Wheat raised his hand to cover the light that came in from the door, and vaguely saw a familiar outline, his eyes suddenly turned red, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he had found sustenance, he shouted "Dad" in a low voice, and then the voice became a lot louder, and called "Dad" again, the two syllables were full of thick grievances and unwillingness, and a kind of joy!

Rice wasn't his father, or rather, wasn't his biological father. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWheat and Barley's parents died in a fortuitous conflict outside the city, leaving two orphaned children in despair in the cannibalistic city. And Rice, like the sun at this time, tore through the clouds of despair that pressed their lives, leaving them to bathe in warm sunlight once again. Les adopted them, taught them, and taught them the art of stealing and stealing.

That's right, it's craftsmanship.

In this city, as long as you can live and live with dignity, any means is a craft, a craft worth learning. Whether it's killing, stealing, or pleasing others with your body!

The corners of Rice's mouth slumped slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously. He had more than a hundred adopted sons, and these adopted sons, along with other thieves, made up his thieving empire. He is a well-deserved thief king, the ruler of the underground thief empire of Ortronburg. At this moment, his already indifferent heart became warm and soft with the two syllables full of emotion.

He was not a gentle man, and many adopted sons, thieves, and thieves had only the impression of him as cold and ruthless. Many of them had their fingers cut off for their livelihood and were thrown out of the city to their own devices.

He once had a family, but because he had a heart that he shouldn't have stolen and stole things that he shouldn't have stolen, his wife was hanged on the city gate after being humiliated. His two children, who were less than ten years old, were pierced by a wooden stake with the thickness of their wrists and randomly inserted into the official road outside the city gate. He escaped an accident and ruined his life. Sometimes in the dead of night, Les would pour himself a glass of spirits, sit at the table, rub the polished wooden statue, and ask himself more than once if he had not escaped the catastrophe and died with his family in that city, would he have been able to find eternal peace?

Unbeknownst to him, the alcohol-influenced brain wanted him to admit that the catastrophe was due to his arrogance, that the culprit was his blind conceit, that he wanted him to affirm his sins, and that if he could stand up at that time, it would be better to die with his family than to live in the world!

But he always woke up at the last minute, and then lay in bed with his eyes closed, forcing himself not to think about the things that made him feel so painful.

Wheat's cry awakened his long-dormant trace of insignificant warmth. His eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on his face became much more natural. He looked at the wheat and nodded, and followed Hute into the cellar's private cell.

Hut had no idea that so much was happening in this instant, and the only thing he knew was how to use his advantage to attack others. He walked to the edge of the iron cage in a mysterious way, kicked the cage with his calfskin boots, took off the leather black gloves, and threw them to the attendant behind him, he stretched out two fingers and shook them, "Two gold coins, two gold coins can make your closest person betray you." Didn't you ask how your brother was?", his smile was as deceitful as a demon, and Wheat seemed to understand something, squatting and hugging his head, "He, he should have taken two gold coins now, and gone to Alma's most luxurious cave of ecstasy, and lay on the most expensive skilled woman, and enjoy the pleasures that emperors may not necessarily enjoy." ”

"And you!", said Hut, whose eyes were full of indescribable mockery, in a tone of great pity, "but you are slowly rotting in this place where you cannot see the sun. ”

Hute was about to say something, but Les interrupted him very unceremoniously, "Okay Hutt, you get out of the way." He sat between Hute and the iron cage, pondered for a moment, and asked in what he thought was gentle and kind: "Wheat, tell me, is the thing with you, where is it hidden?"

Wheat's eyes and pupils contracted slightly, what a person fears most in despair is darkness, and what he longs for most is hope, but this is always a cold face except for the pleasant face when he pays his pension, and he barely gives him a few smiles, but when he still says this sentence as the most reliable person, the pain of being abandoned like a tear once again spreads in his body. His lips darkened, trembling, and he squeezed out some syllables in a trembling voice, "Daddy...... I really didn't take it, and I can swear to the old fellow that I haven't even seen it! I promise, there's nothing in the carriage but gold. ”

Les's eyes that had just begun to heat up cooled down in a blink of an eye, and there were things hidden in his cold and rational eyes that he hated himself, and he asked softly: "Why do others say yes, but you don't? My child, do you know that those things have stirred up huge waves in Ortrenburg?!", he tried to make his tone less aggressive, and for this reason, he slowed down his speech, like an old man with an old man, and said slowly: " Hand it over, and Huter and I can guarantee your safety, and give you a sum of money that is enough for you to squander for the rest of your life, and then send you to a safe and peaceful place to spend your life in peace and happiness. ”

"I ...... I really don't know!", Wheat tore at her hair in pain, the pain of release, "Enough, enough, I really don't know." ”

The smile on Rice's face gradually stiffened, slowly disappeared, and returned to its previous heart-shaking appearance. He touched his jaw, his old habit, "You know, our approach to traitors. ”

Wheat suddenly pounced in Rice's direction, his hands gripping the iron bar and shaking vigorously, tears mixed with snot and his chin flowed, "I don't know, I don't know anything!"

Maybe it was because his movements were so sudden that Les trembled a little, maybe he had eyes in the back of his head, and he saw Hutt's contemptuous smile, and a wave of anger rose from his chest, burning more and more, and he gritted his teeth and made a gesture.

Several of the disciples looked unbearable, and if you ask about the most serious consequences of criminal law, it may be that organizations such as the Brotherhood, as traitors, are often executed in some kind of religious ritual. But when it comes to cool, then it is undoubtedly the organization of thieves. The thieves' methods of dealing with traitors are so cruel that many people can't think of it.

A hollowed-out copper ball, about half a meter in diameter, was pushed over. They put hot carbon in the copper ball, and the moisture in the cellar was immediately expelled, and it warmed up a lot. The copper ball quickly burned blue and purple, indicating that the temperature was high enough. Under the compulsion of the two big men, Wheat's hands were pressed against the surface of the copper ball.

Proteins are quickly destroyed when exposed to high temperatures, giving off a burnt mushy smell. The body fluids are pulled away with the high temperature, mixed with a small amount of oil and make a sizzling sound at the high temperature, and the fluid quickly transmits the heat to the palm. The dermal tissue begins to necrosis, falls off, and the muscles that have lost their activity become brittle. The two strong men tugged hard, and two palm prints appeared on the copper ball, with many torn white muscle velvet in the palm prints, and the entire palm of the wheat was peeled off a layer of skin.

The wheat that fainted directly was a fluke with a soak of urine, and when he opened his eyes, the strong man had just lifted his pants, and he could still feel the saltiness and commotion in his mouth. The other man was holding a steel brush in his hand, his face was slightly pale, and his eyes were full of pity and luck.

Next, it is the most fatal.

The strong man grabbed Wheat's left wrist, palmed it up, picked up the steel brush and pressed it against his palm, brushing it back and forth several times. Blood poured out in an instant, and the tips of the steel brush were filled with crumbs and blood foam. The wheat twitched violently, and beads of sweat the size of beans covered his body in an instant.

Les turned his back to him, and there was a bite of gnashing of teeth in his voice: "To say, or not to say?!"

Wheat was completely desperate, and his closest people betrayed his brother who had sheltered him from the wind and rain for two gold coins. After the death of his parents, his adoptive father, who was most respected, treated him with the same means as he treated his enemies. And he, saddled with a crime that does not exist at all, is being watched by everyone. In a trance, he laughed miserably, his laughter was as intermittent as if he was about to die, but he didn't want to say a word.

Hutter looked at this cruel criminal law with great interest, and showed a somewhat playful look.

At Rice's signal, the strong man once again pasted Wheat's left hand on the burning and smoking copper ball, and after about ten or twenty seconds, he pulled hard, and another layer of flesh and blood was stuck to the copper ball. He picked up the steel brush and brushed it a few times, and Wheat's left hand had already exposed the white bones, and blood once again surged instantly.

He fainted again.

Hute sneered twice and looked at Rice, "Put away your ridiculous pity, isn't it the older you get, the weaker you get? Not to mention a million gold coins, even a hundred gold coins are enough to make a certain street in Ortlenburg bleed." From now on, listen to me. ”

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This makes up yesterday's, today's evening code. I'll take a break first, and I haven't slept since I got up at 4 a.m., so I can't bear it.