That same night, Gawain returned from the academy and walked back humming a song.

Director Gawain has been in a good mood lately, probably because Mu Yan told him that the hive project was about to be completed, and he would have work to do soon.

From this it is enough to see that His Excellency Gawain is an honest man, who is as industrious as a worker bee by nature, and will even blame his boss for not being full of work.

This kind of talent can be used by Mu Yan, and the high-level leaders of Kane's Horn are really rare to do a good thing.

He looked at the bright lights of Truth Square from afar and remembered that it was Lawrence II's birthday.

Unlike those nobles who knew the actual situation, Gawain, who was reluctant to spend money on even knighthood, had twelve points of respect for the king. He felt that he was Jialan's greatest person.

"May His Majesty live a long and healthy life."

He saluted in the direction of the Imperial City, and then walked briskly forward.

Passing through the Krubel neighborhood, his keen sense as a gilded swordsman led him to discover an acquaintance.

"Rotten ears" Tyson.

He had seen this guy in Cape Kane before, he was originally the small boss of Copper Fire Alley, and he got his name because he had half of his ear bitten off because of a fight with someone. It is worth mentioning that in that fight, the opponent was gnawed beyond recognition by him, and died of excessive blood loss.

Tyson later joined the Grey Street, where he worked with slave traders, smugglers, and black marketeers to do shady things for Kane's Horn.

Like Armand, he is also a person who is good at climbing up, but the two have different circumstances and methods, so even if he was co-opted by Kane's Horn and successfully cleared his identity, Tyson is still responsible for those dirty jobs.

What is this guy going to do?

Gawain couldn't help but think.

He wanted to leave, but he was angry at the thought of Robert Noyce pushing himself out as a scapegoat, and it just so happened that he had recently been obsessed with "A Song of Frost and Fire", and he was very concerned about the phrase "Lancaster has a debt to pay", so he simply quietly followed.

Well, His Excellency Gawain also has debts to pay.

For my unborn daughter!

Sons can do the same.

A son and a daughter are the best!

Shaking off these nonsensical thoughts, Gawain crossed two lanes in a row.

Gradually approaching the Copper Fire Alley, there were suddenly more secret whistles at the door.

Just as he hesitated to follow, there was a sudden suspicion in the dark.

"Mr. Gawain?"

The voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he was suddenly dragged into the darkness.

Gao Wen was about to draw his sword, but the man spoke again:

"It's me, Mr. Gawain." The man in the shadows took off his hood and raised the treated flint in his hand, revealing a student's face.

"Deres?"

"That's right, it's me." Dreis Road.

The two had met several times before Mu Yan came to Falan City, firstly, the identity of the young mercenary of Deres reminded Gawain of his young self, and secondly, he often distributed some fat from Kane's Horn to the other party, this guy is serious and has a solid mouth, and the two are familiar with each other after coming and going.

Moreover, they now have a strong identity as "A Song of Frost and Fire" enthusiasts.

"What are you doing here? Could it be that they are also talking to those people with rotten ears? Deres asked.

"That's right, I don't know what they're sneaking up on......" Gawain paused and said with a smile, "Moreover, Your Excellency Gawain has debts to pay." ”

Hearing this, Dres couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't continue.

"It's time for me to go, Mr. Gawain, and as you can see, I'm still on my mission."

Gawain was dumbfounded, he had already lost his tracking target by being interrupted like this, but this kid ......

"Hey, wait......"

"I won't tell you I'm going to the Green Leaf Tavern, and I won't be killed. Good bye. ”

Deres winked at him, quickly retreating into the darkness.

After only a breath, Gawain could no longer detect the presence of his aura, and couldn't help but smile.

This guy ...... Still so cautious and timid.

However, his strength seems to have become a lot stronger.

Gawain changed into his clothes in the alleyway, covered his face, and quietly approached the location he had said.

……

The Green Leaf Tavern, as the name suggests, can be seen through the glass vitrines to the canopy of the tavern dotted with vines and green leaves, and the lucky drunkard can also find the worms falling from it in his wine glass, and they are using their writhing bodies to prove that the vines and green leaves are genuine!

Therefore, it is very popular with half-elves and orcs, so it is natural that drunkards who like half-elves and orcs will come.

But tonight, it was a rare time for the place to be closed, and it was pitch black inside.

Upon approaching, Gawain noticed that there was a lock on the door, but by the moonlight, he could see a faint shoe print on the door, which seemed to be some kind of moss from the alleyway just now.

The hint of this imp is so obvious...... Gawain shook his head.

He wiped off the shoe prints, and with a slight tug, the lock opened.

It itself had been cleverly pried open, and now it was only concealed.

Gawain gently pushed and pulled the door shut, and sneaked inside, and as soon as he entered, there was a rustling sound in the cellar, even through the cellar door.

When he was the leader of the mercenary group in his early years, he had a good relationship with the nightingale in the team, and that guy claimed to be the best night thief in the Rollard area, so he also learned a few tricks, including a four-way sword technique, as long as he mastered the strength and the qi in his body, it was enough to quietly cut a door into shredded tofu and put it into the storage ring before they hit the ground.

This trick was jokingly called the "Silent Door Breaking Technique" by that guy.

Now this trick comes in handy.

Descending the dark steps, the candle flame gradually brightened, and the shadows of several people were cast on the wall, like the devil's minions.

At the same time, there were painful, but suppressed moans.

"Smack"

It seems to be a wooden strip whipped on the flesh, dull and powerful.

There is no doubt that this is torture.

Gawain had met a fellow known as the "Executioner" who knew how to hit prisoners with the kind of force that didn't damage the bones, but the pain that fell on the muscles became stronger. Because the injuries caused are very easy to heal, leaving almost no hidden dangers and scars, they are often hired by nobles for money.

It's a long practice to master, so few hard-mouthed guys can hold up a few rounds under his hands.

Gawain had dealt with the fellow for some time during his adventures, and his studious nature had benefited him so much that he could even tell the flesh of the prisoner from the sound of the blow he had just made—it was an old body, or a thin man with less compact muscles.

"Wow"

It seemed like a bucket of water had been spilled on it.

Well, it should be hot water, which promotes blood flow and deepens the sense of pain, which he himself knows.

Mercenaries, no one is cleaner than anyone......

"Ahhh

The tortured person finally couldn't hold back and let out a long-suppressed cry of pain.

"That's right, cooperating with my work is good for you and me."

There was a sound of rustling, and Gawain could make up for it, and the executioner grabbed the prisoner by the hair and lifted him up.

"But I was disappointed, they said they couldn't get you, so I came here myself. I thought the old bones of the Silver Candle Society would last a little longer, but I didn't expect that in less than a minute, you wouldn't be able to hold on, huh? ”

Hearing this, Gawain was convinced that it was indeed the executioner.

"Silver, a scholar of the Silver Candle Society...... Bachelor status is equivalent to knight's ...... You are a civilian...... Your master can't save your ......."

The prisoner's voice was like a gossamer, as if he would die in the next second, but Gawain felt more and more familiar when he heard it.

"Hahaha......"

The executioner erupted in laughter, picked up the stick, and pressed it against the prisoner's face.

"Mr. Ian, you don't think you'll get out of here alive, do you?"

"My corpse will, it will rot, it will mold, it will stink...... You, you, can't contain ......"

"You really deserve to be a scholar of the Silver Candle Society, among the guys who were played to death by me, your wailing is really the most level." The executioner smiled and patted him in the face with a stick.

"You know, though, this is Copper Fire Alley. We have 10,000 ways to get your carcass mixed with the feces of wild dogs, and even if the legendary mage comes, they won't be able to figure out how you died. Also, why do you think you're not dead yet? Do you think that's the end of the pain? Hah, what are you kidding, I haven't even finished warming up. ”

With a plop, Ian seemed to be thrown back by him, followed by the sound of chains being dragged.

Gawain had heard that the executioners would tie people up, immobilize their limbs, make a cut in the soft part of their bodies, stuff some kind of extremely timid but hard-shelled worm into the wound, and then let the thumb rats that feed on the worm get into it, and force them to stay away from the exit a little bit with boiling water outside, and in this way, worm and rat will walk under the prisoner's skin, and in less than half an hour they can peel off a whole cooked skin, and few people can come out alive from this torture.

And Mr. Ian Gertair clearly deserves to be mistreated.

Although the purpose is not clear, Kane's Horn shot at the scholars of the Silver Candle Society, and he knows what it is for with his feet. And so unscrupulous, Mr. Ian may well have been expelled from the Silver Candle Society.

Gawain sighed, and suddenly there was an extra sword in his hand.

His blood surged again, and this adventurer, who was almost middle-aged, suddenly felt that he had become much younger since he and his wife dreamed of their first love that day.

"Then, the righteous Gawain is going to strike again."

With a kick on his feet, he instantly appeared in the secret room.

A gilded swordsman shot at this group of people, and the result can be imagined. The executioner was a little trickier in this group, but he was no more than a pine swordsman at best.

Gawain didn't even bother to see the old acquaintance's ugly face clearly, only to see the candle flame flickering, and the shadows on the wall became headless corpses.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Gawain frowned and untied Ian from the torture table.

The old man had been tortured to the point that he was not human, his hands and feet were blurred with flesh and blood, his facial features were almost distorted, but his chest and back, which were almost naked, were always clean - this was to prevent the chase of insects and rats from ending prematurely because of other wounds.

Gawain pulled out a rag and wrapped it around him, looked around, peeled a pair of shoes from the corpse, put them on his own feet and left.