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So, among these things he was in Rattle's arms, he saw some accessories that belonged to Peele, Harold, Coffin, Joanna.

Coupled with Herbert's pale face and Rattle's panicked expression, Qin Ran grasped the crux of the matter almost instantly: Peel and his party were in big trouble.

Although in the previous conversation, Qin Ran had not talked to Herbert about the whereabouts of several people.

But I guessed a rough idea.

It is bound to go separately, narrowing the target and reducing the chance of being discovered.

However, with the belongings of Peel and others being delivered, the results were naturally self-evident.

"What about the person who delivered the thing?"

Qin Ran asked.

"It's in the hall!"

"He ......"

Before Rattle finished speaking, Qin Ran had already strode towards the hall, Herbert followed closely, and Ratt, who was a little stunned because of worry, was a beat slower.

In the hall, an elderly 'old man' stood with a swarthy cane in his hand and a leather shawl on his body.

That shawl was not only large, but also unusually thick, draped on the 'old man's body, directly blocking the other party's whole body, making it impossible to detail a lot.

When the 'old man' saw Qin Ran and Herbert walking in, he immediately showed a very uncomfortable smile.

Dry skin and black and yellow teeth add to this smile.

And the low, hoarse voice made the smile extremely gloomy.

"Herbert, Your Excellency 2567, it's a great honor to meet you for the first time, you can call me Basso, or whatever, for us, the name is just a code name!"

"However, it seems that my 'gift' has already been received by the two of you!"

"How's it going, are you still satisfied?"

Blaser again, the dry smile was disgusting.

But both Qin Ran and Herbert looked directly at each other.

Qin Ran was deducing something about the other party, thinking about the 'we' in the other party's mouth.

Herbert asked directly.

"Where are Peele, Baker, and my students?"

There was a tremor in the old scholar's voice.

Not fear, but anger.

And then?

Such anger almost suffocated the old scholars.

Because, Basso did not hesitate to admit what he had done.

"They're all fine now, and although we were a little unhappy at first, after some 'exchanges', they've learned how to get along with us - trust me, I'm a master at torture, just like you're studying the Nick Dynasty!"

"The one called Harold, I broke one of his arms, Cofen broke a leg, and when I was about to castrate the two of them, Jona's opening stopped me, so I stabbed her in the face, and her coachman and bodyguard scolded me, and I had to cut out his tongue."

"As for your butler and that fool?"

"Don't worry, he's just a little weakened by the cannons and the excessive electric shock, and that fool is really a little difficult to deal with, and I have to have him whipped twenty-four hours a day to keep him in a safe range."

"You see I told you everything you want to know, can I tell you what I want to know?"

"Where is Your Majesty's seal?"

"And what is the spell to unblock?"

Basso said as he saluted the old scholar.

It's like an elegant aristocrat.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's mouth was full of malice.

"You!"

The old scholar's eyes widened, and the urge to kill a person appeared in his life, rarely in his life.

And after hearing what happened to his son, Lat's whole person became shaky, and when the father stood firm, the killing intent far more than the old scholar began to brew in his heart.

Basso felt these two murderous intents, and once again showed the disgusted smiles of the two of them, and a disdain appeared on his dry face.

"Your Excellency Herbert, your time is running out!"

"As I was leaving, I said that if I didn't go back in an hour, your butlers and students would inevitably suffer a new round of torture, and you can rest assured that compared to the torture that was about to come, what they had suffered before was just an appetizer."

Basso said word by word.

Every word, every sentence, was like a knife into Herbert's heart.

The feeling of pain permeated Herbert's body.

The old scholar looked at Blaser in front of him, his lips opened slightly, and he couldn't say anything when it came to his mouth.

He wanted a bite to say no.

Because, he knew that if the emperor of the Nick Dynasty was really unsealed, the whole world would fall into disaster.

Millions, tens of millions of people will die.

This is a small number compared to a few others, such as Peel, who are really not worth mentioning.

But it's not a big math problem.

But......

Affection!

For Peel, who is both a butler and a friend, three studious students and the big guy who stays around, and even Jona's coachman and bodyguard, Herbert can't ignore the other party's life and death.

But ignoring more innocent people, Herbert couldn't do it either.

Old scholars are torn between a dilemma.

Especially when Rattle looked at him with a pleading gaze, the old scholar's throat seemed to be blocked, and he was completely speechless.

"Embarrassed?"

"Lord Herbert, do you need me to give you the courage to make up your mind?"

"I have a few of them, but I have a soft spot for your student Jona......"

Basso spoke again, his deliberately long tone full of malice.

It forced the old man in front of him again.

And, completely addicted to it.

If it weren't for the more important tasks, it wouldn't mind making the process a little longer.

After all, such a 'high-quality' object is not easy to find.

Therefore, after the words fell, it stared at Herbert's appearance, and it wanted to appreciate what kind of expression Herbert would show after being cornered.

It's just that Blaser is destined to be disappointed.

Not that Herbert was indifferent.

In fact, the old scholar was almost tortured to the point of collapse at this time.

But what Basso saw was a young, indifferent face.

It was a look of indifference and indifference, as if nothing was in mind.

Basso didn't like that.

"2567, do you have anything to say?"

Or......

"Are you going to make a decision for His Excellency Herbert?"

Squinting, Basso gloomily put the pressure on Qin Ran's body.

Then, in its field of vision, Qin Ran disappeared.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Basso felt a sharp pain in his knees, and his body involuntarily knelt down, and a powerful palm pinched its heavenly spirit cover, and the huge force made it think that its head would be crushed.

Then, with the movement of the palm, it was lifted to its knees.

It saw that young face again.

The indifferent expression did not change at all.

It's just that the palm that was holding its Heavenly Spirit Cover was constantly shrinking.

"Do you want me to make decisions for Herbert?"

Qin Ran asked.

The voice was cold, like a blade of killing intent, pouring out like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, Basso was submerged.

ps second update ~ (to be continued.) )