Townsend untied the strips of cloth from the other party's eyes and removed the wooden stick that was gagged, giving the unlucky two the ability to accept information and express themselves.

Then, amid the chatter and threats of the other party, he meticulously prepared the rudimentary workbench, and with a nonchalant expression he took out daggers, steel needles, iron tongs, handsaws, and other strange things, which he placed neatly on the countertop, like a soldier waiting to be reviewed.

From his actions to his demeanor, Townsend is exactly the same as the psychopathic killer in the documentary.

In the process, the religious man stopped, his face was pale, cold sweat was rolling, and his eyes were shocked and puzzled.

After rejoicing in his memory, Townsend picked up a branch, measured the length of the opponent's facial features very attentively and professionally, and drew horizontal and vertical marks on the opponent's face with charcoal, then he took two steps back, looked at the target with a cold gaze for a while, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, Townsend placed a basin that was apparently used to hold liquids at the other man's feet.

Towngson's meticulousness and rigor have been sublimated to the realm of an artist. Even a pig knew what he was going to do, so in the process, the religious person gritted his teeth, his throat rattled, and his face changed strangely to red.

The more fearful the target's performance, the calmer Townsend became. He began to sharpen his knife, and he used this hoarse and mechanical voice to squeeze out the other party's tears. In the end, Townsend tied him to the wooden frame with the word "Tian", and found that the other party had become a mess.

The religious person's body was trembling violently, and tears had begun to surge.

Townsend knew that the atmosphere of terror had almost been cultivated, so he picked up the dagger, stuck out his tongue and licked it. The smell of iron was mixed with the smell of blood, and Townsend scolded in his heart: "Your uncle, cut your tongue!"

However, seeing Townsend cruelly with enjoyment, a look of yearning in the cold, and the red mark overflowing from the corner of his mouth, the religious man finally had an epiphany, so he began to pray for himself with infinite solemnity.

Unlike the previous inquiries and threats, the religious man now chanted fixed phrases, which he must have remembered so well that the whole man slowly stabilized in tears and weeping—how this man had been before, Townsend did not know, but now, a fool could see that he was sincere.

"This grandson has finally opened his mind!"

Townsend certainly doesn't say what he thinks, on the contrary, he has a little contempt on his face, which is crucial, because the most unbearable thing for a non-religious person is, of course, death at the hands of a psychopathic killer, and the most unbearable thing for a true person of faith is the trampling of faith.

Unable to grasp the true degree of faith in the target's heart, Townsend gave him a double share.

At present, the vast majority of people will choose to fight, and they will not be informal. Even if you can't win the fight, even if you can't escape, it's okay to take advantage of it -- as the predecessors have concluded, this is called spiritual victory. Therefore, under the obvious stimulation of Townsend, the prayers of religious people suddenly became louder and clearer, and they were accompanied by fearless expressions.

However, for Imperial intelligence officers, any emotions and emotions of the subject can be exploited, especially confrontational psychology.

"Do you know what a genius is? He's right in front of you. Townsend praised in his heart, yes, this is exactly what he is trying to achieve!

Next is a lively on-site teaching, and what is even more rare is that he has the teaching materials in his hands.

The sneer on Townsend's face became obvious, he put down the "butcher's knife", picked up the religious book that was set aside, opened it, tore off the first page of the text, and dangled it in front of the other party's eyes with a wooden stick. Naturally, the other party began to read aloud aloud with grief and indignation. In just one run, Townsend learns eleven completely new words, as well as a complete sentence that he couldn't determine before.

With a rude gesture to cheer on the other party (and learn it secretly, of course), Townsend tore off the second page......

By the time the other party was exhausted, what Townsend had learned was already breaking his head, so he ended the course with a "rage-deflated" punch. He put the other man down and threw him some dry food and water so that he would not collapse unexpectedly. During this time, Townsend began to use phrases, usually no more than two words, to appear cold and tough while being able to solicit other words from the other person's feedback.

Unbeknownst to the other party, Townsend set up a curriculum for religious people, and strictly followed it.

Classes start for one hour in the morning, two hours after lunch, and another hour after dinner when they move to camp. Three times a day, repeatedly, and with occasional punches and kicks, Townsend mastered the rhythm completely, and he portrayed himself as an extremely perverted demon, but also convinced that he could knock him down on faith.

Even in Townsend's unprovoked violence, the other party would laugh generously, like a smug man.

In return, Townsend let him enjoy half a month of mental victory. In that time, Townsend had mastered hundreds of phrases and could not only speak, but also write and read. All the results learned have been rigorously corroborated - the first thing that Townsend confirmed was the account of the unlucky one, and I have to say, it was really a bad scumbag show-off account.

The unlucky guy is a broken house, and after losing the ancestral property, he began to steal and deceive, and the ancestral food and laziness are coupled with the bad environment of the day after tomorrow, and the unlucky egg can be said to be evil. Soon, he became infamous, and finally cheated the army out of a settling-in fee, but took his ancestor's treasure map to the neighborhood to try his luck, a feat he recorded with great pride.

This also explains the origin of the armor and weapons, which were supposed to report to a neighboring city-state and participate in a war.

In the chronicles of the unlucky guys, there are three organizations that are cursed by the night, which are clearly the Church of Radiance, the Guild of Miracle Masters and the Council of Dawn, and Townsend analyzes that this should be an organization that has a great impact on the life of the unlucky guy. The Radiance of it taught him to already know something, after all, he kidnapped the Unlucky Two. But he didn't know the latter two at all, but he was already vigilant in his heart.

Miraculously, the local pronunciation of the unlucky guy's name is almost exactly the same as Townsend's, which is very suitable for emergency use in times of crisis, at least it does not put psychological pressure on Townsend. So Townsend especially copied his handwriting, in addition to doing bad things, this kind of delicate font is the unlucky guy's best skill.

Every five days, Townsend would disguise himself in a nearby town to verify his learning. After two or three times, he was pleased to find that the language he had learned was enough to cope with everyday life, and it was not a problem to buy and sell goods in the market, and he even got a discount for his elegant conversation.

For Townsend, who is new to another world and lonely, this can be regarded as seeing the dawn of life!

Because he could understand the gossip of others, and because he was able to receive messages from far away, he was currently in a small duchy called "Jashu", part of a power called the "Andorran League", but the state was not very strong, with a total of four city-states, including the capital.

The city-states vary in size, strength, and strength, and are confusingly called, such as where Townsend is currently located, some people call it Kenta City, and some people call it Kenta Province...... These messages are perfectly understandable to Townsen, for in the transition from feudalism to centralization, similar chaos was everywhere.

However, some things are not easy to understand, such as the beginning of preparations for the annual celebration of the Church of Radiance, the end of a new round of selection of the Knights of the Twelve Apostles, the expansion of the rebellion in the neighboring Duchy of Langston, the declaration of non-involvement of the Anomalous Guild, the resentment of the Rays in the east of the continent, the joint pirates cut off the ocean routes, the tsunami disaster in Oceania at the beginning of the year, the Green Alliance's matchsticks refused to export any more food, and at the beginning of the year, on the border of the Principality of Yaxiu, a Paranormal and the Apostolic Knights had a fight, and the Apostolic Knights were defeated and corpses were scattered all over the field......

"Really, you have to believe me, I saw it with my own eyes!" The coachman in the tavern had filled up the bad wine, and held his hands high in the shape of a convulsion: "With a wave of his hand, the Apostle Knights were torn apart, like a sausage, blood was spilled all over the sky, and they were cleaned for a day and a night afterwards!"