The guards and Jin Wuwei who followed Tang Zhaozong and the Fusang Lord all got a share of rice, and there was fat cow rice in it, which was super refreshing to eat.

These people admired Yin Rongrong's approach, because in the past, when they were protecting these big people, the institutions and individuals in charge of reception sometimes did not treat them as human beings, so that these people were on duty hungry.

Even, some people couldn't even drink a sip of water, this time they received this piece of fat beef rice, although the price was not expensive, but they were very moved.

Some people only remember to please the big guys, but forget that the little guys who are around the big guys are just as important.

Therefore, once these people have a conflict with the big shots, they don't even have a room for relaxation.

Yin Rongrong is a smart person, so she won't make such a mistake.

Of course, the cost of providing fat beef rice for these people is huge, but Yin Rongrong understands that this cost is worth it.

A fat cow weighing 1,000 catties can make 2,500 servings of fat cow rice to 3,000 servings of fat cow rice, and of course it can make more.

However, if the number of beef pieces in the fat cow is less, it will not taste good.

If these things are eaten by the Jin Wuwei, they will tell their families, so that Yin Rongrong's reputation for fat beef rice will be hit.

In addition, there is an African-style egg and beef feast.

In addition, the offal egg noodles and scrambled eggs with tomatoes all made Tang Zhaozong and the lord of Fusang very happy.

After eating, Tang Zhaozong and the lord of Fusang both left ink treasures here.

Yin Rongrong was praised by the big man for the first time, so she immediately put these ink treasures into a photo frame and hung them up.

After Fei Xuechun knew about this, he immediately came over to congratulate Yin Rongrong.

Yin Rongrong said modestly: "I have just taken the first step, and I am still far from success." ”

Fei Xuechun said: "With the escort of these big people, it is not far from success." ”

Yin Rongrong said modestly: "I only know how to make these meals delicious, and I don't know anything else." ”

Gilbert bent his legs all the time, unable to hold on, and his bare feet fell into the flames that leaped upward. After a few moments, he erupted into a howl of extreme pain, and his body twitched violently. Bursts of spasms jerked his feet away from the flames. That's when he realized he could shake back and forth to alleviate the burn. But every time he swayed past the flames, he cried out again.

Once again, William couldn't figure out whether Gilbert was telling the truth or not. There is no way to confirm this. It may be assumed that, at a certain point, he was in excruciating pain, and would rather say whatever William wanted him to say, and seek a little relief in his despair; So it was important not to let him know too much what he wanted to hear, William thought worriedly. Who would have thought that torturing people would be so hard?

He lowered his tone to a calm tone, almost as if he were talking. "Where are you now?"

Gilbert screamed in pain and said in frustration, "What does it matter? ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go home!"

The man lost control. William knew that where he lived, from here to the north, he was going in the opposite direction.

"Where are you going?"

"What do you want from me?"

"I know when you're lying," William said, "just tell me the truth." He heard Walter whisper in agreement, and thought, "I've got it." Where are you going? He asked this for the fourth time.

Gilbert didn't have the strength to shake his body anymore. He groaned in pain as he stopped at the fire and bent his legs again to avoid the flames. But by this time the fire was already blazing, and the flames were so high that they were scorching his knees. William noticed a smell that seemed to have been smelled before, and a little disgusting; After a while, he realized that it was the smell of burnt flesh, and the reason why he had smelled it was because it was like the smell of opening rice. Gilbert's legs and feet were burned and cracked, and the hair on his calves was charred black; The fat from his flesh dripped into the fire and sizzled. William looked at his excruciating pain, and was simply fascinated. With every cry from Gilbert, William felt a deep thrill. He has the right to make a person's whole body miserable, and he is deeply satisfied with that. It was a bit like him locking a girl in a place where no one else could hear her screaming, just him and her, and he pressed her to the ground and lifted her skirt up to her waist, knowing in his heart that he could possess her without hindrance.

Almost reluctantly, he asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Gilbert forced no shouting, and said, "Go to Sherborn." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Put me down, and I tell you all for the love of Jesus Christ."

William felt that victory was in his hands. It's a deep satisfaction. But he's not quite there yet. He said to Walter, "Move his feet out of the fire." ”

Walter grabbed Gilbert's shirt and pulled it into his arms, letting his legs out of the flames.

"Say," said William.

"Count Bartholomew has fifty knights in the vicinity of Sherborn," said Gilbert in a choking voice, "and I will go and gather them and bring them to the Earl's Castle." ”

William had a smile on his face. All his guesses were confirmed with the utmost satisfaction. "So what does the Count plan to do with these knights?"

"He didn't say."

William said to Walter: "Burn him a little longer." ”

"Don't!" Gilbert screamed, "I'll tell you. ”

Walter hesitated.

"Speak quickly," William warned.

"They're going to fight for Queen Maude against Stephen," Gilbert finally said.

Sure enough, here's the proof. William tasted his success. "When I asked you about this in front of my father, would you answer in the same way?" He said.

"Yes, yes."

"Will you still tell the truth when my father asks you about it in front of the king?"

"Yes!"

"Swear by the cross."

"I swear by the cross, and I will tell the truth!"

"Amen," William said triumphantly, putting out the fire.

They tied Gilbert to his saddle, pulled the reins in front, and rode slowly forward. The knight could barely sit up straight, and William didn't want him to die, because he was useless when he died, so he tried not to be too rough with him. As they crossed a small river, he poured cold water on the knight's charred feet. Gilbert screamed in pain, but it might have been good for him.

William felt a strange taste of victory mixed with a strange frustration. He had never killed anyone, but he wished he could kill Gilbert. Torturing a person without killing him is like stripping a girl naked without raping her. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the need for a woman.

(End of chapter)