When Uvel's clerk saw the smuggling syndicate's brains, he immediately realized that he was about to soar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is a saying that appearance is born from the heart, and the appearance in this sentence does not refer to the real appearance, but a person's temperament. A person who is strong and resolute in his heart, not afraid of difficulties and pain, even if he is not handsome, but he is enough to give people a tough feeling. A person is narrow-minded and selfish at heart, even if he is very handsome, but many people can see his cringe and gloomy at a glance.

The temperament of this staff member is the kind of person who commands and commands from above. He looks at people with a sense of superiority, even if he deliberately lowers his eyelids and lowers his head to look at his toes, it is not like a timid confession, but a kind of contempt, a kind of disdain! This is the temperament that only a superior person can have!

The clerk trembled with excitement, and after he was sent to Uvel, his life had been bleak. The once gentle wife has become a fierce woman, and she is very critical of him, and the eyes of the children looking at him are also full of pity, a kind of rejection, and a kind of contempt. The fate of the family was due to the fact that he reported the scandal of a nobleman to the Imperial Court, which led to his transfer from the gold-ridden South to Uvel.

It is true that the General Registry gave him the title of reserve prosecutor, but what is this place? This is Uvel of Demalagus! Here, without any beginning, there is no hope of leaving here and returning to the warm south in his life.

He's long since lost hope, and like everyone else here, he's become insensitive, he's become negative.

But at this moment, the heart began to beat violently, the blood began to flow faster, and the whole body was full of strength. His face was as red as if he had been nominated as a clerk and married his beautiful wife at the same time, and his whole body exuded excitement.

"Your name?", in fact, this matter has nothing to do with the clerk, he can meet this staff member because of his title of reserve prosecutor, which allows him to participate in some local government affairs.

After the captain of the garrison on the side was unwilling, he also realized that he must have caught a big fish this time, and there was no reason for the clerk to eat all the benefits alone. He immediately drew a half-meter-long baton, clenched his hands tightly, and slammed it on the shoulders of his staff. His mood fluctuated as violently as the clerk, and his strength was extraordinarily strong, and when the stick was pulled down, the shoulder blades of the staff member snapped and snapped, and the shoulders hung down unnaturally.

The terrible screams suddenly resounded throughout the detention room of the entire garrison, and the staff wriggled their bodies in pain, shook their heads, and jumped with green tendons, and their cloaks exuded like a madman. His tears, snot, and beads of sweat were mixed and spread across every corner of his face. His bloodshot eyes widened, and he glared viciously at the two little people in front of him. Yes, it's the little people, if in the past, he didn't even bother to look at the two little people, and he didn't even bother to take care of them.

But now, he was humiliated by these two small people, and he was full of fear and anger at the same time.

"Your name!", the captain of the guard sparkled with a fierce glint in his eyes, and he spat viciously at the staff, then turned his head to look at the clerk. The clerk nodded solemnly, and the captain of the garrison had an even more fierce glint in his eyes, and he turned to his men and ordered, "Go and ask the priest to come." ”

Last year, the Church built the first cathedral in Demalagu, a proposal that is said to have been proposed by the most powerful cardinal of the Church, the great man known as the Winter Sun. Most surprisingly, the church was not built in the capital of de Maragu, Siucusius, but in Uvel, the closest to the ice field, almost on the edge of the ice field. At that time, Governor Gahel also invited the church to build the church in the capital, but the church people refused.

The church now houses a bishop, two priests, and a squad of Templars.

The staff's eyes flashed with hatred, and the purpose of inviting the priest to come, with his clever mind he certainly knew why, the group was not going to kill him, but they were not going to make him comfortable either.

The clerk, a well-mannered and somewhat thin man, actually snatched the stick from the guard captain's hand and smashed it directly on the waist and eye of the staff. At this time, his face was hideous, and he did not have the politeness and temperament of a cultural person like a clerk at all, and he was vicious like a devil crawling out of hell. He viciously squeezed out a few syllables from the gap between his teeth, "Your name, if you don't want to be offended, hurry up and explain!"

This stick was stabbed extremely hard, and if it weren't for the whole person being tied to the execution rack, the staff might have fallen to the ground long ago. He writhed his body frantically, trying to relieve the pain that had caused his internal organs to start to ache, and the muscles in his lower back twitched and spasmed. He coughed a few times, retched, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth. He knew that if he didn't say it, he wouldn't necessarily die, but after saying it, Wren would definitely not let him go.

At this time, he already regretted why he did not leave with Sistine, and at the same time, in the deepest part of his heart, there was a ridiculous idea. Perhaps the Sistin was afraid that he would take his place, and that if he left and did not leave, he would lose the trust of the big nobles behind him, so he betrayed him. This malicious thought lingered in the deepest part of his heart.

The clerk didn't care about any demeanor at this time, and on a cold day, he was actually hot and sweating, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and smashed the staff member's calf with a stick.

With a click, the staff's calves flexed backwards, bones snapped, and his screams echoed throughout the cell. His shoulders were swollen, his calves were expanding rapidly at a visible rate, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.

His mouth was still tightly closed, and the muscles in his face were twisted and trembling with pain. Bean-sized beads of sweat continue to slide down from the eyelashes, and some fall into the eyes, and the salt in the sweat irritates the eyes and keeps closing.

The clerk was furious, he threw away his stick, and with his loving hands, which he used to write official documents, he frantically slammed into the face of the staff. A punch went down, the fist hit the flesh, and the thumping sound of the punch made the staff's head shake back and forth again and again. The staff's consciousness was already a little blurred, and the constant impact had kept his brain in a state of vibration, which had already been affected at this time.

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know how many punches I have received, but the consciousness of the staff is already on the verge of dissipation. There was no more sensation on his face, not even pain. His will was supported only by a fear of death, and a hatred of Sistine. The more he was wounded, the more he hated the Sistin who had left.

So as the old saying goes, human nature is ugly.

He was tortured here, but the Sistine wanted to go to the interior to enjoy it, all of this was the fault of the Sistine!

Perhaps he could hold out for a while, supporting his will with fear and hatred.

But when the priest came in and performed a healing spell on him, all his resistance collapsed. He knew very well that if he didn't say it, he would be tortured endlessly until he finally couldn't help but say it. With the pastor here, these people don't have to worry about the death of him due to excessive punishment, and they can use all the means they can put on him.

The slightest hesitation eventually spread to a collapse of will, he said.

At the same time, he also spoke about the dynamics of Sistine, which gave him a twisted pleasure, and he even laughed out loud. Why am I suffering here alone, since the matter is revealed, then what is the suffering, let's bear it together!

The surprise on the faces of the clerk and the captain of the garrison almost made the corners of their mouths hang on their ears, and they couldn't believe that they had caught a real big fish this time. Immediately, they arranged for someone to personally escort the staff member named Robado with the priest to Xiukusius.

The reason why they had to torture Robado's name and position was also to take as much credit as possible. They could send Robado to Sykusius without asking anything, but then they wouldn't get any credit.

As for the priest's follow, it was entirely for Wren's sake. Wren is now the second most famous person in the Church after the cardinals. His cooperation and trade with the church led to unprecedented growth of the church. A large backlog of supplies was sold at high prices, and Wren developed a merchandising that was exclusive to the church. For example, soap, such as cotton cloth, cotton and other goods, allowed the church to get a huge amount of money, which was used to accelerate the development of the church, as well as the invasion of faith in the East.

Even the Pope himself said that Wren would always be the most reliable friend of the Church.

One group escorted Robado to Xiukusius, and the other group rushed to hunt down the Sistine who had escaped, and the clerk and the captain of the garrison planned to extend the victory, and if the Sistin could be captured as well, then they would be 100% elevated and leave this damn place.

Near noon, the Sistin group stopped on the side of the road and began to bury the pot and cook. Sistine has a deep understanding of human nature, and he knows that the more he hides it, the more it will attract people's eyes, so it is better to be frank. Two people are boiling water, two are handling food, and the others are sitting and chatting.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves on the official road to the north was getting closer and closer, and a group of well-armed knights galloped in.

The smile on Sistine's face faded, and he looked straight at the men.