It was not so much an interrogation room, but rather a dungeon, and it was a dungeon that covered a huge area, standing in the space divided by iron fences and stone pillars, Xiao Yan had a sense of déjà vu. This is especially true when you look at the dried blood splatters everywhere on these iron railings, and the rats that are carrying human organs everywhere. Of course, if a group of sheep-headed monsters with maces suddenly popped out of it at this time, Xiao Yan would not feel that there was anything wrong.

In reality, the Speyer Cathedral was located further north than Württemberg, and not deep into the Black Forest, as it is now, right in the middle of Strasbourg and Württemberg. Among the cathedrals, the most famous is the Catacombs, which contain the bones of many great figures, including Conrad II. However, it is clear that the Speijel Cathedral in Shijie has changed a lot now, and it is not clear how this cathedral will become in the future, but at least it is not a place where bones are too buried. One only has to look at the bones piled up by the walls to know that too many lives have been lost in the huge cavern beneath this monastery.

Quister stepped out of the depths of the interrogation room, and he saluted Xiao Yan slightly, then turned to lead the way. For the kind of chaos shown by the brown-haired boy behind him, the captain of the Holy Crown Knight was also secretly frightened.

Not all knights suddenly see such a scene as calm as little Fryman, even those who are in high positions of power, once they enter this interrogation room, they will feel like they are stabbed in the back. But as the Lord walked on the ground, he didn't seem to care about such a sight. Exactly. In the eyes of little Fleman. It's no different here than anywhere else. The bloody corpses, the bones hanging everywhere, didn't affect the young man.

"Before the Holy See took full control of the monastery, it used to be a secret interrogation room for the Saxon and East Franconian nobles. There are a lot of rebellious aristocrats who will disappear from their homes and end up being the bones in this interrogation room. ”

Although Xiao Yan did not show any abnormality, Quister did not intend to burden himself with the knowledge of indiscriminate murder, and he explained to Xiao Yan as he walked: "Even after the Holy See took control of this monastery, a large number of nobles were quietly transferred here every year. Most of the prisoners are of this type. There is no need for the Holy See to build any Inquisition in the Holy Empire, you should know that with the Inquisition, all heresies that are disrespectful to the Lord will not remain in Speyer. So, we've only borrowed a small number of the interrogation sites, and most of what you see are the work of the secular aristocracy. It's a thing that makes people feel helpless. ”

Xiao Yan glanced left and right, and whispered, "Oh." Of course, if I hadn't heard that voice. Maybe eventually I'll end up here too, as a prisoner. We'll still meet, Captain Quist, won't we? ”

Quist's face was slightly embarrassed, and he replied, "You are really a lord who is good at making jokes. ”

"Are you kidding? Not necessarily. ”

Xiao Yan whispered, and then did not continue, sweeping over the skeletons and decaying corpses, and his heart was a little turbulent for a while. The blood and cruelty of the aristocracy can be seen clearly here. Those who are superficially gentle with each other, I am afraid that the mainland has always been thinking about how to get their opponents into Speier's ground.

"It's an ever-expanding dungeon, my lord, so there's no planning, it looks like a labyrinth."

Hearing Quist's sudden explanation, Xiao Yan responded: "Don't call me Lord, it's not necessary, I'm Fryman, you can call me Mr. Fryman, or you can call me by my name." ”

Quister was about to say something when not far ahead, a roar that was almost hoarse was heard.

"Little Fryman, you bastard! I won't let you go, never! ”

Xiao Yan smiled slightly when he heard this, put on his hood, and whispered, "A very hard stone, it sounds like you can't attack him, right?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Fryman, it is very troublesome, and Paktu, though offensive to us in language, has endured the test of holy water. He did not mean to blaspheme the Lord from his subjective will, and it is difficult to directly sentence us to death just by virtue of his offense to us. ”

Xiao Yan nodded, strode into an iron fence, and looked at the sturdy man in front of him who was tied to a wooden shelf. Paktu heard whispers outside the fence, but he didn't know what the men were talking about. This uncertainty only made him more vigilant, and when the footsteps at the door came, the Saxon goth knight struggled to open his eyes and turned his head to look at the door.

Xiao Yan walked over slowly, staring at the viscount who had met many times in Munich, and in the shadow of the hood, the brown-haired young man suddenly asked, "Are you pious enough to the Lord?" ”

Paktu was stunned for a moment, he had never heard the voice of little Fryman speak, and at this time the light in the dungeon was dim, and the shadows of the torches made the whole space feel like a blur. Therefore, the Saxon knight did not expect that the person in front of him was actually the little Flemann, and when he heard Xiao Yan's question, the knight nodded with difficulty and said, "Yes, yes, yes, holy water can prove everything, and I am extremely devout to the Lord." ”

Xiao Yan nodded slightly and asked, "Did the Lord ever ask you to murder Little Fryman?" ”

"No, no, little Fryman is a liar, a bastard, a hap, yes, he's that kind of thing."

"Because he's that kind of thing, you're going to kill him?"

"Hey, listen, listen, Father. The matter between me and Fleman is a secular affair and has nothing to do with the Holy See. Asking too much about little Fryman is not where you should be. ”

Hearing Paktu's answer, Xiao Yan nodded again and said, "That's right, asking too much about little Flemann is really not in line with my position." So, to put it another way, you see, I want you to die, what should I do? ”

Paktu's face suddenly froze, and then he twitched violently, and he cried out loudly: "No, you have no right to let me die, I am such a devout believer in the Lord, my family every year, no, every month, no, every week to offer a large amount of money to the monastery. Holy water can prove my piety, you can't kill me, you damned priest! ”

Xiao Yan grinned toothily in the shadow of his hood, his white teeth showing a sharpness in the dim firelight, and he said, "Where do you offer money?" This is Speyer, not your hometown. Your piety in your hometown does not prove your piety here. ”

After speaking, Xiao Yan turned his head to look at a knight with the Holy Crown on the other side, and ordered in a low voice: "Knight, bring me a knife." ”

"My lord, he has been proven by holy water."

The Holy Crown Knight was obviously a little hesitant, and he couldn't help but remind Xiao Yan in a low voice.

Xiao Yan nodded and said, "Yes, of course I know. But I also know one thing, that nobles have always been inconsistent in appearance, and that it is only the appearance of this knight that has been proven, and have you ever proved that his internal organs are not rotten? Have you ever proved that his body is not dirty? ”

The Knight of the Holy Crown's face visibly twitched, and he couldn't even imagine what such a proof would bring. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but whisper, "We don't have that much holy water, my lord, we can't detect it everywhere." Moreover, if this knight dies here because of the interrogation, it will also be a troublesome matter. ”

Xiao Yan smiled again and stretched out his hand, and his hand began to slowly overflow with droplets full of holy aura.

"I have, go, knight, and do as I say. Don't hesitate, don't stand still, don't go against my exhortations. I'm here, and that's proof. Amen. ”

Drops of holy water rolling down the ground suddenly gave the entire dungeon a comforting warmth, real and empty at the same time, and the knight of the Holy Crown looked at it all and whispered a word of praise. Then he turned around and was about to walk out the door, but Quist had already walked in one step earlier, and in the hands of a strong middle-aged knight, he was holding a sharp slaughtering knife. Looking at Xiao Yan, Quister handed over the knife in silence.

Xiao Yan held the knife with a beautiful blood groove in his hand, and skillfully pulled the knife flower, looking as if he was already extremely familiar with this kind of knife. Then, under Paktu's extremely panicked gaze, Xiao Yan suddenly raised his hand, and stabbed the knife in his hand into the arm of the Gothic knight, and directly penetrated this arm.

The pain was so great that Paktu wanted to cry out, but Xiao Yan's powerful punch completely blocked the roar in Paktu's lungs. The Goth Knight had to cough violently to relieve himself, but the pain in his right arm made his coughs sound distorted. In the midst of such a cough, Paktu let out a cry at the same time.

"Damn it, you damn priest. I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you! ”

Hearing Paktu's threat, Xiao Yan indifferently dripped the holy water in his hand directly onto the wound on the Goth Knight's right arm.

As if a soldering iron had imprinted on the wound, a large amount of white smoke rose from the pain, and Paktu could no longer control the pain that poured out of his bones, his body twisting and spasming violently, and his head slammed into the stake behind him. As for the curse, it has disappeared.

Xiao Yan watched the wound on Paktu's right arm gradually heal, and exclaimed, "It's good, praise you, knight, your arm is equally religious." Next, let's see if other places are equally religious. ”

"What are you going to do? Tell me what you're going to do? Please, tell me these things. I will do it, I will do it. ”

Hearing the Gothic knight's cry, Xiao Yan pursed his lips and said, "What a coward, the knight's face has been disgraced by you." (To be continued......)