"Squeak~~~." The door of the dungeon opened, and the rusty iron door made a sour sound, and a sturdy jailer walked in, wearing a black hood, wearing a greasy jacket, his bracers were nailed with metal nails, and he walked with his chest and belly folded, and the nine-tailed leather whip in his left hand patted his thigh from time to time, making a snapping sound, and the sound was particularly loud in this damp and dark dungeon, and a group of gray rats squeaked and squeaked past his feet in the corner.

"Huhu, is it to release me?" In the fourth room to the left of the two rows of cells, a balding and fat man heard the voice of the jailer slamming down the cell door, his dirty hands clutching the iron fence tightly, and his voice screamed hoarsely.

"Smack~~~." Suddenly there was a loud whip, the jailer picked up the whip and slammed it on the iron fence, there was only one prisoner in the dungeon of this castle at this time, it was Jeff the merchant in the merchant guild of Mason Town, the whip was whipped hard on the iron fence of the cell, and the frightened Jeff sat on the ground and kicked back a few steps back.

"Kwa kua-kua-kua~~~." At this moment, the sound of leather boots on the ground sounded, accompanied by heavy footsteps, five palace guards escorted two nobles in, Jeff looked up curiously at the nobles who were escorted in, and was surprised when he saw their faces clearly, because it was Baron Walker and his son Sir Andrew, who had sheltered him, which made Jeff feel cold.

"Squeak, Peng~~." Baron Vark was locked up in the empty cell opposite Jeff, which was a very damp room. Jeff knew where the nests of cockroaches and bed bugs were, they were always crawling everywhere in the dark, eating everything they could find, and Jeff even dreamed that he died in this dungeon and his rotting bones were eaten clean by cockroaches and bed bugs.

"On the orders of Lord Duke Ebel, the jailers brought Sir Andrew over for torture." Baron Valk was imprisoned, but Sir Andrew was not so lucky, and he was escorted by the palace guards to a room at the entrance of the dungeon, where it was filled with various torture instruments, and the strange shape of iron was terrifying. Some of them also have human hair and blood stains stuck to them.

"Ahh Sir Andrew struggled. His strong arms were firmly grasped by the three palace guards, and his body couldn't move at all, and he was forced to take off his clothes, revealing his naked/naked upper body. He was then shackled by the guards to a wooden frame in the shape of a T-shape.

"Are these torture instruments in Levi's?" The palace guard looked curiously at the jailer in the black peaked hood. These jailers are hereditary. The father died and the son took over the work, so they all had their own set of torture methods, and it can be said that every torture instrument here has a heritage. The jailer, Levi, was familiar with the palace guards, who lived and befriended the ordinary people, but wore a hood to guard the prisoners and carry out executions, supposedly so that the spirits of the dead would not find them, although others said that this was to prevent the prisoners and their families from retaliating.

"Jingle Bell." Levi did not answer, but went to a dirty wooden table, and opened a roll of brown coarse linen, and heard only the sound of metal clanging inside, and saw that many small bags were sewn into the coarse linen, and in them were all kinds of iron tools, and there were various types of iron tongs for pulling people's teeth, and there were iron skewers ranging from large to small, and there were several iron hooks, which were dark and shiny.

"What's on this?" A palace guard asked, pointing to the shiny black iron hook and in a puzzled voice, the jailer, gravedigger, and watchman always had an air of mystery and uncertainty.

"This iron hook can penetrate the collarbone at the shoulder position of the person after it is burned red, so that no matter how fierce the person is, he cannot escape, and the black thing is human oil." Levi was actually a very nice guy to get along with after taking off his hood, but when he put on his hood and worked, the cold gaze that revealed through his exposed eyes made the palace guards shudder, but they were reluctant to watch a knight being tortured.

"Haha, yes, it's the champion knight Andrew who is tied, and he must use some special torture equipment." A palace guard said with a gloating voice, the champion knight who was originally high and invincible, but now he has been stripped of his clothes and become a sheep to be slaughtered, which greatly satisfies the distorted psychology of the guards, and the executions on weekdays are carried out in the town square or castle clearing, so that everyone can watch, on the one hand, to deter everyone, on the other hand, to humiliate sinners, but because of Sir Andrew's noble status, Lord Abel is particularly gracious, and this is carried out in the dungeon, In order to preserve their reputation and decency, it also made the palace guards the only spectators, and it is no wonder that they were in high spirits.

"A knight?" Livai didn't seem to care about the things in the castle on weekdays, he just looked at the tied Andrew suspiciously, but there was no hesitation in his hand, he chose a headband made of iron tsuò, this thing was made by him in his spare time, and he didn't know if it could be wielded, but he was able to use his Xiao Ming on a knight, which made Livai feel very honored.

"Ah, ah~~~." Andrew looked horrified at the hooded jailer, placing the strange circle on his head, and then twisted the five short screws on the headband, and it was obvious that Andrew felt five bulging objects digging into his scalp.

"Sir Andrew, don't blame us for not reminding you, it's too late to confess and tell us who gave you that poisonous sword." The palace guards did not wish to stop the jailer's punishment, but in accordance with their duties and orders, they spoke coldly to Sir Andrew as if they were unfeeling.

"Phew~~." As expected, the haughty Sir Andrew spat at the palace guards, his eyes glaring at what he considered to be a shameless and despicable villain, and of course he preferred that it was the abominable Arold standing in front of him.

"Hey, execute Livai." The palace guard, who was vomited, said to the jailer with a smile instead of anger.

"Squeak, squeak." Levi, who received the order, immediately grabbed the headband on Sir Andrew's head, and on the iron belt in the shape of a cross in the center, something like a corkscrew, as his hands twisted hard, there was a creaking sound, Sir Andrew felt the headband tighten more and more, tighter and tighter, the iron skin cut into the scalp and the blood flowed down like a waterfall, and the burning pain immediately hit Sir Andrew's heart.

"Ah~~~." A terrible scream resounded throughout the dungeon, and Jeff covered his ears with his hands with a pale face, and curled up in the corner of the cell. (To be continued......)

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