The light from the brazier left an eerie shadow on the walls of the cell, making it look eerie and hideous.

Behind the iron fence that leaked into the light was the figure of an elven warrior.

His head hung over his chest, his legs curled up on the ground, his arms pinned to the wall—nails piercing his wrists, iron balls dragging his neck, shackles clasping his feet, chains wrapped all over his body.

Burns, burns, cuts, blows, corrosion... Everything;

None of the nails survived, and the hair was forcibly pulled out;

From head to toe, inside and out... It can be said that this elven warrior has "experienced" all known physical and spiritual punishments in the world, and Mo said that he is still alive, and even if he has only one breath left, it can be regarded as a "miracle of the Holy Cross".

The squinting black-haired wizard leaned against the fence and silently looked at the figure in the cell.

It's a very "wonderful" feeling to look at people through a prison cell... Especially for those who have experienced this kind of pain before.

It's like looking in the mirror, and you will subconsciously bring yourself into the other person's situation.

"Your Excellency. The witcher in charge of the interrogation stepped forward and presented the parchment scroll on the table with both hands: "This is Master Dalton Khand, please take a look at the interrogation records of the last three days." ”

Loren raised his eyebrows and gladly took it, densely packed with neat handwriting in his eyes.

Under the Eagle Throne of the Kingdom of the Azores, the chief lieutenant of the "Royal Court" in the "Four Courts", Rod Ill;

Saber Shingetsu, the ancestral long sword of the 11th family of the Il, the way of the samurai, "blood for blood", the damage taken will be repaid twice as much as the enemy who was touched by the blade for the first time;

In addition to the chief and second seats, there were twenty-eight samurai, called adjutants, and sixteen sorcerers, called assistants, who specialized in guarding and assassination, infiltration, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, and were responsible for all intelligence work in the Eagle King's court;

The so-called "four courts" are, from highest to lowest, "governors, royals, guards, and guards," collectively referred to as the "four courts"; each of the four courts has its own functions, and the number of people is also different, and the status is different.

If you compare it according to the official functions of the empire, it is almost the difference between "personal soldiers, assassins, generals, and knights".

The political system of the Azorean kingdom is similar to that of the empire, and the lords of the eagle throne share the power and wealth of the kingdom, the only difference is that the eagle king has more power than the emperor and has the authority to remove and change the lords.

Model of military organization of the Kingdom of the Azores......

Taxation and fiscal system of the Kingdom of the Azores......

Culture and traditions of the Kingdom of the Azores......

Food and Rest Customs of the Kingdom of the Azores......

...... of the Kingdom of the Azores

Looking at the content of the parchment scroll, the black-haired wizard who sighed couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Isn't this all that can be asked, what else is there to recruit?!

Thinking about Dalton Kander's sentence when he entered the door, "Although all the information has been dug up, you can continue to try", Loren couldn't help but sigh, the self-esteem-wounded mentor is really a little more terrible than Charlotte.

With one enemy and two enemies, without opening the valve, and completely unaware of the enemy's means and abilities, capture one and cripple the other, what else does the mentor want?

In other words, who is the protagonist of this book - the little priest, the mentor, or His Majesty the Emperor?

Well, not myself anyway.

"Let's all go out, just me and him here. The black-haired wizard who put down the note in his hand and looked at the prisoners in the prison sighed:

"Remember to keep the door closed, no one is allowed to enter without my orders. ”

"Lord Duke?" the interrogator looked stunned, but explained as best he could, "This guy has a hard mouth, even Lord Dalton wants to pry it open, so let's ...... for you"

"I said, get out. ”

Raising his hand to stop the witcher who was still trying to speak, Loren, who didn't look back, said in a deep voice: "But for the next thing, I am enough alone." ”

Just looking at the traces on this elven warrior's body, Loren understood what the other party meant.

Interrogation has always been a "dirty job", but also a technical job - not only to be ruthless, but also to grasp the proportion, so that the other party can feel the greatest pain under the premise of minimizing the injury, so that the prisoner does not faint easily or die violently.

Most importantly, you can't think of the other person as a "person", or even a "living being" or even a "living" being.

Because people will have empathy for these things, and they will subconsciously think about each other - in the interrogation process, these emotions must be completely stifled.

Even Dalton Kander was not confident enough to be able to control the balance, and could only rely on the help of these "professionals" who were skilled in interrogation and punishment.

But the last thing Loren needs now is this "means", so ......

"Go out, and remember to keep the door open and don't let people in. Loren whispered.

The witcher stopped arguing, bowed respectfully, and left the room with two of his men.

"Boom ——!"

The screeching sound of the iron door closing echoed through the cell.

The figure behind the iron fence shook, like a sleeper awakened, and raised his head with difficulty.

"The Duke... My lord?"

He tilted slightly sideways to avoid the glare of the fire, squinting, and looked at the figure of the black-haired wizard outside the iron fence in confusion.

"Byrne... Duke?"

"Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne, Lord of the Thirteen... Call me whatever you want to call me, and I'm the one you're going to kill. Loren replied softly, leaning against the iron fence and looking down at the elven warrior who was kneeling on the ground:

"As you can see, I'm alive. ”

The elven warrior blinked his purple swollen eyes with difficulty, and his expression was very dull.

"Your plan has failed, it has failed—and not only that, but the two 'Lord Zad' to whom you are allegiated... Well, or the Zade siblings, they also revealed the secret stakes and intelligence networks of all the Azorean elves in the empire. The black-haired wizard continued:

"And you, Rhodes Ehr, you have fallen victim to their escape, abandoned here as a captive, to be ravaged by others, and there is no hope in sight, and even a trip to hell has become a luxury, and now, I want you to tell me about ......"

"Heheha......!!!!haha

Before he could finish speaking, Loren was interrupted by a burst of laughter.

"Hehehe... Heheheha... Hahaha......" The figure behind the cell laughed maniacally, and the trembling voice was accompanied by the chains and shackles on his body, making a "whoosh" sound: "Hahahaha... Ha ha... Loren, Lord Loren Turin! What do you want to know, what do you want to know, I'll tell you everything! Hahaha... cough cough cough...!!!"

"I... I'm a book!I'm an open book!hahahaha......"

The black-haired wizard frowned slightly, his expression slightly stunned.

Bang——!

The figure behind the iron fence suddenly leaned forward, pulling the shackles and iron nails and chains on his body, desperately widening his eyes and sticking his head towards Loren, with a crazy expression, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was laughing, and like tearing.

"Tell me! Tell me what you want to know!" The elven warrior seemed to be staring at Loren, but also seemed to be looking at something else: "I don't want to know the names of the Imperial Court Warriors, do you want to know the ability of each of their guys in the way of the samurai, I'll tell you!"

"Well, not interested? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I know anything else, I know something else, I know everything about whether the Eagle King's housework is interested or not, I know it clearly! The Imperial Court is the Eagle King's henchman, and everything in the court is under control, I know everything! I can tell you!"

The chattering elven warrior fell into a sense of "talking to himself".

"Oh, that's it, yes, yes... I've already said it, let's not talk about it! Alas, let's talk about how the army is in the Azores; I know every one of the generals in the court, and I know everything I like and dislike!

"Oops, it's all my fault, I almost forgot, I almost forgot, you actually want to know the secret of the Azorean long knife, right? This is also a top secret within the kingdom, even if it is an ordinary sword, the truly top-notch famous swords are forged by the palace craftsmen, and each one is registered in the ......"

Without saying a word, Loren slowly crouched down, engrossed, staring at the other party's eyes.

But the "madness" of the elven warriors did not end there.

The smile on his face was still there, but his body trembled again, and his grinning mouth kept trembling.

"That's... We're pretty much talking, it's time to hit me, right?" he stuck out his chapped tongue and tried to lick his swollen, cracked lips:

"What's going to do with me this time? I just used a soldering iron in the morning, so could it be another soldering iron?"

"Whip, whip... Hey, hey, hey, you have to dip it in salt water and hang barbs... The fish bones are the best, the iron nails are actually a little worse, hey, why don't you just use the iron rod, the iron rod is the best, you can use it any way, and it is convenient, more convenient than the nail bed and the plucking clip, and it is convenient......"

"And weightlessness, nooses, ice chambers, furnaces, poisons...... All sorts, all sorts, right? It's okay, it's okay... I can still hold on for a long, long, long time......"

"Oh yes, yes, yes... If I'm blind, I can't see, if I'm deaf, I can't hear, if I have a broken mouth, if I'm stupid, I can't think... If you want to ask me any more questions, you'll have trouble!"

He was still babbling, talking to himself—even though Loren didn't ask him any questions, he kept answering, repeating those answers.

Those answers that have already been written on parchment scrolls.

A word, a word, a punctuation mark... None have changed.

Exactly, exactly the same.

It's like a repeater, mechanically repeating what has been said countless times.

Loren squinted his eyes at the repetitive elven warrior.

This elf... Or rather, the book has indeed been excavated by Mentor Dalton, and has been completely destroyed, and there is no more information to be obtained from him.

Is that really the case?

If so, then why would the guru tell himself that he could try it—wouldn't it be more useful to just tell himself that he's crazy?

Or if there is any information you don't know, just tell yourself directly, and let yourself find a way to get the words out of his mouth, isn't it okay?

The information that can be mined is almost dug up, but you might as well give it a try......

What is the guru suggesting to himself?

The black-haired wizard with twinkling eyes kept calculating the clues and resources in his hands;

Rhodes Il, who was the lieutenant of the chief samurai of the Imperial Court, who was the Eagle King, was the Night Watch to the Supreme Emperor of the Empire, and was in charge of intelligence and assassination, and was supposed to have the basic functions of reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance.

In other words, for such a thing as torture to extract confessions, the elven warrior in front of him should have been familiar with it for a long time, and it is even likely that he has received special training in this area to avoid leaking.

After all, the "Imperial Court" is an intelligence department, and it is impossible not to think of such a thing as being captured and forced to confess, and they should do their best to avoid the leakage of information.

But he said it anyway... And it's like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, all of them are recruited, and there is nothing left, far exceeding Dalton's mentor's expectations.

How is that possible?

From being caught to going crazy, there were only three days in between, and he leaked almost all the information about the Azorean kingdom, and he should be able to write a few books when he sorted it all out... It is simply impossible to be so "efficient" without being a professional.

So there should be disinformation in this.

However, it is not easy to fool Mentor Dalton with false information - it requires at least extremely careful thinking and absolute sanity, and at the same time you have to be convinced.

Loren, who didn't squint, shook his head slightly, denying his thoughts.

Dalton's mentor's "hints" would never be for such a boring thing.

It must be something very simple, but it can't be said explicitly, and you have to let yourself "get along" with this elven warrior before you can gradually wake up.

Elven samurai... He could have been full of lies, he could have said nothing, but he pretended to be crazy and stupid, and told himself all the information he knew......

What exactly is he trying to hide, what is he trying to forget?

"Hehehe... Hahahaha... Hahahaha... Hahahahaha......ha

In the quiet cell, only the still maniacal laughter of the elven warriors echoed.

In the crazy laughter, there was a faint hint of restlessness and unease.

He said everything he wanted to know and wanted to know, but he always avoided an important, crucial question.

A question he knew absolutely, but would never utter.

"Lord Rod Ehr, I would like to get a copy of your book... Answer. ”

"It's a very simple question, and it's a very difficult question to ask, so in order to avoid your hesitation, I'll tell you what the problem is at the outset. ”

In the cell, the black-haired wizard who was half-crouching down was expressionless, calmly looking directly into the crazy eyes of the elven warrior:

"His Majesty the Eagle King of the Kingdom of the Azores... What do you want?"