"Crackle!"

The charcoal made a popping sound as the flames burned, and the dark red skin fell into the soot at the bottom of the fireplace.

The man crouched quietly beside the fire pit in the fireplace, quietly watching the flames beat, the orange-red light of the fire reflecting his mask in the same color.

The man stood up suddenly—the purple cloak, the purple hood, the whole mask didn't even have a hole to breathe through the air, and everyone in the Varshas prison had never seen the man's true face, the tall figure of nearly two meters, coupled with the strong figure that the cloak could not hide, made people feel intimidated just by seeing it.

"Squeak!"

In the corners of the room there are many iron cages with a large area, and the cages are all snow rabbits that can be caught in the Bailing Mountains, and these little creatures seem to sense the danger coming, and they neighed inside the cages.

With a large black gloved hand, a snow rabbit was already struggling in his hand.

The man threw a few pieces of black charcoal into the fire, and the flames in the bonfire were a little stronger, and he slowly walked to the fireplace and crouched down again, only this time, he actually put his right hand holding the rabbit directly into the fireplace.

The rabbit's body let out a heart-rending wail, the milky white fur was instantly scorched by the flames, and the stench of barbecued fur emanated from the fireplace.

I couldn't see the man's expression, the grimace on the mask, and the somewhat exaggerated and funny smile.

The rabbit writhed frantically above the flames, but the big hand firmly clamped the space where it had fled, and a cry of despair rang out in the silent room, and in the corner of the cage, the other kind, these little creatures that were not yet fully sapient, writhed and crawled anxiously in the cage, trying to poke their heads out of the cage and smell the unsettling breath of the air.

The rabbit's struggle gradually weakened, and at this time, except for the shape of this pitch-black lump of flesh, it was almost unrecognizable as a rabbit.

Under the scorching flames, the fat under the fur slowly seeped out, and the sound of oil bubbles crawled out, and the man suddenly took his hand out of the flames, and threw the remains of the rabbit into the cardboard box by the fireplace.

This is the first floor of the Valthus prison, where despair meets hope, imprisoned at the watershed of freedom, and this room—the entire prison, to be exact, is the possession of the man, and in the Valthus prison, almost no one dares to disobey his will.

The room isn't very spacious, but it's packed with a lot of interesting things—

"Knock knock!"

"Report to the Prison Chief!"

A soft knock broke the silence of the room.

The warden sat back in the high-backed chair in the center of the room, and with a slight hook of his hand, the door of the room opened inwards as if someone had held the handle.

"It's Markey, do you have anything to report?" a magnetic voice sounded under the mask.

Markey's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly knelt on one knee, "Prison Master, the capture of prisoner Leah Maylis has not progressed for the time being. ”

"If there is no progress, you can just continue to arrest it, do you have to report this matter?" The warden said a little casually: "The two prisoners of the Principality of Noah, how are you interrogating?"

Markey's body bowed even lower: "Prison Master, those two people are reluctant to speak, and Maylis doesn't seem to have come to the ninth layer, and we haven't found her on the tenth floor. ”

The warden moved his chair back slightly, resting his feet directly on the table in front of him, and without receiving an answer from the warden, Markey remained on his knees.

No one would doubt the authority of this warden, not only was he recognized by the two empires of the continent, but his strength of the purple level of fighting qi was definitely the top existence in the continent. The warden's iron-blooded methods were much more terrifying than the smile on his mask.

"Interesting, did this Maylis find something?" there was a hint of a smile in the warden's voice: "This Maylis, don't look for it. ”

"Huh?" Markey exclaimed, but he soon realized his gaffe, "Yes, Prison Master." ”

"As for the people on Wishal's side, I'll give them an answer. The warden suddenly stood up from his seat: "Take me to the interrogation room, I want to see the two Noah's Grand Dukes for myself, you go over there and prepare." ”

Markey got up from the ground again, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, any prisoner who was asked to be interrogated by the warden himself had only two endings - either torture or death.

"Prison Chief, there's one more thing just now. Markey said respectfully, "We have received information from the Death Fjord with the Owl that Count Sean in the Duchy of Noah has failed in his operation. ”

"I see, you get out. ”

Markey didn't dare to say more, and as he turned to leave, he also closed the door with him.

The warden paced back and forth in the room, compared to Maylis's escape incident, the intelligence from the Deathfjord was what he cared more about, for this operation, the preparations they had carried out before were no less than that of Maylis's operation - after all, the Deathfjord is a very sensitive area of the entire continent, and even the two empires are inconvenient to carry out their underground work here.

"Rubbish!" the warden cursed, and then walked straight to the edge of the cage where the rabbit was kept in the room, and reached out somewhat rudely to grab one of the innocent creatures.

The rabbit's body trembled slightly, and the warden could feel a powerful heartbeat coming from under the fur in the palm of his hand.

"Damn it!"

The warden's left hand grabbed the rabbit's neck and twisted it in the opposite direction, and the rabbit in the palm of his hand let out a wail and stopped struggling.

"The Principality of Noah......"

The warden casually threw the rabbit's carcass into a cardboard box beside him and quickly left his room.

The leather boots made a dull noise on the hard stone pavement, and the interrogation room was located not far from the warden's room, and the warden's fingers trembled slightly, and whenever this happened, he would find some kind of psychological outlet by interrogating the prisoners.

"My lord, both prisoners are inside. They had passed out before, and they hadn't woken up yet. ”

In the torch-lit hallway, Markey had opened the door to the interrogation room, and the two naked prisoners were tied to a wooden cross, with many marks of being whipped on their bodies. Their heads drooped, and only the heaving of their chests proved that they still had vital signs.

"Wake up with water, I want to see how hard their mouths are!"