1:173 Disclosure of Daylight (Medium)

When the Kitsune Assassin awoke, he was already on a stool and his severed limbs bandaged. Arthur put a muzzle over the Assassin's mouth, allowing him to barely speak without biting his tongue and killing himself.

"Are you awake?" Arthur asked, as he sat down, "Now, how are I going to torture you so that you can vomit all the secrets out of your stomach?" "Kali 'Gugalu' mas, va, dahagon'dara" The fox man muttered in a language that no one could understand.

"What is this?" Arthur asked Bedeville, "the language of the fox people?" "No, it's not a language, it's a spell!" shouted Ryder, the rabbit man on the side.

The foxman's body began to glow and swell, and even Arthur knew something was wrong. He came up with a countermeasure in an instant, and kicked the fox man hard, kicking the assassin out of the house!

Like a football, the Assassin smashed the glass of the window and flew out of the house, exploding before it had not gone far.

The shards of glass that had been scattered were swept up by the blast wind and flew into the house again! Tovir, who was sitting near the window, was about to be injured by the shards! Arthur was so anxious that he rushed over and blocked in front of the leopard man!

"Whew!" Arthur snorted, countless shards of glass already piercing into his body where there was no armor to protect him. In particular, his left arm was covered in glass slag and bloody.

Trotwell looked at the wounded Arthur and was stunned.

"Tsk, these fox maniacs, have you even thought of a countermeasure to this situation in advance?!" Arthur suppressed his anger as he reached out to remove the shard of glass from his left arm.

Thorville quietly helped Arthur without saying a word.

"In this way, it is almost impossible to get information from those fox people. "Even hypnosis has to be done all the time when they're awake to be successful." It's hard to imagine that they are so determined that they don't take hypnosis at all. "We'll always find a way. Arthur said.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about!" said Ryder, who was shivering under the table, "I'm just here to eat, and if I knew you were so dangerous here, I wouldn't have come to kill me!" "I'm sorry, Ryder." Bediwell said apologetically, "I didn't think about putting you in danger or not to stay here, it's up to you to decide, I won't stop you if you want to leave, and I can also lend you a sum of money for travel expenses" "You're crazy, you just drove me away at this time?!" the rabbit said angrily, "Those fox people don't think I'm an accomplice with you, and now driving me away is tantamount to sending me to death!" Bediwell was stunned for a moment, he was deeply stung, and he couldn't speak.

"Got it, you're here and your personal safety is protected by Bedi, is that okay?" said Arthur.

"I'm still in the city to do business!?are you going to put me under house arrest?" "It's really troublesome that when you go out, Bedi will be your bodyguard." Do you have an opinion?" "No," replied Bediwell, weakly like a deflated balloon, "I brought Ryder involved, and I will take care of his personal safety." I'm sorry, Ryder. "Hey, it's okay," Tristan said as he dragged the rabbit out from under the table and hugged Ryder, "your brother will take care of your personal safety, you little cutie." "Stop, stop! Don't mess around!" Ryder struggled again.

"Is the effect still lasting?" said Bediwell, helplessly.

"It has nothing to do with medicine!" Ryder said as he struggled, "his thinking is so ingrained that it is impossible to correct it without a while." By this time, the glass on Arthur's arm had been cleaned, although it was still bloody.

Without thinking much of it, Trotwell leaned over and used his tongue to touch the wound on Arthur's arm.

"Wow, what are you doing?!" Arthur said in surprise, especially when he saw Thorville crying and chattering.

"In the cat race, it's common to help people with wounds," Ryder said, "though they only help their own loved ones or the people they trust the most." "Really?" Arthur said, feeling strange, but he touched Towell's head, "Strange custom, isn't it?" After treating the wound, Arthur quickly bandaged it. Since the wounds had healed so quickly lately, he didn't particularly care.

It was Thorwell, who had been staring at Arthur's injured arm all day.

"If you really care so much, you can thank him well. Bediwell leaned over and whispered to Towell.

Thorville looked at Bedi and didn't speak.

At noon, while Bediwell and Tristan were practicing swordsmanship outside the house, Ryder was busy sorting out the props outside the door, and Arthur was lying in the bedroom recuperating from his injuries, Thorville walked over and pulled Arthur's clothes corner.

"Well, what's wrong?" Arthur lazily opened his eyes and looked at the leopard man.

"Take a bath meow. Thornville said with a red face.

"What? It's only noon, can I wash you again in the evening?" said Arthur impatiently.

Thornville shook his head, pointed to Arthur's injured arm, and repeated, "Give Arthur a bath." Arthur finally understood, and what Tobey meant was that it was inconvenient for the wounded Arthur to bathe himself, so he wanted to help Arthur wash - what a strange idea the child had.

Arthur, who fought in the morning, was covered with the smell of sweat and blood, and thought it was not bad, so he didn't refuse.

Toddll rubbed Arthur's back and massaged Arthur's shoulders with such skill that he knew how many years he had been a slave.

Once he was done, he motioned for Arthur to soak in the bathtub, and it looked like he was going to let Arthur continue to massage him while he took the bath.

"No need, you can also wash up and come over to club. Arthur said.

Trotwell knelt down and whispered, "I don't have that qualification," "Stupid, hurry up and wash it and soak in, don't want me to repeat it a third time." Arthur said.

After a few moments, Thornville shyly climbed into the bath.

"Is there anything you want to say about you?" Arthur asked, "Now that you've made up your mind to say it, why don't you say it quickly?" The leopard boy shrunk into a ball, as if the heat of the hot water couldn't drive away the chill from him. He trembled and whispered, "You all call me Thorville, don't you?" but I don't have a name, I'm just Subject Meow One Hundred and Seven. "Subject?

Arthur waited without saying a word for Towell to continue his words.

"That's Jihua Meow, the reinforced warrior of the foxes. A baby is selected from every village of the Alliance clan and brought to their research institute to be injected with a special drug every day to control their growth meow. "They did this to create two things: a powerful legion of warriors, and the main key of the wall of shijie. Arthur's heart paused for several seconds as if it had been hammered with a hammer.

"Shi, the master key of the Shijie Wall? You were talking about the master key of the Shijie Wall?" he asked.

The cold made the leopard boy shrink even more, and he shivered and whispered, "Yes, it's [Master Key] Meow." I've heard those foxes say that you can't be wrong with meow. They need a very strong body to withstand all the [Key Fragments] they have already obtained their hands on, and to have those fragments fuse into a complete [Master Key] meow in that body. Then you can use this [Master Key] to open the wall of shijie. "What will become of the person who becomes [the master key]?" Arthur asked again, he had a premonition.

"The key fragment is a meow engraved in the body in the form of a spell. "Just a fragment engraved in the body will be a great burden on the body." If you put all six key fragments in it, the internal organs will break, and thinking will stop meow that will die. No matter how good the physique is, it's just a sacrificial meow that dies after using it. "I'm a useless guy who can't be a good fighter, so I'm assigned to the key test team. I watched the kids I grew up with get killed one by one, just to test if I could put the key in my body. "One by one, they swelled and exploded, and their bodies flew everywhere. It's a terrible scene!" "Alright, alright. Arthur stroked Thorwell's head and comforted, "That's it, stop if you don't want to speak." "Don't let me finish meowing. "That test ended only after the sixty test subjects died, and I picked up a life." But that's not all, the foxes think that we can't bear the liliang of the key because the inside is too fragile meow. So, they set out to remake our guttal meows. "Those days were like days in hell. The body was dismantled and toyed with at will, and it was made into tatters, just so that they could study how to modify the internal organs. Trotwell whispered, "Even now, you can still feel the pain" "Have they succeeded in transforming you?" Arthur asked.

"They didn't transform meow. "I'm just an early test subject, and I'm in tatters and don't think I'm fit to be modified by Meow." I was no longer of any use to them, so they brainwashed me into turning me into an idiot and disposing of meow like garbage. After that, it's time for me to become a slave. "Wait a minute. They brainwashed you?" said Arthur, "since they have brainwashed you, can you still have a normal mind like you do now?" As far as I know, the brainwashing of foxes is very rough" "Because they are not washing my [brain] meow." "They don't know that while they can't use the 'madness' of other orcs, I have a special gift for meow—I can switch the positions of my body's internal organs." Arthur wasn't particularly surprised, it was not much different from what he had originally imagined, but he didn't know that Towell could even swap his brain with other organs.

Indeed, this can be seen as a kind of spatial magic. It is possible to do this if you only temporarily swap the space of the two organs in your own body. This seemingly useless and risky technique saved Towell's life from becoming an idiot who couldn't think.

"They disposed of me like garbage, and sold me along with the slaves who had been shipped to the Radiant Lands, completely unaware that I had my own consciousness. But they put a tracking magic meow on me, just in case. Magic will probe my feelings, and if I have abnormal mood swings, they will think that I am still in danger and send killers to remove me and the people I have come in contact with. Arthur looked at the leopard-man boy with tears on his face: "So, in order to save your life, you have been closing your feelings, even if you become a slave and are abused in every way, you are still indifferent?"

By the time my body was torn apart by the foxes, I couldn't feel any more meows.

After that, whether I was dissected and studied, whipped up, punched and kicked, or hung upside down and beaten as a sandbag, I just didn't feel any pain," Towell said, crying at this point, "I just don't feel pain!"

Alive, but alive like the walking dead. A life that is not even allowed to die-

That's so unbearable.

"Is that why you cried and cried out in pain last night?" Arthur asked, stroking Thorwell's head, "Do you feel the pain now?" "Yes, meow." Thorville looked at Arthur and laughed while crying, "I'm going to hurt, and I know what it is." "That's good. Arthur said.

"One more thing. "I think the Chetovia Corvis you're talking about could be my father." "What?!" "I was taken away when I was born, and I shouldn't have known about my parents." But I've peeked at the materials in the research institute, and it's possible that I didn't snatch it from the village by the foxes, but that my parents took the initiative to send me to the research institute. Because my [license transfer document] has this Chetovia Corvis signature. Arthur looked at Towell again without saying a word.

"Daddy abandoned me like garbage. Maybe it was from the moment I realized this that I began to become a meow that I couldn't feel anything. "I'm a ....... kid who was thrown away like garbage from the beginning. In the research institute, it has always been treated as garbage.,Even when it was sold to humans Shijie as a slave, it was disposed of like garbage.。 Torwell grabbed Arthur's hand and cried, "Don't treat me like garbage, it's just you." Arthur sighed, said nothing, and waited until Thorville finished crying.

"It's decided. As he helped the Leopard Man boy dry himself, he said, "The next time Zaijian comes to that guy from Corvis, I'll give him a punch for you." Do you want me to slap him in the face, or in the stomach?" After crying, Towell seemed to be in a much better mood, and he smiled at Arthur.

In fact, Arthur was not unaware of several unnatural aspects of Towell's lame lies.

However, he could clearly feel that Towell's crying was real. Without experiencing those tragic things, there can be no such real crying, and there can be no such tears of sadness.

Therefore, Arthur would rather go to Ville than expose him. A part of the truth that Trotwell had hidden, he would rather not pursue it.

He just hoped that Thorville would not be further disturbed by his past.