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The dungeon is still the same dungeon, the prisoners are still the prisoners, and the interrogators are still the interrogators.

It's just that it seems to have changed.

The lack of magic lamps in the dungeon is a common problem among the interrogators of the Intelligence Service, as if the soft, steady light is not conducive to the despair of the prisoners and the secrets that the kingdom needs.

The light of the fire in the brazier made the light and shadow on the faces of everyone in the dungeon flicker and flicker, blurring a person up close, and blurring it from a distance.

Scarface spat on the ground and handed the whip to a junior interrogator, while behind him, Flando, dressed in a new outfit, hung her head, her clothes showing blood over time.

Flando's hateful gaze looked at Scarface, who was already sitting on a low bench, but didn't make a sound, knowing that the humans in the dungeon wouldn't give her any response.

Something has changed in the dungeon since the human king, the subject of her assassination, came a week ago.

The human beings, who had inflicted various punishments for the first few days, had become less varied since that day.

Flogging, flogging, or flogging.

Without the cruel punishments that even on the dark side of the Night Elves had never heard of, all that remained was three lashes per day that each Night Elf could not shake.

In addition, the humans in the dungeon were no longer excited, angry, or threatening to ask them for information about the Night Elf race, as well as information about magic.

Aside from the daily whipping of the fifteen surviving Night Elves in the dungeon, the human interrogators did nothing else, and it seemed that their daily task was to whip them three times.

Flandor was puzzled, and decided in her mind that it was a conspiracy.

At this time, after barely supporting her body and energy to look at the compatriots who could reach the place beforehand, Flandor, who lowered her head, looked at the brand-new clothes that already had some stains on her body, and couldn't help but be a little silent.

Four days ago, three days after the Night Elves had lived in such regular punishments, the human king had returned to the dungeon.

With the arrival of Giggs, the human interrogators all left the dungeon without saying a word, and when they went up, there was another noisy sound of footsteps at the staircase of the dungeon.

A group of soldiers in black armor carried large boxes and barrels to the dungeon, and the boxes and barrels were neatly placed on the damp floor of the dungeon, and when all the items had been removed, the soldiers bowed respectfully to Giggs and left the dungeon like the interrogators.

"Crunch~"

The dungeon's metal door made a screeching sound, followed by a loud bang, making the dungeon temporarily isolated from the outside world.

Giggs stood there and watched for a moment, and Flandall couldn't help but think carefully, "Ten minutes? or twenty minutes?"

Anyway, after pausing for a while, he finally made a move. ”

Thinking of this, Flandor always felt uncomfortable, twisted her body, and fell into memories again.

The sound of the water caught the attention of the spirited Night Elves, and Flandor could see Giggs walking towards her with a barrel.

The barrel was placed lightly a meter in front of Flando, and Flandor noticed that there seemed to be another piece in the barrel, a towel?

While she was still thinking, Giggs had already come to her side, and began to undo her dirty and unsightly clothes, bloodstains, dust, and other things with her hands, so that the clothes that were originally made were no longer as beautiful as they had been, and could even be said to be ugly.

"What do you want to do?"

With her ankles firmly held to the stone pillar by oil-soaked ropes, and her hands were also raised high and tied together, all Flandor could do in the face of Giggs's movements was to ask verbally, even if her tone was as serious as possible.

But she still didn't get a response, like all the humans in the dungeon for the past three days, there were no words, and even gave her an illusion in her mind that humans couldn't speak.

"Hiss~"

The clothes that had been glued to the wound were peeled away by Giggs, and in addition to the cold irritation of the skin exposed to the air, the pain at the wound made Flando's pretty face contort a little.

In a few moments, Flandor was exposed to Giggs like a naked lamb, and the clothes on Flando's body, including the purple stockings on her two jade legs, were casually discarded on the ground to the side.

Giggs was not attracted by the scene, not to mention his own purpose, just the blood stains and wounds all over Flando's body, and the unkempt body that had not been cleaned for a long time, Giggs could not think of anything that could excite him.

Well, even the two not-so-large lumps of flesh on Flando's chest are indeed very firm.

Wringing the towel out of the way, Giggs began to gently wipe Flando's face.

When Flandor felt the warm towel carefully washing the dust off her face, her body couldn't help but tremble, and some of the words that had been spit out from time to time also paused.

The face, neck, collarbones, chest, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, jade feet, back, buttocks, and the mystery of the grass.

When Giggs stopped and threw the towel into the barrel, there was only half a bucket left that was full of water, and the color was unusually cloudy.

Giggs took out a dress that he had ordered the tailor to make, and it was very ordinary, except that there were many buttons of the same color on the sleeves, trouser legs, and sides of the garment.

The whole dress was not so much put on, but Giggs began to button it after sticking it to Flando's body, and as for the reason, you can see that Flando's legs and hands are still tied to the stone pillar.

Aside from such clothes, Giggs couldn't afford to dress Flandor without untying the rope.

After dressing Flando, Giggs picked up a bucket of water again and did what he had done to the second Night Elf tied to the stone pillar.

Even if Giggs was very fast, two hours had passed after cleaning the bodies of the fifteen Night Elves, and Giggs opened a slightly smaller box, reached out and probed, and found that it was still warm, so he carried the box to Flandor.

A spoonful of fine rice porridge was placed in front of Flando, and Flandor, who had stopped making a noise since Giggs had washed her body just now, looked at the bowl in Giggs's hand, and then looked at Giggs's face.

Slightly opened his lips~ (To be continued.) )