Dusk is always gloomy, fog fills the land, and dim daylight gives way to darkness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After Harrick came out of the Earl's Palace, he had planned to go home, and unknowingly came to "The Happy Boar" again.

"Suke," Harrick walked over to the bar and sat down. "Bring me the strongest drink. ”

"Master Harrick, do you have anything on your mind!" Suker brought him a glass of the Virgians' favorite Bacardi.

"It's nothing more than the Assassin thing, and the Assassin was able to be caught thanks to your reminder. Harrick took a sip of the spirits in his glass, and his tongue tingled.

"Your Excellency, don't talk nonsense," Su Ke rushed out and quickly cleared up the relationship. "It has nothing to do with me, you found the Assassin and captured him. ”

Suke quickly glanced around the hall to make sure they weren't being heard, before shifting his reproachful gaze to Harrick, who was sitting in front of him.

"Look at my memory, when I drink too much, I talk nonsense. Harrick assured in a low voice. "I'm never going to talk about it in front of anyone. ”

"He didn't say a word?" Although Suker didn't want to cause such trouble, as a former member of the Black Shadow Assassins, he couldn't help but want to find out about the situation.

"Yes, even though I had the jailer use the torture instruments. Harrick felt helpless. "Neither the whip nor the iron soldering worked, and after I had finished the interrogation, I instructed the jailer to continue entertaining him with other torture instruments. ”

"The Assassin who can be sent to assassinate Prince Nord and Count Arassis must not be the kind of person who can easily confess. Suke spoke his mind.

"That's where my headache lies," Harrick said annoyed. "If we can't find out who is really behind the scenes, it puts us in a very passive position. ”

"Hasn't the leader of the Silver Sword Assassins already found out who is behind the scenes?" asked Su Ke with a puzzled expression.

"The Assassin's words must not be taken without trust, but neither can they be taken in their entirety. Harrick said categorically. "The real answer is still to be found for yourself. ”

"Assassins are tight-lipped, they know what happens if they betray their employer," Suke reminded. "So it's hard to get the answers you want from the Assassins. ”

"Having said that, there is still a chance to live," Harrick's tone gradually became a little more eerie and chilling. "If you don't talk about it, it's a dead end. ”

"You should say this to the Assassin you caught, but it won't work to tell me. Suke poured himself a glass of wine.

"I will," Harrick assured him. "When I lose patience, I'll end the Assassin's life with my own hands. His voice was even colder than it had been before.

"Don't say I didn't remind you, death isn't the only thing to be feared," Suke said solemnly. "Even if you threaten to kill him, he won't open his mouth. ”

Harrick said with an anxious face, "Is there no way to get him to speak?"

"The assassin you caught must have not eaten in days, right?" Suker suggested quietly. "Maybe you should bring him something to eat tonight. ”

"I've been busy all day without eating, and my stomach is still empty," Harrick grumbled, and said in a stiff tone. "Since he is not even afraid of death, he is still afraid of starvation?"

"Waiting for death is a worse torment than death, and perhaps you should take advantage of that. Suke said. "I'm going to prepare a roast chicken for you, you can take it to the dungeon or take it home. ”

After about a quarter of an hour, Su Ke brought a whole steaming roast chicken from the back kitchen.

Suker wrapped the fragrant roast chicken in a paper bag and laid it down on the bar. "A total of 2 dinars, 5 dirhams. ”

Harrick tossed the three dinars on the bar, poured himself another glass of spirits, drank it up, picked up the roast chicken that Suk had prepared for him, and left The Happy Boar.

He followed the way he came, and returned the way he came. It's just that there is an extra roast chicken in his hand.

Harrick walked through the iron door into the dark, damp dungeon, where he held a whole roast chicken.

Leather the jailer, who stood outside the iron prison door, pondered: Master Harrick had come to be unique, apparently intending to interrogate the prisoner while enjoying the chicken legs.

Harrick stepped across the filthy pit, sewage splattered on his fur boots beneath his feet, and several large black rats with sturdy fur passed him.

His footsteps stopped beside the torch stove, and he looked at the Assassin on the other side, whose limbs were imprisoned in a torture rack.

"Looks like they've used quite a few torture instruments on you again," Harrick complained with a feigned sympathy. "It's almost tormenting you out of your mind. ”

"It's all your work. The Assassin replied in a cold tone.

"You're finally willing to speak. There was an interesting mockery in Harrick's words. "If you had spoken earlier, you would have suffered less. ”

A look of disdain appeared on the assassin's stained face, and he sneered, "Are you satisfied now?"

"You brought it all upon yourself," Harrick said to himself. "As an Assassin, you should be able to imagine what happens if you are caught after a failed assassination. ”

The Assassin didn't like the tone of his voice. "You're here to talk to me?" he sneered a little self-deprecatingly, "maybe you're here to bring me food?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Harrick's mouth. "Looks like you're really hungry. He tore off a chicken leg and sniffed it, "It's so fragrant, I can't help but want to take a bite, but this is specially brought to you." ”

The assassin raised his eyelids and stared at him suspiciously. He didn't think that this guy in front of him had such good intentions, maybe he had some conspiracy?

Harrick was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous." As a sheriff, I can't do such a despicable thing as smearing poison on a secret weapon. ”

The assassin glanced at the other party coldly and replied calmly, "I don't care about using any means, let alone false honor, I only care about the final result. ”

The Assassin himself was a cold-blooded, ruthless, unseemly deed, and there was no such thing as honor.

Assassins are a special profession that is responsible for the murder or assassination of a target person, often for political or personal reasons.

Some Assassins performed the Assassins alone, others worked in groups, some were highly trained full-time Assassins, and some became Assassins by chance due to the objective environment.

Assassins committed assassins, or were instructed by others, or out of personal enmity, or for money, fame, or for the sake of the people of the country, and so on.

"I haven't eaten in days, you must be hungry, eat?"

Harrick was not interested in bothering him, and walked over to the Assassin's side, then put the chicken leg in his hand to his mouth.

The Assassin hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth to bite down a piece of chicken and gobble it down.

The Assassin believed that his companions would come to his rescue, but he needed food to restore his strength so that he could make it possible to escape.

After a while, the chicken leg in Harrick's hand turned into a slender bone, and he tore off another chicken leg.

An imperceptible look flashed in the assassin's eyes, and he opened his jaw again and bit down the drumstick.

"So you're waiting for your companion to come and save you," Harrick said flatly. "Don't be in a hurry to deny it, your actions and the look in your eyes at this moment have betrayed you. ”

The assassin did not speak, but gulped down the drumstick.

"You've eaten the chicken legs, and you've said that, now it's time for you to stay there quietly...... At this, the corners of Harrick's mouth hung in an eerie arc.

"When your companions come, you can catch up on the old days. With that, Harrick rudely shoved the sackcloth in his hand into the Assassin's mouth.

The Assassin looked shocked, but his mouth was so tightly gagged that he could only make a whining sound.

Even if a roaring roar erupted in his throat, the sound couldn't penetrate the burlap that gagged his mouth.

Harrick's face changed slightly, and he turned and walked towards the dark corner opposite, hiding his body completely in the darkness.