Wood was covered in a layer of armor made of magic, which controlled his path. As long as he has always resisted, there is a heart-wrenching pain from his heart, and he wants to open his mouth to beg for mercy. It's a pity that his mouth is also locked by the shackles armor, and he can't make a single sound.

Brother Rat bit through his skin and blood vessels, and the vitality extracted from the purple-black magic flower bloomed brightly, Wood thought it was just a means to control him, but he didn't know that Brother Rat injected some special potions directly from his fangs and sharp teeth into his body.

Along the way, he was exhausted, in a trance, and something cold was swimming in his body.

He himself walked into the torture chamber of a black prison, and the shackles and armor stretched his limbs, and the rusty chains automatically wrapped around his limbs, waist, and neck, and then hung up.

Al leaned back in the Activation Rope chair in the style of a great demon king, and looked at Wood indifferently.

The rat brothers sent magic materials from the shadows, and for Aldelao, they rigorously drew a magic array that was extremely strange at Wood's feet. Then the seven rat brothers, with red eyes in their eyes, stood up and stared strangely at Wood, who was being hanged.

What are these rats going to do? Do they wear linen cloaks and backpacks and think they're mages? Are they going to cast spells on themselves?

In this case, he didn't even ask directly, did he use magic to extract a confession?

Wood struggled desperately, screaming even in the pain of the cursed snake's heart, and if he didn't struggle, his life would be gone.

The helmet that shackled the armor suddenly opened, revealing Wood's face, which was unspeakable and overly reddened.

"I'm from Ruoman! I'm from His Highness Ruoman!"

Wood's voice begging for mercy echoed throughout the black cell, and seeing that he could finally speak, Wood hurriedly continued to shout quickly.

"I am a member of His Highness Ruauman, and I have been ordered to lurk under Brut. You can't kill me!"

"His Highness Lu Oman has a good understanding of you! You can't kill me! He gave you the Legendary Meditation Method: Magic Forge Forge to deceive your family and hide your secrets for you! Help you escape from your family and pursue your dreams! Have you forgotten?!"

How can you forget?

The corners of Al coldly curled the corners of his mouth, Thun guided him into the mysterious world, and Rou-Oman helped him go further in this world, how could he forget?

And only Lu Oman who is full of bad tastes and likes to stir up friendship with others would do these things.

But are you really from Rou Oman?

"His Highness Rooman is now burned with his blood, his strength is gone, he has been abandoned by his family, and his life is better than death! Albenstock! Do you want to betray His Highness Rooman now?"

These words, like "chi luo" naked provoking their friendship in front of Brute, were crude and stupid. It is indeed a method used by Ruoman to disgust people.

"Where is Rouman now?" said Al, coldly.

"In Changhe County!" Wood replied quickly, the magic flower on his body grew bigger and bigger all over his body, and the threat of death was getting closer and closer.

"What do you want to do when you come into my house?"

"Steal the title deed, the title deed of the new house, stop, stop the flower!"

"You're on a mission to spy on Brut?"

"How can Brut be an opponent of His Highness Rubuman! My mission from the beginning is to break up the alliance between you and Brut! What do you want to know? I'll tell you! Stop!!"

As if the Flower of the Demon Pattern had come to life, its tentacles left its body, writhing strangely, and looking at what had grown out of its body, it was about to drive him crazy.

"Why does Rouman think so highly of me?" Alr asked a question that had haunted him for years.

"How do I know!How do I know!I'm just a wandering swordsman!" Wood was forced to cry, and looked at Al anxiously, desperately hoping that the next second, this damn flower would stay away from him.

Al cold opening:

"Just such a thing, trying to exchange your life? From the very beginning of Rouoman to let you infiltrate Brunt and provoke me, it was to kill me to vent my anger. Don't have a little brain, and dare to meddle in the affairs of the inheritance?"

Regardless of whether or not Brut's alliance with him breaks down, Al will not do anything to the two heirs of Brut and Rouamman, and it is impossible to do anything to them.

Losing Brut's friendship and helplessness at Ruoman's bad taste, this stupid wandering swordsman is the only object of Al's anger.

The Flower of the Demon Pattern, which was fed by his own life force, left his body in a terrifying and strange way, gradually enveloping the host completely.

Wood yells in despair:

"No! you can't kill me! Kill me! You'll never find Rouman!"

The air suddenly stopped, and a cold and furious killing intent swept over Al. The indifferent eyes lit up with an evil green light.

He knew that Lu Oman had a bad life after losing power, and if Wood was loyal, how could he still stay with Brut for some bullshit mission, so he didn't believe Wood's words at all.

After the blood burned, he actually exiled a former atavist to the countryside? If there is no dirty inside story here, Al is too sorry for Mr. Matilda's education. But what does Wood mean that Rouman was not only exiled to the country, but also lost his trace?

Al sneered, his voice like an evil devil crawling up from hell.

"For mages, death is not the end. On the contrary, it is the beginning of your eternal despair. ”

The Flower of the Demon Pattern stretched out tentacles and burrowed through Wood's ears on both sides, and Wood roared in pain, and the muscles all over his body exploded. In the center of the petals of the Demonic Flower, a curtain of light condensed. Inside plays, officially Wood's memories.

Memories are replayed backwards in the form of reflow.

Theodore, who I saw just now, is the little prince of the Duchy of Lionheart, a neutral country similar to the Duchy of Bauhinia, protected by the Eagle Empire. Now that the mainland is in full swing of war, in addition to official diplomacy, people have also been sent to promote close friendship in private. Brut wants their support and takes them very seriously.

At this time, Brut was already a tenth-level berserker, and in addition to the magic workshop that made money every day, he also had a number of industries, and secretly connected with the heirs of the royal family.

Further forward, it is the process of the once weak family heir, who used to exert his power step by step to pull out a group of subordinates and unite the hearts of the people. Brut was also confused and sad about the stake in the Al Magic Workshop.

However, Brut was in dire need of money to recruit his men and maintain ties with his allies. Under Wood's loyal persuasion, he temporarily took custody of the shares for Al, and swore to himself.

"When Al comes back, I will definitely double it back to him. ”

With the beginning, it would not be particularly difficult to temporarily occupy Arr's house to house a large number of his men.

Further back, Al finally saw that in a country village, the scrawny and lifeless Ruauman had been handed over by Wood to a mysterious mage.

The mage, covered in a cloak, looked up in Wood's memory fragments, revealing his face, and grinned at Al.

"Your Excellency Al, you are back. ”