"Black Friars? Do you hear these two Scottish fellows call us that? Isabel Walton asked Francis' assistant, who was standing nearby.

"Yes, Your Excellency. Others call us hell knights, death knights, and demon knights. Thor, an assistant who was also dressed in a black monk's uniform and wearing a humanoid mask, replied quickly.

As Isabel and her assistant walked towards the river, they asked, "Thor, what do you think?" ”

"I think the title 'Black Monk' is good, it sounds like we have a terrifying, demonic power that can defeat all enemies."

"Well, I'll use that title in the future. Thor, you now go to the grove and tell the others to take their horses and get ready to go. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency."

As Thor trotted towards the grove on the east side of the clearing, Isabel hurried to the river with her longbow in hand. The Black Friars, who were present, made way for her, and then walked up to Francis's side and whispered, "Did the two highlanders say?" ”

Francis Swift shook his head angrily, pointed his sword at the nose of one of the tall Scottish Highlanders, and said, "My lord, this bastard just won't tell where the others are. ”

The tall Scottish Highlander kneeling on the ground raised his head and stared at the silver-masked man known as "The Adult". When he saw the pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle's eye behind the silver mask, he suddenly felt a sense of panic.

Isabel nodded and handed the longbow to Francis. Glancing at the other highlander, who was languishing and always keeping his head down, he came to the highlander with his head up, leaned down and said defiantly, "Hey, bluethorn, your face reminds me of the thistle flowers of the highlands." You call this thorny flower the national flower, right? ”

The tall Scotsman snorted softly, "That's right. Just as the Scotland was saved from the Romans, thistles will help us overcome the English. ”

"Victory over the English?" Isabel repeated jokingly, then looked at the other blackfriars present, and said, "Did you all hear that? This arrogant highlander wants to win over the English!? ”

"Hahaha, this guy is crazy, isn't he?" A blackfriar laughed.

"Do these bastards, who like to wear the plaid skirts of Highland women and bare-ass, still want to beat them up in the city of London?" The other blackfriar said coldly.

"Yes, he should be allowed to wear the skirt of a highland woman and dance barefoot on the thistle-covered ground."

"I really don't understand why these bastards like to fight in skirts?"

"Because when their spears are broken, they can use their spears to fend off the attacks of the English."

"Hahaha............"

When Isabel stopped the blackfriars who were present from laughing, she turned her face to the Scotsman who was kneeling on the ground and said coldly, "Blue Thorn, now do you know why you can't fight in a plaid skirt?" ”

The Scotsman said contemptuously, "That's because that idiot MacDonald promised Sir Alex Ferguson not to appear in Richmondshire in a skirt." ”

"That's right, you're just a mercenary, a bluethorn who lives for money. Therefore, you are not qualified to put on a pretense before me as a preference for freedom and independence, and to resist foreign invaders. ”

"Sir, aren't you the same? You are just a woman, but you stand in front of me in a mask, and tell me in the calm and arrogant language of the English that you are a victor who does not dare to show his true face!? ”

Enraged, Francis kicked the Scotsman to the ground and stomped on his chest. He pointed the sword of the Cross Knight in his hand at him and said viciously, "Apologize to your lordship!" If you don't want to say it, it's useless to keep that pig tongue of yours. ”

The Scotsman smiled heroically: "Hahaha, take it, I don't plan to return to the highlands alive anyway." ”

Isabel shook her head, straightened up and looked at Francis's other lieutenant and said, "Go find some pieces of cloth to cover your face, and bring two more hydration bladders filled with water." ”

The mercenary's mouth was so hard that it seemed that he could only use punishment to get him to speak. After a while, the deputy ran back with a few pieces of cloth cut from the dead Scotsman and two hydration bags, and Isabel took it and said to Francis, "Let this guy lie flat on the ground, tie his feet, and raise his feet." ”

Francis and his lieutenant did as she asked, and laid the Scotsman with his feet tied flat on the grass. Isabel handed the water bag to Francis, crouched down on the Scotsman's head and looked down and said, "Hey, Bluethorn, Highlander, I guess you need water to stimulate your hot head right now, right?" ”

The Scotsman, with his hands and feet tied, did not know what she wanted to do, and struggled to say, "Smelly woman, I suppose your face must be ugly!" An ugly woman's face, no man wants you, hahaha......"

Laughing angrily, Isabel didn't speak, but placed two pieces of cloth that could cover his entire face on his face, and asked Francis to start pouring water on the fabric. The cold water that came out of the water bag poured into the Scotsman's face, and the cloth that covered his face prevented him from spitting it out, so he could only exhale once.

Almost immediately, the tortured Scots entered a feeling of suffocation and drowning without being able to breathe. Under the control of the nerve centers of the brain, the Scots were constantly vomiting, coughing, and suffering in unspeakable pain, and struggling on the ground with their dead and alive.

"Stop." Isabel waved her hand and told Francis to stop pouring water. Squatted down and lifted the two pieces of fabric that had already soaked the Scotsman's face, and stared at the other party's painful face: "Blue Thorn, is there anything you want to tell me now?" ”

The Scotsman, who opened his mouth and breathed hard, saw a large amount of water being sucked into his stomach, lungs, and trachea, and seemed to be unable to hold on. Staring at Isabel with a pair of panicked eyes, it took a long time to say, "I think, you must be very ugly!" Otherwise, it is plague......"

"Go on." After giving Francis a command, Isabel stood up and said to Francis's deputy, "Put the other blue thorn head flat on the ground, I'm sure he will say it." ”

The CIA's methods of interrogation of suspected al-Qaeda terrorists were indeed effective, and coupled with the fact that cold water could reduce the consumption of blood oxygen in the human body and prolong the victim's torment, the two Scots, who still wanted to live, quickly told where the others were hiding.

"Brothers, hurry up!" Isabel Walton, the leader of the Black Friars, gave an order.