather undesirable conclusion—the iron locked to her foot weighed an estimated half a ton.

If the enemy's purpose is not to imprison, but to inflict suffering. The weight of the iron alone was enough to break her spine.

Worse than that, however, is the feeling of emptiness that feeds back from the skin's surface.

The hands-on man did it very neatly, and she probably didn't have a single thread left on her body now. In an absolutely undefended state.

The crisis of women's dignity is aside. Some of the small measures that can cope with the current situation are completely impossible to implement.

"Oh~ because you assassins always have a lot of tricks. So I had to do what I had to do. A crisp female voice came not far in front of her.

Lilith opened her eyes. Now that he has been found awake, there is no point in continuing to pretend to be asleep. She first took a look at her surroundings. Finally, he set his eyes on the cloaked guy in front of him.

The place she was in was a secret room. The only sources of light were two flaming torches. By the light of the fire, you can see the thick and thick stone slabs. There are also many dark patches between the cracks of the stone slabs. It should be dried blood or something like that.

There was a dull smell in the air. It's like a pile of rotting wood, and it feels heavy.

In the deeper and darker corners, you can faintly see that there are many standing and lying human figures in places that are difficult to reach by the firelight. and a lot of metal utensils scattered on the stone slabs, whose purpose can be discerned at a glance, and which make the spinal cord tingle.

Secret chambers, blood stains, skeletons, torture instruments.

It's not a good place. Maybe it's an abandoned torture cell, maybe it's some old torture room.

There are no light holes, no noise coming from the outside world. Well, most likely, it's underground.

It's a good place to kill people.

Lilith raised her head slightly. Look directly at the golden-red eyes hidden under the wide hood. The look in his eyes was like saying-

[--If you have any skills, use them.] 】

Minnie Mouse shook her head and removed the hood from her head.

She was pleased to notice that the Assassin's gaze fluctuated slightly when she saw her face.

It's good, not the kind of rookie who doesn't know anything.

"It's not what I wanted. I don't really like to talk to a young lady Assassin like you in such an environment. She slowed down her tone and tried to make her tone as soft and friendly as possible.

"So, in order to make the next conversation a little more harmonious. I think we can start by building some basic trust. The cloaked girl pressed her chest and bowed slightly, "Let's start with the name." ”

"My name is Minnie Mouse. What's your name?"

".................." Lilith didn't answer her, just turned her head away.

"It's a shame. Minnie said regretfully. "I didn't think I needed to be rude. ”

She picked up a slender steel needle from a nearby wooden frame.

…………………… Half an hour later.

Minnie Mouse left the dungeon somewhat depressed. The small solid wood and steel doors closed silently, making an indiscernible sound at the link.

"This guy...... Could it be dumb?"

Minnie Mouse was able to confirm that the Assassin's vocal organs had not been damaged in any way. But no matter how you treat her, you can't pry a word out of her mouth.

This can't help but make Minnie feel a little anxious.

Wants to deal with an assassin who can use illusion spells. Psychological torture is obviously useless - at least not for a short time. Then, it can only be dealt physiologically.

But the guy was seriously injured. Although it has been roughly dealt with spells, it should not be able to die for a while. But her physique is in an extremely weak state. It is estimated that you will be able to pass out with two lashes. You can also get a few stitches, or use some lightning magic to do a hit or two.

It's completely ineffective.

It was a pity, and Minnie thought to herself that maybe she should have nailed a red-hot steel needle into her fingernails, as some book says.

"Forget it, there's no time to spare. ”

"But it's nothing, it's an unexpected bonus anyway. She lowered her eyes, and after a moment of concentration, she sensed faint fluctuations in magic coming from afar. And the fluctuations are still moving slowly.

It seems that the mark that was placed on the wood elf has not been found.

Sure enough, this pre-arrangement was correct, and Roy was not proficient in the use of magic. At least not proficient enough to discover the tracking marker.

Then, when the poor little fellow returned to their lair, it would be harvest day.

Very good.

[This guy in the basement, let's starve her for a few days. When things are done, there is time to manipulate her. Maybe there will be some unexpected surprises at that time?]

She glanced at her right hand and frowned slightly.

Even when covered by a long dark fur glove, the hand still gives a subtle sense of incongruity when it moves. It was as if under the supple fur there was not a slender limb of a maiden, but a shriveled wooden stick.

It is no accident that such a delusion can be triggered.

Because this was the price Minnie had paid in the previous night's battle - most of the flesh of her right hand had been forcibly converted into metal by demonic energy to defend herself against the Assassin's tightropes. Although its hardness has been greatly increased, it can be twisted into a combat-ready form with magical power. But compared to the original flesh and blood, it is much more sluggish. The center of gravity of the body is also slightly tilted.

Not only that, but in order to activate the metal, the body's spontaneous rejection ability is suppressed. Minnie also had to pay for the magic on this right hand all the time. This is tantamount to pulling her combat ability down a little bit.

After all, the spellbook that Alice had obtained was only an early work by the dark wizard Geld. Although the ability to turn flesh into metal and manipulate it is documented. But the technology to restore metal to flesh and blood again is not mentioned.

Now I can only drag it out like this. Anyway, she can afford to spend this bit of magic.

[Even if you can't get any information in the end.] At least you can use this guy's body to vent your anger!]

Minnie thought bitterly, happy with her decision. The girl then reached out and unleashed several secret spells in the underground passage.

It's insurance. lest the Assassin use any strange means to cause something unpleasant. It is believed that those few chain rune traps will work at the right time.

She twisted her neck slightly. Like a light breeze, it silently left the secret passage underground. Wait until she reappears. It's already in the street outside the Wind Pavilion.

Speaking of which, it was a surprise to find such a secret room. Minnie Mouse was just looking for a temporary hiding place, but she stumbled near the mansion that the lord had given Alice. To hide from the servants who take care of the room. She had the idea for the warehouse at first. However, I didn't expect to find a dungeon that had been abandoned for many years in the corner of the warehouse!

It's almost as if it's pre-arranged. There is a place to rest, and there is a place for the Cypriots. It was just a yawn that a pillow fell from the sky. There's no reason not to put it to good use.

So, what to do now?

"The coordinates are still moving, and it's a little too early to get past now. Minnie Mouse turned her head to look in the direction of the exterior wall, which was being filled with the sound of people. Thousands of professional warriors and three times as many conscripts were tinkering with bunkers and gearing up to defend the city, presumably with the Storm Cloak attack.

Judging from Xueman's current city defense and morale. If the rebels don't come up with a good idea, it will take them at least a month and a half to get over the snowy outer walls. And this amount of time is completely enough for the reinforcements of the legion to go back and forth between Dugu and Wind Helmet.

"Perhaps...... Should I go over and have a look?"

Minnie Mouse looked up at the sky. The gloomy thick clouds make people's mood not happy at all. She knew very well that she had no interest in whether Xue Man would be beaten down at all. The reason why I wanted to go there was only because there was an officer named Hadawa, and this officer happened to be a friend of Alice's.

It doesn't matter how many people die in Xueman, but not a single hair of the people Alice cares about can't hurt a single hair.

[Damn Alice, can't you just restrain your feelings? Kill all the way to make sure that no one slips through the net!But your short memory has to fight against me everywhere!Procrastinating, you deserve to be killed in Loristed!]

[uh...... It seems that from my current position, it seems a little inappropriate to say this......]

[Okay.] I'm Alice now, not Minimenil]

[I'm Minnie Mouse now, not Minnie Menil. 】

[I'm ...... now Not...... What the hell is it supposed to be?]

Minnie shook her head vigorously, ignoring the logic that had become a mess in her mind. It's not once or twice anyway. Hold on and it's over.

After all, there's still a lot of time and a lot to do.

It's not in a hurry, is it?