Ken listened, nodded again and again, and Avril let go of her hand.

Ken exhaled again and again, and the state of hypoxia improved. He glanced at Avril with jealous eyes, and secretly said that this seemingly delicate little woman had such a big hand.

The peasant woman also understood, but she was still frowning and very uneasy. She asked, "Then how are we going to catch this inner ghost?" ”

Ken was stunned for a moment and shook his head helplessly, indicating that he couldn't do anything, while Su Hao glanced at Avril.

Avril got up, put on a hood that covered her pretty cheeks with a low, wide brim, and then put on her short sword, and said, "I'll leave this matter to me, but I need the help of this eldest sister." ”

The peasant woman was stunned for a moment and said, "Me? How can I help? ”

Avril and the peasant woman walked out of the house, and she whispered, "Do you know where the village chief and the Haikou envoy talked? In that small piece of land? ”

The peasant woman pointed to the eaves of a certain wooden house and said, "There, there." ”

Avril nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, you can go back." ”

The peasant woman wondered, "Don't you need me to do more?" ”

Avril shook her head and said, "You've helped me enough, and now that I'm gone, it's up to you to take care of the soldier I saved." Although he was seriously injured, he did not hurt his internal organs, and he can recover quickly, provided that you take good care of him, and I will need him later. ”

The peasant woman nodded, took two more smoked fish from the straw rope, and said, "Okay, I'll go back." ”

Avril looked around and saw that no one had noticed her, so she walked under the eaves of the hut and bowed her head slightly, observing the ground beneath her feet.

The light blue screen in her eyes suddenly slid out countless modular arrows, pointing at a finger-sized piece of soil at her feet, and at the top of the screen, such a word appeared: saliva sample.

She remembered that when the envoy reprimanded the village chief, he "bah".

Here's what I said:

"Phew! Relief? So what do we eat? ”

She casually stomped on the soil with her heel, and walked out of the village of the Loire.

No one noticed that when she walked, the heel of the foot that was stuck to the mud was always 1 millimeter away from the ground, and this small distance prevented the mud stained with pirate saliva from falling off due to the external force of friction.

When she came to the sparsely populated area outside the village, she lifted her feet, stretched out her slender index finger, and touched the mud-stained heel, only to see a burst of silver ripples on her fingertips, and the soil moisture on it quickly evaporated, and then turned into countless dry particles, which fell down.

"Sampling complete."

"Start Ingredient Analysis."

"The analysis is complete, and the target is locked."

I saw that on the blue screen in front of Avril's eyes, a light red trajectory suddenly appeared, like an arrow, marking the direction of the target. This trajectory is the smell left by the target during the journey, and only the Terminator, after sampling and analysis, can distinguish it from dozens of different odors that are mixed with each other and tangled with each other.

She followed the trail until she came to a wooded field, and in the distance she saw a pirate in leather armor and a hood looking around warily, then lifted a flat boulder and placed a few gold dinars under it.

He then carefully returned the stone to its original position, carefully buried fallen leaves around it, and after making a simple camouflage, he left.

After seeing the pirate far away, Avril walked up slowly, looked at the round stone, smiled faintly, she found the nearest maple tree, climbed it lightly, and then hugged it tightly and closed her eyes.

She's going to keep watch.

An hour later, she suddenly opened her eyes as she heard the faint sound of footsteps and saw a middle-aged farmer enter her field of vision.

The peasant was dark-skinned and rough-skinned, with distinctly Nordic features, and his countenance, unlike that of other brave Nord peasants, had a somewhat scholarly demeanor. He looked to the left and right, looking very alert, and when he reached the round stone, he breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the round stone, took out the gold dinars, and then put a piece of letterhead, and finally returned the round stone to its place.

But at the same time, he suddenly felt a downward movement of air passing over his back, and a cold feeling came over him, and he suddenly turned around, but saw Avril.

Avril smiled slightly: "Hello, sir, I'm here." ”

When the Nord man saw Avril suddenly, he was shocked at first, and then his expression became fierce, he took out a sharpened butcher's knife, aimed it at Avril's stomach, and stabbed it hard!

Avril was not in a hurry at all, she easily grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand, and stuck the crook of the opponent's arm with the other hand at the same time, and with a backhand, the Nord bent his elbow and was restrained, and the butcher knife that was originally stabbed at Avril actually stabbed into her lower abdomen instead!

"What's your name?" Avril asked.

The Nord farmer just covered his stomach and did not speak.

Avril pulled out the butcher knife, blood gushed out, although it looked very badly injured, but there was no blood groove on the butcher knife, no sharp teeth, plus Avril controlled the strength of her backhand, so this knife did not cause much trauma to him, of course, some physical pain was inevitable.

Avril pulled out the butcher's knife, then lifted the cobblestone and retrieved the letterhead. She twisted the letterhead with her slender and delicate thumb and forefinger, and the gesture of the orchid finger was full of the charm and grace of a little woman. She unfolded the letterhead and read slowly, "It's all the same." ”

Although it is only a short sentence, this sentence contains enough information.

There is no militia in the Loire village, so you can rest assured that you can collect money.

Avril slowly rolled up the letterhead and asked again, "What's your name?" ”

The Nord peasant just kept his head down and stubbornly refused to speak.

Avril smiled: "You humans all have an inferior root that you can't change, that is, you don't cry when you don't see the coffin." ”

As she spoke, she grabbed one of his little fingers with her orchid finger and twisted it slightly:

"Actually, I hate this kind of torture to extract confessions, because my superiors don't seem to like me doing this, but I can't help it, I need to know something from you."

As she spoke, the Nord's little finger slowly bent to a terrifying extent. That little finger, which is not flexible, is like a twisted semicircle at the moment! It seems that in the next second, this little finger will be broken by her!

Avril counted slowly:

“5，4，3，2，1。”

Syllable!

Broken.

The Nord peasant howled frantically, and he knelt down, and clutched his little finger, which was no longer able to recline on the back of his hand, and tried to correct it, but it was impossible, this finger, had been abolished!

Avril continued, "What's your name?" ”

The Nord peasant's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he could only use a trembling tone: "Ge... Gordon. ”

"Why collaborating with the enemy?"

Gordon suddenly stopped talking, just looked at Avril with pleading eyes.

Avril smiled and said, "You should be thankful that I just broke your little finger, your right hand can still hold a pen, you can still write, and if you recover well, you may be able to pick up a hoe and a sickle, or even a sword, but if... If I break your ring finger again, let alone writing and holding a sword, I'm afraid you will have trouble even getting dressed. ”

The Nord suddenly kowtowed, and the head went down like this, and his forehead was already cracked and bleeding. However, Avril was always smiling, and her cold gaze never showed a trace of pity, and she was not moved at all.

Another 10 seconds passed, and Avril seemed to have lost her patience, she grabbed his ankle again, put the cold blade of the butcher's knife on his ankle, and rubbed it repeatedly, but never cut it off, and slowly counted on her mouth:

“5，4，3，2…”

The Nord man collapsed, and he lay on the ground, pounding the ground at Avril's feet, and wailing, "I say! I say! I say it all! ”

Avril smiled, and casually threw away the butcher's knife, the tip of which was inserted in the gap between the two fingers of a certain palm of the Nord man propped on the ground, and swayed from side to side very unwillingly under the action of inertia, like a sea snake that kept swinging its tail.

"That's right. As I said, you humans are like this, you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, why do you have to ask me to break your fingers before you are willing to recruit you? ”

Looking at the slaughtering knife that was thrown with precision, the Nord's pupils suddenly contracted to a point. He sighed, finally giving up the last hint of resistance.