"Guess right, guess again, what would happen if I sprinkled this medicine on your wound?"

After a somber laugh, the black-robed man continued, "Give you a moment to think about it, where did Celalia go?"

"I'm not going to say anything. ”

Cohen knew what the price would come for saying this, and secretly clasped his hands tightly, ready to be salted from his wounds.

"Ah ......"

Cohen still underestimated himself, the wound was salted, and the pain was simply not something that could be borne by being prepared.

After the scream, Cohen rolled on the ground in pain.

The black-robed man said, "When you sent the Killing Sword to Serrali, did Serala say that she would possess the Killing Sword alone?"

"You...... How do you know...... I'll give the sword to Salalha?"

The pain made Cohen struggle to speak, and he finally finished his sentence, gasping for breath for a long time before continuing: "You weren't there at the time. ”

"You don't have to lie to me, I won't say these things, you should also think that Salalia appeared in the palace, naturally because we have an internal response in the palace. ”

"But what happened at that time, I only told the eldest prince and these people, can I ...... it?"

"Yes. The black-robed man admitted without hesitation: "One of the eldest prince's personal guards is also one of our internal guards, and we have prepared a lot for the sword of killing. ”

The black-robed man did not shy away from this, and directly admitted it, because in his eyes, Cohen was a dying man, and he would not have anything to worry about telling these secrets to a dying man.

Cohen said: "Then what else do you ask, I have told you all about the situation at that time, and I believe you know everything." ”

"Judging from what happened later, you did get hit hard and then fell unconscious, but what happened before you fell unconscious, I think you should remember it well, whether you missed something. ”

The black-robed man added, "For example, if Celalia and Alvert teamed up to escape and jointly swallowed the Sword of Killing, or if Celaria mentioned any place, person, or anything like that. ”

"I don't know what the killing sword you are talking about, only that they snatched a rusty broken sword, is there anything special about that sword?"

"You actually call the Sword of Killing a broken sword, it is the Sword of Killing, one of the three major artifacts of the Dark Temple, and the artifact of the Town Hall of the Blood Temple. The black-robed man was a little angry, and his voice increased a little in vain.

The Howling Moon Twin Wolves and the Hurricane Knight fought to the death for that sword, although Cohen knew that the sword must be extraordinary, but the rusty appearance, Cohen really couldn't associate it with the legendary artifact.

Cohen said, "No wonder you tried so hard to get the sword, but unfortunately you didn't succeed, and the sword was taken by Celalia. ”

"Otherwise, what do I want you to do, you should think about what you are missing, and tell me quickly, otherwise, there will be some of you who will feel better. ”

"Don't say I've said everything I know, and even if I know something, I won't tell you, phew. A mouthful of saliva squirted out of Cohen's mouth, but at this time, he didn't have the strength to spit it on the black-robed man.

Cohen's behavior aroused the anger of the black-robed man again, and said, "Don't say it, you will feel good next." ”

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The author is a kind person, he really can't think of any too bad way to torture people, and he can't let readers have nightmares after reading the book, of course, the author can't admit that the real reason is because the words are poor, and I don't know how to describe it.

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After some inhuman torture, Cohen himself can't remember how much he fainted, and he only had half a life left.

The black-robed man was also exhausted, and still didn't get any news from Cohen, the angry black-robed man grabbed Cohen's collar, lifted him up, and yelled, "Do you mean it or not?"

A wry smile emerged from Cohen's face, distorted by pain, and it was very strange, and he opened his mouth but said nothing.

'Phew', a mixture of saliva and blood squirted out of Cohen's mouth, this time closer, spraying directly on the face of the black-robed man.

The black-robed man was suddenly furious, kicked Cohen a few meters away, pulled out his sword, and said, "I'm going to kill you." ”

The black-robed man took a step forward, but stopped.

A sudden sound of 'Si Si Suo' sounded.

Voices from there?

'Squeak, squeak, squeak......'

The voice rang out again, but it was a little different from the one just now.

After listening closely, the black-robed man determined that the source of the sound was from a pile of debris in the alley.

With a "whoosh", a small gray animal ran out of the debris, although it ran very fast, but the black-robed man had already seen its appearance clearly.

It's just a mouse, no fuss.

But what happened next really scared the black-robed man a lot.

"Ah......", a lazy voice came out of the clutter, followed by a few yawns in succession.

Is there anyone else here?

A random wooden plank leaning on top of the sundries was removed, and an extremely scruffy old man stepped out of it.

It turned out that the middle of this pile of debris had long been hollowed out and became a homeless homeless living place.

The old man's shabby clothes were covered with stains, and he didn't know how long he hadn't washed them, mixed with the smell of wine, and a red face, he was a drunkard.

"Goo, goo......"

The old man untied a flask from his waist, raised his head and drank two sips, and scolded: "Damn rat, crawling all over my face, how can I sleep, if I catch it, I will definitely peel your skin." ”

After speaking, the old man drank two more sips of wine, and after a long sigh, he closed the lid.

Although the drunkard woke up, the wine was not awake, and he looked drunk, and his eyes tried to open and see something, but he immediately closed them again.

As soon as he was short, he simply sat on the ground and closed his eyes.

It turned out to be an alcoholic, and it was rare to drink himself like this in broad daylight.

The black-robed man thought: It's just a drunkard, there's nothing to worry about, if you appear here today, you can only say that your life is not good, and I'll give you a sword by the way, so that you and Cohen will die together.

Just as the black-robed man had planned and was about to implement it, he suddenly struck, his head stiffened as if he had turned it abruptly, and he turned to the drunkard again.

This drunkard seemed to be a little familiar, and on second thought, he was sure he had seen this person.

It wasn't long ago, and it was about an hour ago.

In order to get the news of the Killing Sword, Cohen has been targeted by the black-robed man since he left school.

Eating, being intercepted by Ernest, getting into a fight with Craig, he knew it.

In addition, there was another thing, a love that he didn't think much about, he just thought it was an ordinary blackmail.

But now it seems that it may not be so simple.

The black-robed man's eyes widened, and after looking at it for a long time, he finally confirmed that the drunkard who blackmailed Cohen and the drunkard in front of him were clearly the same person.