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She was kept in a cage and watched every day as new 'traitors' were brought in and dead ones dragged out. Sometimes, the mournful wails diminish as the torturer derives the desired result from the victim and grabs new playthings from them, and sometimes the demons with dark red hoods stained with the blood of their own kind miss.

In the few days he had been here, Chestnut had never seen a man who had not been brought in without a face of horror and despair - they lived with trepidation and care, fearing that if they said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing, bad luck would come without warning.

Human life is supposed to be precious, at least in her eyes, but here, they are like domestic animals waiting to be slaughtered...... No, being slaughtered is a luxury, and everyone will die a painful death after being tortured.

Only then did she realize how merciful the spiders were that had webs to hunt for flying insects.

Which is more cruel to kill a prey for the sake of hunger or to torture one's own kind for unspeakable reasons?

Chestnut pondered too complicated questions but couldn't get answers, and a redhooded man walked up to her cage with a disgusting smile.

She cowered and lowered her head, leaning on the ground, the jailer seemingly losing interest in her for a moment, deciding to drag her out later to have fun.

It was indeed a sin to hurt someone, but no matter what she thought about it, she didn't feel that she should be blamed as an undead, and she was sentenced to death with a few simple words, and even had to suffer inhuman torture before being executed...... For the first time, they dragged her out, stripped her naked, stabbed her with daggers, whipped her, laughed at her pain, and did not even torture her, but were simply satisfied with the desire to hurt her.

After that, anger could hardly describe the emotions that she had nurtured in her heart...... A few hours later, she was tortured by unheard-of inhuman methods, and although the pain made her faint several times, when she woke up, she always stared at her abuser with a cold gaze.

She was planning and fantasizing about what would happen to them one day.

Unfortunately, her eyes couldn't deter the demons at all, and they began to torture her every few hours.

After a few days, Chestnut did not dare to look up at them...... The physical pain was secondary, and for some reason, her wounds healed so quickly...... Human dignity was not as strong as she had imagined, and after one never-ending insult and torture after another, she felt that she had lost her qualifications as a human being.

Finally, a long list was thrown in front of her, and without much thought, let alone a closer look, she signed it with her remaining left hand.

……

Loria stepped out of Bogdanoska's quarters, pondering the count's specious words...... He took a big risk to reveal something to her, but no one could guarantee that it wasn't a trap dug for her to jump on.

She returned to her established route to the Great Chapel, and the watchers who had followed her far behind returned, doubling in number.

Loria ignored them, just silently recalling what she had learned a long time ago as she walked...... The number of people who survived on the power of Renault and Whitemayne was around four hundred, and they directly commanded nearly half of the army in the abbey, excluding the Xueman garrison, and now that Herold is under house arrest, it is difficult for the conservative nobles to mobilize more than three hundred troops.

It's less than one-sixth of Renault's.

What if you use a sneak attack? And what about myself and Alice?

Loria narrowed her eyes through the massive doorway, confident that she had enough to contain them, but she was not guaranteed victory in the ensuing turmoil...... Even if they win, how many people will be left alive?

She had never forgotten the threat from the outside world, and she didn't want to be a captive in that disgusting underground city again.

Is there any other way to stop them without causing large-scale civil strife?

Renault sat on the first seat in the hall, holding a list in his hand, and Whitemayne stood beside him, and saw Loria walk in, the former glancing at her with a gloomy expression, while the latter remained as cold as he remembered.

Loria walked to the middle of the hall, glancing at the crusaders on either side of the sheaths...... It's a shame that she hadn't fought Renault before, and wasn't sure if she would be able to control them in an instant.

He and Whitemayne were frightened by Aaron, and now there were two hundred-man teams crammed into the hall, and the vicious ones with their blades were gone.

Loria glanced at the rows of crossbows in the shadows, a little terrifying...... In Skyrim, crossbows that can fire densely and pierce plate armor are the best weapons against vampires.

She's just very good at heads-up, even if she's good at dodging and ice magic, there's no guarantee that she won't have a dead end at any time, just look at those barbed slave arrows, a single shot can nail her to the wall and not move.

Loria stood still, didn't say hello, and just looked into Renault's eyes.

"What else do you want to say?"

Renaud closed his eyes slightly, looking unhappy, it was not the first time that Loria had come, and there had been arguments and even quarrels between them.

Loria didn't arouse his reason and conscience, and he didn't make Loria obediently shut up and be a big lady who didn't ask anything.

"Nothing." Loria habitually squinted at Renault and Whitemayne, who had once upon a time given her a faint warmth of home, and although one was taciturn and the other was terribly cold, they were not bad for her.

It's a pity that this false warmth is not worth mentioning in the face of interests and humanity.

She had given up on convincing them, and once there was a crack in the mirror-like relationship, it would be difficult to repair it; Once the seeds of disillusionment and doubt are planted, they must take root and sprout.

If you have time to quarrel here, you might as well go home and engage in a conspiracy.

"Take care."

Saluted and turned around, but Loria, who was about to leave, was suddenly blocked in her way.

"What's the matter?"

She turned to look at them.

Renault crumpled the long list in his hand and threw it at Loria, while Whitemane nodded at his men, and soon a crippled girl who was languishing and numb was brought up.

It looked familiar, Loria looked at the girl a few more times, her chestnut hair was dirty, she fell to the ground, it was difficult to even kneel, and when she saw her broken arm, Loria felt a strong nausea.

Not because of ugly wounds, but because of vile and cowardly abusers.

She forcibly picked up the paper ball on the ground and began to read, on which a large string of unrelated names were lined up, knowing and not knowing.

"Why do you have to do it so many times?"

When she saw her name, she suddenly laughed, a sweet smile that hadn't been on her face for a long time. (To be continued.) )