Maxim's face showed a hint of surprise, and then quickly turned into a disdainful sneer, he watched as the boy raised his sword against him, slashed down in that rather skillful posture, he looked coldly, and took a step back very calmly before the blade was still a little away from his neck, and then easily threw a punch.

The young man's sword missed, his center of gravity suddenly deviated, and he involuntarily rushed forward, and suddenly, a sharp pain suddenly came up from his chest and abdomen, strongly stimulating the cranial nerves, and his internal organs were also churning, making him feel as if they would be spit out in one gulp the next moment.

He fell to the ground with a heavy fall, then rolled in pain with his belly in his arms, retching from time to time.

"If this punch is Charlemagne, then you're dead. Maxim made a mocking sound, his eyes drifted around, and he said impatiently: "Well, I don't have the heart to play games with you, and I'm not interested in knowing how Charlemagne was arrested by you, as long as you tell me where he is being held now, then I won't bother with your little Templar apprentice." ”

The boy's body finally calmed down, but his emotions were not the same, and he raised his head and stared at Maxim viciously.

The hatred in his eyes was carved into the bone marrow, Maxim was a little inexplicable, he didn't understand how such a fierce emotion came from, he didn't pay attention to what the boy just shouted "Miranda" and the like, because in his opinion, some gods of the Holy See would always chant two sentences of the title of a god between their hands, and he naturally wouldn't pay much attention to those messy things, so he automatically ignored these words.

"I ...... I told...... He got up in ......" The boy got up, he hung his head, and said something in a low voice, Maxim naturally turned his head sideways, and leaned forward a little bit of his neck, at this time. The boy suddenly flipped his wrist, and the sword in his hand stabbed at the exposed throat from the bottom up, but the blood he had hoped for did not happen, for his wrist was grasped by a long, powerful hand.

Maxim said coldly: "I said it. Don't play tricks, it seems to teach you a little lesson. He slowly stretched out his other hand, and then spread his fingers to cover the boy's face.

The boy wants to struggle, he wants to fight. He wanted to kill, but his body seemed to be imprisoned by something, and it was as if he was wrapped in a thick piece of leather around his body and limbs, and it was constantly shrinking inward, squeezing his chest and flesh, and the air in his lungs was squeezed out inch by inch.

Gradually. His face was pale, and although his mouth was wide open, he could not breathe any air, and beads of sweat continued to seep from his forehead, and when this feeling almost drove him crazy, Maxim's hand was closed, and the boy took a few steps back, gasping for air as if he had been through a tired battle, and when the fresh air poured into his body with a joyful cheer of incomparably beautiful vitality. He felt as if he had died once.

But when he had just regained a little strength. Raised his sword again, gasping and turning around. Then he walked towards Maxim reluctantly.

Maxim's eyebrows, hidden under the mask, furrowed tightly and snorted. A slap on the boy's cheek was slapped, and his strength was used well. Instead of leaving any marks on his face, he fanned the young man out of the air, and then rolled on the ground several times in a row, obviously not injured, but the young man felt that the bones in his body were shattered and there was an incomparably painful feeling, and he couldn't help but exhale miserably.

Maxim took a few steps forward, and no longer spoke, but bent down, grabbed the boy by the throat and raised him high, his fists beginning to rain down on him, and every punch and blow produced that heart-piercing pain.

There were no scars, no cracked places, the boy just felt the blood in his whole body rushing towards his head, as if it was about to burst the whole skull, burst, and before he was hit once, the blood vessels on the surface of his body bulged out, bulging on the surface of the skin like earthworms, and disappeared after a while, and then reappeared, and when he repeated this and so many times, he lost even the strength to groan.

"You should understand by now that I'm not joking," Maxim's mask floated with an eerie sheen in the moonlight, and his voice was eerie, as he stood in the training ground of the Holy See, and went through the painful process again, making the boy almost think that the other party was the legendary devil. "If you are willing to lead the way, then just blink your eyes, and I will naturally help you solve these pains, if...... Ha, I knew that. ”

Before Maxim's words could be spoken, the boy was already blinking his eyes busily, as if he was afraid that he would suffer more pain if he slowed down, the former nodded triumphantly, and as soon as his hand was released, the boy fell to the ground like soft clay, trembling all over, but he could not say a word.

"Hah, I almost forgot. Maxim stretched out his hand and pressed it on the young man's body, as if to expel some force from the latter's body, and a moan of pain that was released leaked out of the boy's mouth, and he opened his mouth wide, his chest could not help heaving, and sweat poured out of the pores that seemed to be blocked, and soon beneath him became a wet pool.

Now his eyes were full of horror, and he finally understood that his poor power was no threat to the other party.

Maxim bent down, leaned closer, and said lightly: "Let me ask again, are you willing to lead the way?"

This time, the boy nodded hurriedly, and kept blinking his eyes, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down, he would relive the painful process just now.

"Are you willing to take me there?" I still appreciate people who know the times," Maxim straightened up, and said, "But I advise you not to play any tricks, since I can get here, then I can naturally go out, and before that, I still have plenty of time to kill you, so you had better think about your own life before you do anything." ”

The boy nodded hurriedly, struggling to his feet, but now he looked very weak, and when he stood up, he was already staggering, as if he might fall down at any moment.

But Maxim knew that his punishment just now did not cause much damage to the young man's body, he was very measured, and most of those effects were only mental. Because originally I just wanted to make the teenager suffer a little, if he couldn't walk, then finding Charlemagne was obviously even more slim.

After resting for a while, the boy seemed to regain his life. There was a little brightness in his eyes, and he was silent for a while, and said, "I can take you there, but you have to answer me a question." He didn't want to go through that unbearable punishment again, though. But he also figured out one thing, that is, the other party didn't dare, and he didn't want to kill himself, since this is the case, then he might as well use this point to put forward a little condition, and believe that the other party should agree to himself without touching the bottom line.

"Oh, and what's the condition? Let's hear it. Maxim looked at the boy playfully.

The boy wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "I'll take you to Charlemagne, but you have to tell me my sister's whereabouts." ”

"Where is your sister, who is she?" said Maxim, looking surprised. Then he seemed to come to his senses, took a step back, looked the young man up and down, and said to himself: "The Miranda you just said should be that little girl, that is, your sister, I didn't expect you to be ...... But. Hey hey ......"

He glanced the boy up and down. Shaking his head, he said, "I don't know if it's your luck or misfortune?"

"I'll take you to Charlemagne, you. Tell me about my sister's whereabouts. The boy repeated, then added in a deep voice. "You swear." ”

"No problem," Maxim burst out laughing from behind his mask. He raised his hand and solemnly made an oath, then put down his hand, looked at the young man and said, "So you should be satisfied, right?" He sneered in his heart, this oath did not indicate whether he would tell the news to a dead person or a living person, there was naturally a difference in this, and he would personally take action to draw this distinction when the time came.

The young man glanced at Maxim with a complicated expression, then took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Follow me." ”

The stone chamber where Charlemagne was imprisoned was relatively deserted, in the corner of the entire temple complex, inconspicuous, and from a distance, it looked like a warehouse of obsolete objects, unrecognizable at all, and Maxim could not help but sigh that if he had found it by himself, it would have taken him several nights to notice it, and by that time, I am afraid that everything would be too late.

When the two Templar swordsmen guarding the stone chamber saw a stranger approaching, they couldn't help but whisper, "Stop, who?"

"It's me. The boy walked up calmly, his Templar swordsman outfit was clear in the moonlight, and the two Templar swordsmen had also seen the boy in and out of the stone chamber, and the latter was a little impressed when he followed the Alfred Paladin, and it was said that the other man later became a disciple of Lord Alfred, which made them very envious.

"It turned out to be you. "The Templar swordsman has relaxed his vigilance, and there would have been no accidents in the temple, but now that they are acquaintances, there is naturally no problem.

"Wait, who is he?" A Templar swordsman on the other side suddenly took a step back, looking warily behind the young man, the sword in his hand seemingly about to come out of its sheath.

"Ha, strictly speaking, I'm not from the Holy See. Without hesitation, Maxim walked up to the two templars, spread his hands to the sides, and said, "You don't need to know the answer. ”

As he spoke, the two Templar swordsmen suddenly felt as if they had been struck hard, their feet left the ground and flew backwards, and then their whole bodies seemed to be pressed against the wall of the stone chamber by a large hand, unable to move, their armor creaking and groaning, their faces quickly turned red, then snow-white, and finally their eyes gradually lost their lustre, and their heads drooped in convulsions.

"Templar swordsman, that's it. Maxim pursed his lips, grabbed the boy by the collar and lifted it, then stepped forward and kicked the door open, swaggering into the stone room.

It was only after he had walked a few steps that his footsteps suddenly stopped, because he saw a man standing in it with his back to him, and he knew that this person was quite a master just from the momentum and calm posture that this person had shown standing there.

"I thought you would come a little faster," Luo Lan turned around slowly, smiled, and said, "I've been waiting for you for a while." ”