"Mr. Nadal, are you really going to say nothing?" "With a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed, and his body leaning forward slightly, he whispered, "You can tell me in a whisper, just tell me one person, I promise not to tell anyone else." ”

Nadal's hands were handcuffed, his feet were also handcuffed, and the chains were so firmly attached to his body that he couldn't even move his hands and feet freely.

His face was gloomy, his mouth was pursed, and he didn't say a word.

As an active member who has been wandering between the major planes all year round, he knows quite well what the holy warriors of the Assatom world are like!

They were all old oilmen, and if they hadn't admitted it themselves, others wouldn't even be able to tell if they were holy warriors or not.

Even though their bodies are filled with the power of the Light, they eat, drink, gamble, and even recruit prostitutes if necessary, just to go undercover in groups and search for the information they want.

However, contrary to their outward appearance, they are extremely strong-willed and extremely fanatical in their beliefs.

No matter what kind of temptation it is, it is difficult to corrode the hearts of this group of holy warriors, even if it is a holy warrior who seems to be full of poison and unruly, he will never do anything against his heart - therefore, in order to determine whether the newcomer is a holy warrior, some organizations will specially arrange a murder mission for them as a vote.

Backtracking is a common occurrence for this group of old oilmen, and Nadal knows his own evil, so he won't believe a word of the words of the holy warrior in front of him!

In the face of evil people like themselves, they panicked and their faces did not change.

Not getting the answer he wanted, Kylophil smacked his lips, looked at Nadal in disappointment, shook his head and sighed: "Nadal, why don't you learn to behave?

"Even if you torture me, I won't say a word. Feeling the warm sun on his back, Nadal frowned.

He used Transfiguration to change his body, and he used illusion to cover up the black fog that lingered around him, but this holy warrior was able to directly find his location, and it was obvious that this was the end of the God of Light himself.

In the face of the gods, he is just one of the ordinary people, and it is difficult to resist.

Looking at him in silence, Kylophil frowned as well.

After catching the guy, he brought the guy back as fast as he could, and after getting the priest to disarm the magic, he began to interrogate the guy, but an hour had passed, and the guy still hadn't said anything.

He knew that this guy himself was infected with the Night Ghost Plague, this was a ruthless person, not only cruel to others, but also to himself, if this kind of person used this ruthlessness in evil things, it would cause great trouble to the people of the mainland.

So he had to ask all the answers he wanted to know before nightfall.

But this guy didn't cooperate at all, and an hour passed, and he didn't answer his question directly.

Seeing melancholy climb between Kellofel's brows, Nadal sneered.

Anyway, now he is hopeless, since the moment he was caught by this legendary paladin, he understood his situation.

The god himself has already died, and there is no possibility for him to escape, even if the god of radiance will not pay attention to this place all the time, as long as he is watched by this legendary paladin, he will not be able to escape.

Even though he was a transcendent mage himself, he had no power to resist in the face of a legend.

He is not the kind of 'monster' who is very powerful, so powerful that he can defeat the legendary without the help of [Legendary Posture], he is just a fairly ordinary transcendent, in this world, there are not ten thousand but five thousand transcendents like him.

All his attainments are on the 'plague', but the legendary paladin sitting in front of him is not afraid of any plague, and the holy light that fills his entire body can keep him in the best condition at all times, even if he doesn't notice that he has been poisoned, his body will automatically disintegrate the toxin and heal himself.

All legends are monsters, they are just wearing a human skin, and the inside has long been completely changed.

"Nadal, I think you'd better explain the whereabouts of your accomplices and the treatment of the night ghost plague, otherwise, I'm really going to do it!" Sensing Nadal's disdain, Kelofel said in a deep voice.

This time it's no longer a threat, it's a 'warning'!

He is willing to give everything he has for the cause of justice, and he has lived as a legend for more than 200 years, and has been running for the people of this world.

In the past two hundred years, he knows very well that it does not matter what the means are, as long as he can get the results he wants, then the effort is worth it.

He was able to use criminal coercion to obtain the information he wanted without any burden, and he was able to shamelessly sneak up on thugs who were stronger than himself - all of it was worth it in his opinion.

What is lost is only his own face, but he can protect the world and people because of this, is there anything more profitable than this?

"I don't have accomplices. Nadal replied lightly, and then his mouth suddenly cracked, and a cruel smile hung on his face, "As for the cure for the night ghost plague, you will never think of it! In the time when the city gate was opened in the morning, someone had already left with the virus, and all the people in the surrounding city-states, the Mendez Continent, would fall into the fear of the 'Night Ghost'!"

However, to Nadal's surprise, Kelofel suddenly laughed, "Oh, so you planted the plague last night!"

Nadal's voice stopped laughing abruptly, and two seconds later he reacted, his anger rushing to his brain, and he lunged forward, only to straighten the chains that were tied to his body and connected to the wall behind him.

Nadal glared angrily, his face contorted, gritted his teeth, and asked, "What the fuck are you......?" me?!"

Kylophil smiled and shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal.

“...... Fuck you!!" After a few seconds of silence, Nadal roared wildly.

He kept shaking his body, straightening the chains again and again, trying to hit his head against the hateful smiling paladin in front of him, but each time it was just the slightest difference.

But moments later, the mage's rationality returned to Nadal's brain, and he fell silent, his chest heaving and his breathing heavily.

"Oh, hehe......" he laughed again, his eyes narrowed with sarcasm, "what if you fool me? you will never get a cure anyway, and you will carry the reputation of 'deceiving the people' and telling a great lie, and you will become the undead with me, and life is better than death...... Then, together we become life-weary! Come with me to destroy this world, destroy all life in this world!"

"Treatment?" asked Calofel, with his arms folded and a strange smile on his face.

Nadal was stunned again, and then his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

But this time, he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself say a word again.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Nadal. ”

As if knowing that he could no longer talk to him, the paladin in front of him stood up with a smile and turned to leave the cell.

The tense muscles in his body suddenly relaxed, and Nadal moaned silently.

In the face of a legendary paladin who has lived for an unknown amount of time, this kind of old oilman who does everything he can...... No, madman!

This kind of madman's thinking is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and even he can't guess what is going on in the head of that guy.

The only consolation for him now was that the madman was finally gone, and he didn't have to endure any more torture......

When!

The sudden sound of the cell door suddenly alerted Nadal, who was immersed in his own thoughts, and turned his head to see a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Nadal's pupils contracted sharply, "You-"

Carrying a cross, Kylophil walked into Nadal's cell again with a big smile on his face, carrying a small blood-stained box in his other hand.

"I've kept you waiting, Mr. Nadal. ”

Walking behind Nadal and thrusting the cross on the ground, Kylophil smiled and looked at Nadal who turned his head in horror, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

He placed the small box on the ground and opened the lid while also getting out of the way for Nadal to take a look.

...... Instruments of torture!

Nadal's eyes widened and he saw that Kylophil was actually standing up and slowly walking towards him, and he began to shake his head in panic, "No, no, no......"

"Mr. Nadal, it's torture time next. ”

The paladin grinned happily, but there was no hint of a smile in his narrowed eyes.

A cold air suddenly rose, and Nadal subconsciously held his breath, his mind blank.

"Are you ready?"

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