The deep blue city, the city that used to be full of people is full of murder at this time, although there are still people and horses passing through the streets, but the pirates who come and go are all in a hurry, and even the voice of the voice is deliberately lowered a little, for fear that if you are not careful, you will bring a bloody disaster to yourself.

Beneath the cliff in the northwest corner, an eerie castle-like building is half on land and the other half is deep in the sea, which is a unique feature of Deep Blue City, a spire water dungeon.

In a bloodstained and dimly lit room, a bald man with a hideous scar on the left side of his face was hanging in the air by an iron rope thick as his arm's arm, with at least a dozen flesh and skin on his scarred body, and the chest and lower abdomen were terrifying scars left by the burns of seven or eight triangular irons.

But even after such terrible suffering, the man's eyes were still wide open, staring closely at the panting kindred in front of him, as if he wanted to remember the other person's appearance, and from the corners of his festering grinning mouth, he was still smiling at the moment.

"Hey, hey, hey... Jindali, you have such a skill, but you can't deal with your fish-man masters. Red blood streamed down his forehead into Peterley's eyes, but he still sneered mercilessly at the enemy in front of him.

There are a total of five lords in the Deep Blue City, except for Peterley and Rinis, who have shared more than half of the city's resources with their strong strength, the other three lords, including Prancy, Goria, and Jindali in front of him, are all vassals of the Fish-Man Clan, and this surprise attack was also planned by Jindali.

Originally, there was a delicate balance of strength between the five lords, although Peterley and Rinis were strong, but the three with the support of the Fish-People behind them could barely compete with them, but as the trade between Peterley and Lear unfolded, more and more artillery and wealth made Jindali feel a huge threat.

Whether in the city or overseas, his power borders Peterly the most, and if this situation continues, then it will be a matter of course that he will be swallowed by Peterley.

Some people are like this, when they surrender to a foreign race, they can feel righteous and even inexplicably superior, but if they are overridden by their own race, it will be like a great insult, and Jindali belongs to this kind of person.

So he and the other two lords reported to the Dark Blue Fishman Lord Kusen that Peterley was disobedient and was secretly accumulating strength in a vain attempt to completely control the Deep Blue City, and that the increasingly armed warships and huge amounts of unknown wealth were the most powerful evidence of collusion with outsiders.

These arguments are not even reliable, but they just give the Fish-Man an excuse to attack, because Peterley's behavior in the Deep Blue City over the years has long caused the dissatisfaction of the Fish-Man, although he is also involved in the management and construction of the city, but more often than not, he regards himself as a master rather than a servant, and he has also been disobedient to the real master behind the scenes, Peterley, but because there is no suitable reason, Coussen has been forced not to do it.

In addition, the strong strength of Peterley and Rinis is also the reason why he is deeply jealous, but this time the Terran nest gave him a golden opportunity, which coincided with Rinis leading the fleet to sea and did not return, Cussen immediately suppressed and arrested Peterley with thunder, and when the old deaf man returned from hearing the news, Kusen, who had already made up his mind, would naturally not let him go.

The reason why Peterley and Rinis were not immediately executed, in addition to the sacrifice for the Siren's birthday in a month's time, was also the crucial reason for forcing them to find out the great wealth buried in the overseas islands.

People die for money, birds die for food, but sometimes, these things can also prolong life, but the process is more painful.

Peterley had been tortured for half a month, and he had barely eaten a grain of rice for half a month, and even the fresh water necessary to sustain his life had been scooped up from the gutter sewers, but he was drinking nectar right under the noses of his enemies, and even Jindali, who had always prided himself on being well-informed, was churning in the back of his abdomen.

Prancy and Goria had long given up this kind of torture, but Jindali did not dare or was unwilling to do so, except that he, as the main person in charge of this matter, would be directly held accountable by Cussen, and only a small piece of Peterley's huge treasure leaked from his fingers was enough for him to rise quickly in the Deep Blue City after the loss of the two Great Lords, so as to overpower the other two.

That's why he's still struggling to persevere.

"Phew!"

Jindali spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Peterley's face, and the expression of grievance and anger was more like he was the one who was being tortured, and this huge contrast once again provoked the latter to laugh wildly, but it also made him even more ashamed.

Jindali lifted a red-hot soldering iron from the charcoal stove in his right hand, and put it directly in front of Peterley, and the hot temperature instantly scorched the hairs on the latter's face, and the air began to fill the air with an unpleasant smell of burning.

"Do you think this is still the time for you to dominate the storm? Honestly explain the location of the treasure, I can make you suffer less, otherwise before the Silver Moon, I have a way to make your life worse than death." ”

Jindali gritted his teeth and threatened, his red eyes like jackals in the night, but it was difficult to hide his embarrassed expression just now.

"My fortune may be obtained by anyone, brave sailors, lucky explorers, even drowning drifters, but that person will never be you Jindali, because in my eyes, you are a dog without a soul, hahahahaha!"

In the eyes of the enemy's frightened eyes, Peterley once again erupted into a burst of insolent laughter, and he was not afraid of life and death, and his heroic nature was fully revealed.

Annoyed, Jindali pushed the red-hot soldering iron directly into Peterley's mouth. "Laugh again, laugh again, you fucking smile at Lao Tzu again!"

He screamed like a madman and turned the iron in his hand until the flesh of Peterley's mouth was completely festering, revealing the white bones that had oozing inside, and even several teeth had fallen out.

By this time, Peterley had already fainted from the severe pain, but he didn't even let out a muffled snort during the whole process.

"Drag him down, let the witch heal his injuries, don't heal too well, just don't die, and notify me as soon as he wakes up!"

Jindali gave the order to the guards next to him, and it was not until Peterley was dragged away like a dead dog, leaving a dark red trail of blood along the road, that he hatefully threw down the soldering iron in his hand and walked towards the door.

Peterley's body was thrown in like a broken sack as the water swept down the knee-high dungeon, his wounds no longer bleeding after the Sea Witch's simple treatment, but the salt in the sea quickly brought him back from his fainting.

He didn't speak, but struggled to crawl to the corner of the dungeon, where there was a raised stone hidden beneath the surface of the water, allowing his body to be submerged in the water as little as possible.

Although this action was not necessary for his scarred body, the less ulcers and infections there were, the more likely it was to survive.

Yes, until now, Peterley has not given up hope of living.

"Allow me to pay the most sincere tribute to your bravery and strength, in whom I see all the qualities of a brave sailor. ”

A pleasant female voice suddenly came from the side, Peterley didn't look back, just closed his eyes and began to recuperate, although his fighting spirit has been completely sealed, and even his tendons and tendons have been broken, but the strong physique accumulated over the years of cultivation is still slowly repairing the wounds he has suffered.

After a while, Peterley opened his eyes, and when he followed his gaze, a pale-faced woman with no fear in the water was staring at him from a waist-deep water.

Adela.

Peterley didn't speak, the witch simply treated his wounds, but didn't repair his damaged mouth and tongue, but Adela read Peterley's message from his eyes.

"He'll come. ”

The female mage said firmly.

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