"Whew-"

Custer almost jumped up from the ground, but before he could close his open mouth, he was caught in a set of ropes, pulled backwards, and tied to the bamboo in the corner.

The pain in his crotch made him breathe in the cold air, and his mind went blank.

McGonagall, who was standing on the side, subconsciously retracted her legs, and was suddenly a little glad that Camilla didn't wake him up in this way, otherwise the story must have gone in a different direction.

"Say, which way of death are you going to choose?" Camilla didn't know where to take out a set of leather whip candles, raised her hand and snapped a whip on Custer's face, leaving a deep blood mark on his face, and asked coldly.

Custer was awakened by this whip, although the pain in his crotch was unbearable, but he still tried to look at Camilla with his legs between his legs, his expression panicked, and hurriedly said: "Countess Bathory, this must be a misunderstanding......

"Smack!"

Camila didn't talk nonsense, and raised her hand to give another whip.

Custer grinned with his teeth, and the whip was covered with barbs, and when the whip came down, it brought down strings of flesh and skin, and the pain could be imagined.

"You're here for me, aren't you?" Connie stepped forward, looked at Custer, and clenched her fists.

"This young lady, I wonder who you are? There may be some misunderstanding between us...... "Custer looked at Connie, endured the pain, and tried to squeeze out a little smile, his mood had sunk to the bottom, his brain was running fast, he didn't expect to fall into the hands of others today.

"Liar, you are obviously Gali's lackey, I saw you and Gali standing together at the banquet of the Fak tribe at the banquet of the Fak tribe! You were the ones who killed my father and mother, and my relatives! Connie raised her hand and slammed her fist into Custer's jaw, knocking off several of his teeth.

"Ahem...... Custer coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, looked at Connie innocently and said, "It seems that you have recognized the wrong person, I don't know you, I don't know any Gali, I'm just an ordinary businessman...... Please spare me, I am old and young......"

"You ......" Connie looked at Custer, her face showing a little hesitation, could it really be that she recognized the wrong person?

"Custer, nicknamed Vulture, a native of Townsena Town in the Los Empire, fled the empire in his early years due to drunken murder of his wife, and then traveled to the continent, became an intelligence merchant, and established a huge intelligence network on the Nolan continent, covering all ethnic groups, to sell intelligence and information, and make a lot of profits. The vulture is so mysterious that few people know his true appearance, and it is said that he has changed his appearance several times, which is long since then. McGonagall looked at Custer and smiled, "How many skins are hidden under this skin?" ”

Karst stared at McGonagall, his stiff face twitching and fear in his eyes, this guy was not a simple chef and restaurateur as he had guessed, but now it seemed that he might not have had a chance to find out who he was.

Seeing that Custer acquiesced to his words, McGonagall smiled and continued, "If you tell the truth about how you helped Gallie rebel and kill the chief of the Falk tribe, I may be able to make your death a little more enjoyable." ”

"Why am I talking this nonsense to you when you are going to die, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?" Caster sneered at McGonagall, "Are you trying to help her regain her position as chief?" Oh, I tell you, you can't succeed, Gali has taken control of the Fak tribe, what are you going to fight with him? ”

"Smack!"

Camilla's whip fell on him again, tearing off a strip of flesh from his clothes.

"Ahh

Custer was trembling in pain, interrogation was one of the things he did best, only he never imagined that one day he too would be tied up, and the barbed whip would fall on him.

"Don't talk too much nonsense, or I'll whip you to death slowly, and at this rate, it will probably take a thousand and one lashes to pull all the flesh off your body. But at that time, your consciousness is still awake, and you can't die if you want to, so I'll use a healing potion to restore your injuries and start all over again. Camila looked at Custer with a smile and a glint of eagerness in her eyes.

"You...... You can't do that to me......" Custer broke down in an instant, struggling to move, but got two more lashes.

Intense pain came from the wound, and Custer swayed from side to side, but he couldn't break free from the ropes on his body.

I said...... I say it all......" Caster almost cried out as she looked at Camila's whip raised again.

"Smack!"

The whip landed on Custer's body anyway, bringing a patch of flesh from his thigh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so useless, you can't hold on for three seconds." Camilla apologized insincerely, and the whip hung in her hand, and she didn't mean to put it away.

Custer grinned in pain, but he didn't dare to speak angrily, his eyes fell on Connie's body, and said, "Yes, it was I who helped Gali plan that coup d'état, killing the chieftain and the chief's wife of the Fark tribe, as well as all the orcs who supported the chief. It was I who provided Gary with all the intelligence information he could, so that he could kill all the orcs who could lead and change the coup in the shortest possible time and with the utmost efficiency. ”

"And you, the only accident in this plan. If you hadn't fled, I would have sat in the palace of your Fak tribe by this time, and I would have been the most honored guest of the Fak tribe. Custer gritted his teeth and looked at Connie and roared, "Why are you running!" You deserve to die with your damn father! Why do you live alone! ”

"I ......" Connie subconsciously took two steps back, her eyes full of sadness and pain, shaking her head back, not wanting to remember what had happened that day.

"It's not you who is wrong." At that moment, a hand pressed lightly on her back, against her retreating body, and McGonagall said softly.

"Yes...... But my father was killed for me......" Connie's tears couldn't stop flowing, she couldn't forget the scene when her father pushed her out of the palace and then blocked the gate with his body, if it weren't for her, her father might have been able to leave, endless self-reproach welled up in her heart.

"Seeing you survive is your father's greatest gratification." McGonagall shook her head, raised her hand at Custer, and said with a serious expression, "And killing these bad guys, avenging your parents, and rescuing your brother is what you should do next." If you can't even withstand the enemy's mouth cannon, why should you go back? ”

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