The so-called price is nothing more than the value of another commodity that is acceptable to everyone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Money itself is a commodity, and the human world has always been in the form of barter, but it thinks that it has gotten rid of the primitive way of trading.

The little girl offered a very high price, and she measured the price she offered by her own values - the title.

She asked for the title of an earl, at least she thought that the president of this chamber of commerce would never be able to meet her request, so the deal would naturally be canceled because one party could not afford to pay it.

Her idea and plan were half the battle, and the reason why she said it was half was because knighthood was indeed something that was difficult to measure by "price" alone. But she failed after all, because the other party gritted his teeth and decided to meet her demand. As for whether it was the Earl of the Orlando Empire or the Earl of the Byron Empire, the little girl did not have a precise request, which was enough for Ouken to find a way to pay.

Earldom of the Byron Empire!

If a count can be exchanged for Wren's death, the deal is obviously still a good deal.

The little girl glanced at Okun in disbelief, biting her lip and nodding vigorously, "You should know what kind of people we are. If we have completed the task and you are unable to fulfill it, you will understand that death is a relief. In a slightly threatening tone, she choked Oken, "Playing the spokesperson of the deceased is like dancing on the tip of a knife, and you can't bear the consequences!"

"Title, earldom, I understand, and I don't intend to pay for it. Once Wren is killed, the entire province of Bell will be in chaos, as long as the Byron Empire succeeds in entering the customs, let alone a count's title, even if it is a marquis's title, His Majesty the Emperor is afraid that he is willing to take out a few. Compared with the virtual title that is not worth much, the territory that is actually in hand is the most important.

The girl glared at him, and reluctantly spat out a sentence, "I'm going to verify your information, if you have the ability to pay, we'll arrange someone to carry out the mission soon." ”

You can't say that I can afford the price you offer, so I must give it, which also requires a verification process. The process of a general transaction is like this, the customer places an order, and the full-time staff of the Black Priest is responsible for the quotation, and then verifies the customer's payment qualifications, and finally completes the order. For many years, the Black Priest has played the routines of the Assassin Killer Organization into a flying game, and has already formed a very professional process.

As for how to pay for this title, the Black Priests also have their own way, they only need to let the little killers in the organization recognize their fathers and then inherit the title.

The girl came suddenly, and left quickly, and Okun looked at the empty room, and soon fell into deep thought.

On the other side, Piev took a sharp breath, and the nasal sound he made as he inhaled was enough to prove his panic at this time. Drops of water dripped from his hair almost in a line, and his eyes widened, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the scenery around him in horror. When a person is in a coma and is splashed with cold water on his face, it will form a feeling of suffocation when drowning, and some people who react strongly to this phenomenon will have this feeling even if they use cold water to shower their heads when they are awake.

It's a very ordinary execution chamber, nothing special. In the corner of the brazier sat a few soldering irons, and the occasional sparks made the skin tense for a while. The various dark red daggers and utensils hanging on the walls are exceptionally neatly arranged and cleanly washed, indicating that the executor of this execution chamber is a guy with a personality disorder - obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He glanced up at the zenith, and the cracks in the bricks were very dark, probably dark red after the blood had been splashed and dried up in the cracks. He withdrew his gaze and glanced at a table beside him, with its neat array of execution instruments, and he was more sure of his guess. At this moment, there was a clattering sound outside the door, and Piev's eyes immediately shifted to the door.

A large, thin boy staggered in with a wooden bucket full of water, glanced up at Piev and placed the bucket on the edge of the table. The boy was very thin, and although his clothes were very clean and tidy, they were not very expensive, and many places were washed and almost rotten. Piev noticed that the boy was barefoot, which meant that the boy's family was in great difficulty. In a poor family, there are two things that are most valuable, the first is shoes, and the second is clothing.

It seems that for the poor, shoes are the only thing they can maintain their dignity, not even clothes. The boy didn't wear shoes, not necessarily because he couldn't afford them, but because he was afraid of wear and tear. Perhaps his shoes themselves were about to break, so he wore as few shoes as possible, mostly barefoot.

The boy was supposed to be a hired servant, cleaning and cleaning.

Piev still had some confidence in his ability to observe and reason, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat aching hotly, "Young man, can you give me some water? I'm dying of thirst!"

The young man was stunned, hesitated, picked up a small bowl from the table, scooped a bowl of cold water and brought it to Piev's mouth. The latter bit greedily on the edge of the bowl and looked up to put all the water into his mouth. A different color flashed in his eyes, this young man did not seem to be difficult to communicate, but very "obedient".

After drinking the water, Piev thanked him, knowing very well what it meant to affirm a poor child and give him the dignity that corresponded.

Sure enough, the big boy shuddered slightly, and for the first time looked up at Piev, his pale cheeks a blue-gray color that could only be found in those who were extremely debilitated and dying, and who were dead. His eyes didn't have much sparkle either, gray and misty, as if a layer of fog had blocked the window through which he could see the world.

After just one glance, the boy lowered his head and walked towards the wall, and Piev couldn't help but be stunned, is it really good not to follow the script? At this time, shouldn't the boy ask such a dialogue, "Why are you locked up here?" and then he can continue the play along with the bitter line of "I am wronged and persecuted."

How can you do such a mess?

Piev licked his dry lips, which had just been moistened by the water, and as soon as his eyes moved, he asked, "Where is this?"

The boy replied without looking back, "This is the dungeon of Ortlenburg." ”

"How could I be locked up here, I remember I felt like I had fainted......", his face was very confused, like an innocent person.

The older boy walked to the edge of the wall and turned to look at Piev, "Who knows, everyone who is locked up here says they are innocent and they don't know why they are here." ”

The words in Piev's throat had to be swallowed, the boy didn't know how to talk at all, and as soon as he prepared a new script, the boy raised his hand and pointed to the torture instrument on the wall and asked, "Which one do you like?"

Piev paused again, "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

The boy took off a cracked serpentine sword, put it in his hand and checked it, "I mean, which kind of torture tool do you like?", at this moment, the boy's temperament changed greatly, he became confident, raised his chin slightly, raised the serpentine sword in his hand and said: "This is one of the most commonly used torture tools in the Holy Empire, and the specific forging method has been secret for a long time. Later, after it was cracked, various prisons and dungeons began to be used on a large scale. ”

"It is said that they used a metal called brittle steel, which turned into iron liquid at high temperatures and poured into molds. After cooling down a little, throw it directly into the ice bucket, and the sword body that should be smooth will be filled with large and small cracks, like jagged teeth. This serpentine sword has a nice name called the pattern of life, and some people believe that this crack is like the pattern of leaves, a pattern of life. ”

"There is only one sword out of every thirty or so swords, and the cost is very high, and this sword was bought by my teacher for twelve gold coins. ”

When he walked up to Piev's side with the strangely shaped serpentine sword, Piev realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.

This teenager may be the executor of this execution chamber!

A creepy sensation rose from the bottom of his heart, and his eyelids twitched, and he closed his mouth and fell silent.

The boy didn't care at all and used the serpentine sword to remove Piev's clothes and pants, leaving only a pair of bottoms for him. Gradually, with a characteristic scratching sensation, the serpentine sword traveled back and forth through Piev's limbs, and finally came to a stop on his shoulder socket.

"This serpentine sword doesn't hurt when it is inserted into the human body, but when it is pulled out, it is unbearable. Every crack will tear a strand of muscle from your body, it will tear off your blood vessels. Last time I did an experiment, I inserted it and pulled it out, and there was a whole one or two pieces of minced meat from the sword. ”

For the first time, Piev felt what it means to be afraid and what it means to be afraid.

His bladder contracted violently, and a rush of urine rushed to the top of his head, almost collapsing!

"What do you want to know?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders, this action was also learned from his teacher, he shook his head slightly, "I'm not sure what I want to know, I think the problem between us now is what you have to explain!"

Piev has a feeling of being a dog, feeling that this teenager, and Rennes behind the teenager don't know if he has a problem at all, catch it first, don't you?

But they not only succeeded in catching him, but also caught the right person.

Piev was hesitating whether he should honestly explain everything.