The bright torture chamber didn't look like a place where dirt and dirt were hidden, and human life was disregarded, and the curing lighting technique lit up almost all parts of the room, leaving little shadow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A nobleman was tied to a cross, his clothes stripped naked, his face was pale and blue, his lips were purple and cracked, and he was trembling. In his own voice, he muttered words of a strong religious nature, such as demons and devils.

His body was covered with all kinds of scars, and it was hard to believe that these scars could appear on a certain person's body. But he is not facing ordinary interrogators, but perverts like Hugo. As soon as Empress Pars's special order was issued, the Privy Council had no power to interfere with the interrogation, and they played at most a surveillance role. But once the power of oversight was lost, the Privy Council was reluctant to keep pace with the matter.

If those nobles came out and knew that the Privy Council was also involved, they would inevitably be angry with the Privy Council. The old men in the Privy Council, who were not fuel-efficient lamps, immediately withdrew their hands and demanded only that they be notified when there was a result.

Without restrictions, Hugo was free to use all his strengths, but the first opponent he met was a very difficult person. Some of the punishments inflicted on this guy, if they were used on other people, they would have already confessed, and even what you say is what he is. But here, the aristocratic gentleman is clearly not so cooperative.

He admitted other things, but the crime of treason is not a trivial matter, once it is confirmed, it means death, and even the death order is useless.

Hugo walked up to the nobleman with a small axe, and he crouched down. The nobleman struggled, he didn't know what the pervert Hugo was going to do, but it was obviously not a good thing.

The small axe in Hugo's hand was custom-made, with a small hole in the front of the axe's edge, which could be fastened into several hooks on the base of the execution rack. He snapped the nobleman's big toe out, pressed it against the axe, and with a slight press, the blade sank into the flesh, and blood could be seen slowly spilling out. Hugo looked up at this hard-nosed fellow, the aristocracy in psychological warfare was extremely tough, and now he could only use the most primitive methods to break him down by torturing his body.

"Look, there's one thing missing from you as soon as I tap it. Are you still unwilling to explain your plans and actions for a premeditated rebellion?", Hugo's palm pressed, and a sharp sting pain made the nobleman's body tremble. His face was covered with sweat, and his body was even more greasy and greasy, but he clenched his teeth, a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he still refused to speak.

Hugo shrugged his shoulders, "You brought it on yourself." As he spoke, he gripped the handle of the axe and pressed it downward, and with a clatter, the big toe was cut off, and the toe popped out and rolled on the ground. Hugo walked over and stomped on it with all his might, crushing it, leaving only a small piece of fleshy bone.

The nobleman trembled in pain, but he still refused to admit a word of his words.

He stared at Hugo viciously, like an old wolf who had been hungry for many days in the wilderness, his eyes were cruel and bloodthirsty, and his hatred was as bright as the stars, "You will be punished, my family will not let you go, the scars and pain left on me today will reappear in you one day, I swear!"

Hugo stood up, and in the face of the nobleman's cruel gaze, he raised his eyebrows indifferently, he took out a knife from his pocket, and under the gaze of the nobleman, he cut an inch-long cut in his arm, and blood immediately poured out of the cut flesh. He stared into the nobleman's eyes, raised his arm, bit down on the wound, and sucked hard.

Faced with Hugo, who was like a nervous disorder, the strong nobleman suddenly had no desire to continue talking. It was clear that the executioner's mind did not seem to be in his right mind. He felt very pathetic that he had not done anything before, and he was also caught and subjected to such inhuman torture. The intense pain from the fresh wound on his foot continued to torment his nerves, and he gritted his teeth, his temples bulging, and finally chose to close his eyes.

He believed that neither Wren nor the psychotic in front of him would dare to kill him, especially if he did not confess his guilt. The Privy Council, the House of Elders, and the Imperial Diet are all going to fall apart, and all he has to do now is keep his mouth shut and wait.

In the confusion, the aristocratic gentleman did not know how long it had been, and the smell of food woke him up from the confusion. He looked at Hugo, who was munching on a piece of meat, with a look of covetousness. He hadn't eaten in two days, and the neurotic disease in front of him would give him a paltry amount of fluids, and he would be fed some hard-to-swallow wheat porridge with sand and gravel every day.

Even the kind of wheat kernel porridge that makes people feel disgusting when they look at it more than once, there are only two or three bites. He was hungry, but he knew he couldn't speak. Once he speaks, his sanity and perseverance will crumble, and he will say a lot of things that should not be said and admit many things that cannot be admitted for comfort and enjoyment. He licked his dry, cracked lips and cried out in a hoarse voice, "I'm thirsty." ”

Hugo glanced up at him, picked up a small jar from the floor beside the table, got a little water, and walked to the nobleman's side. He grinned suddenly, and placed the jar on the nobleman's head, dripping it little by little. Qing Shui passed through the hair that had not been washed for more than two days, curled the dandruff soaked with oil and sweat beads, and also scraped a layer of oily sweat, sliding down his forehead, eyebrow bones, and the bridge of his nose. The nobleman immediately stuck out his tongue and licked it at the edge of his mouth.

Every drop of water was precious to him, he couldn't care about the disgusting taste anymore, he just wanted to drink some water, that's all.

Hugo couldn't help laughing at his antics when he saw him, laughed and laughed at his belt that he had untied with his other hand, took a few steps back and took out his little brother, and urinated on the nobleman. The yellow-orange-orange liquid slammed into the nobleman's face with a heavy smell, and the nobleman closed his eyes and mouth tightly, trying to purse his lips upwards as hard as he could, trying to block his nostrils. Unfortunately, his lips were not as thick or as long as he thought.

The hot urine constantly attacked the aristocrat's self-esteem and psychological defenses, and he wanted to go crazy, but he was about to collapse.

It was at this time that the door to the execution chamber was opened. Hugo's movements were interrupted by footsteps, and he shoved his little brother back and looked at the door. He was a little curious, who was coming? Wren? Probably not, after all, he hadn't asked anything yet. Is it someone else?

The person who came in was none other than Ganwen.

Ganwen stood in the doorway and hesitated, he pulled out a handkerchief to cover his nose, frowned and stepped into the room in hesitation. He glanced at Hugo first, his gaze did not linger in the slightest, such a little person was not worth his time to waste his attention. He walked up to the execution post and looked at the councillor, and a hint of anger immediately rose in his heart. He is also an aristocrat, and there may be a lot of filth and struggle between the nobles, but in front of the class, each should maintain the dignity of the aristocratic class.

It is clear that this gentleman has been subjected to inhuman torture and treatment during this time.

Wren also walked in at this time, such a scene could no longer allow him to have any external performance, he stood beside Ganwen with an indifferent face, looked at the guy on the execution post, and chuckled, "Respect Earl Helianm, you haven't suffered anything in the past few days, right?", he opened his eyes and said nonsense, even Ganwen couldn't stand it.

"Thanks to you, eat and sleep well, and I washed my face just now. Helim was still as tough as before, and his tone was full of mockery and hatred.

Wren looked down, and the urine mixed with red blood stains still smelled. He smiled, "That's good, I've always told my men that they should be treated with due respect and decency to the nobles, and it seems that my men are doing a good job." As he spoke, he turned to look at Hugo, who was full of red light, and patted him on the shoulder, "Did our husband say anything?"

Hugo shook his head, "He refused to cooperate with our investigation. ”

"That's what's wrong with you!", Wren looked at Helenm, "As a department set up by Empress Pars herself, you should respect the Empire's constitution and explain some things clearly. Fighting does not mean courage, it only proves your stupidity!"

Helian spat bloodshot and angry saliva at Wren, who tilted his head slightly and dodged.

His eyes immediately changed, becoming a little palpitating, and the aura on his body began to become cold, "Mr. Helianm, please respect me and my identity, I will be very troubled if you do this." As soon as Wren raised his hand, his palm up, Hugo immediately turned around and took a hand axe from the shelf on the side and put it in Wren's palm. Wren flicked the axe in his hand, and the very sharp edge of the blade flashed with a faint cold light. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the axe and raised it violently, slamming it Helim's shoulder.

This scene came so quickly that Gan Wen didn't have time to stop it. In fact, he also had the idea of making Wren make a fool of himself and see his jokes. It's just that he didn't expect Wren to be more tyrannical than he imagined.

With a click, Helim's shoulder immediately sank, and his bones were shattered. Wren did not use the blade, but the back of the axe, the other side like a hammer.

The entire execution chamber immediately remembered Helim's particularly terrible screams, and his facial features were twisted together, as if even tears were flowing from him.

In the face of Ganwen's angry glare, Wren spread his hands unconcernedly, "I'm just teaching him how to respect me and my identity." ”