"I haven't been in good shape lately, so Master Harold asked me to come back and rest for a while, and I guess it's going to be a few days."

Pinching his own person, Ziram shook the clothing design manual in his hand casually and handed it to Trisley.

"I was going to send it to you, but I didn't expect you to come back and pick it up yourself."

Smiling and taking the manual, Trisli bent down and gently took the man's right hand.

"Why don't I rest today and accompany you?"

Smiled and shook his head, for the intimacy of women, Qiram was a little absent-minded.

"Thank you, but don't worry, I don't have anything to do, maybe it's good to get a good night's sleep, you go to work, things in the territory matter, the tailor can't do without you."

"Well, if you need help, you can come to the tailor's shop and find me."

Seeing his second spring leave, Zilam let out a long sigh and lay on the table with his arms crossed, his arms lightly stung by the messy beard, making the man realize that he hadn't shaved for a long time.

This raunchy look is like a demon.

After thinking about it, the man still struggled to move his steps, and climbed back into bed with difficulty, not even bothering to take off his clothes and shoes, and buried his head directly in the velvet pillow that Trisli had sewn with her own hands.

"I'm too tired, I'm really tired, my daughters don't go home much, they go out early and return late every day to do their own things, Trisli is also very busy, I should be very busy, too busy, so tired, let's sleep, maybe just sleep......"

For some reason, as soon as I closed my eyes, the face of my ex-wife Mihira appeared in front of me, and unlike the previous indifference, my wife at this time looked apologetic and returned to her previous gentleness.

"Zilam...... Sorry ......"

'Yes, no, up?' ’

In an instant, Ziram opened his bloodshot eyes, anger tearing apart the illusory image of his wife's tenderness.

In a fit of rage, the man kicked the small stool in his hand, smashed the glasses, overturned the low table, and ripped off the bedding.

"More than 10 years! It's been more than 10 years!! I think you've been thinking about it for more than a decade!! If you don't want to, why do you want to drive my daughter and me away!!

Mihira! What are you going to apologize for? Didn't you choose to leave us on your own!? Why bother with my life!! !! !!! I don't want to see you!!!! ”

……

Emerald Collar, Nightblade Killer's underground castle.

Harvey looked horrified at the beautiful girl in the purple dress who followed the butcher's head not far away, and tried to shrink into the shadows of the cell, praying that he would not choose himself.

The chain is a chain and a chain is a >

"Uncle Morris, who is it for today?"

From outside the hallway, the two men could be heard talking, followed by the sound of 'squeaking' wheels turning.

Obviously, the timbre is still full of girlish and cute atmosphere as two years ago, but Harvey feels that this voice is like a curse, full of malice towards life.

If Maurice is the butcher's leader, then the black-haired girl must be a demon.

If demons have a color, it must be purple-black.

"Miss Sheena, it's Harvey's turn, he's looking forward to today's meeting...... It's just that the equipment you made this time is indeed a bit big, and I'm afraid the cell won't fit it. ”

"It's okay, Uncle Morris, just find a place to put it down, ah~ I really can't wait to see Harvey's limbs dismantled at the same time, in order to make the prisoner immortal, I have done a lot of life support work, and I learned a lot of design concepts from Grandpa Heristol, blood transfusion bags, wound sewing machines, flesh carbonization devices, alchemy gel ......"

Hearing the words outside, the man's crotch began to print water stains, and he quickly got wet, and his whole body trembled.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not a problem for Harvey to live for a few hours...... In order to make these scumbags enjoy more pain, I have spent a lot of energy, and I will definitely not let them ...... Harvey, yes, won't let my friend Harvey die too soon. ”

"In this regard, Miss Sheena, there is no doubt that you are a genius, and I am sure that the master will love it."

"Hee-hee, I can't wait to meet Brother Lester and tell him what I think, the dungeons and prisons in the Emerald Territory are still too simple, we should have a more complete and humane place of punishment, so that the hopeless garbage can enjoy the last despair of life...... Beheading and hanging are really sorry for what they did......"

"Woo ......"

Covering his mouth in fear, trying not to make a sound of despair, Harvey still failed.

Because, the man and the demon girl who pushed the torture instrument had already come to his cell.

Compared with two years ago, the purple dress has more blood droplets, chains and jagged black patterns, the girl's tall and huge chest tightens the clothes, creating a sense of tension that is about to come out, the short ear-length hair like ink hangs neatly around the ears, protecting the delicate and beautiful ears, the overly iconic eyebrows and eyes are like the Pandora's box carefully embellished by the Creator, and the beautiful appearance hides a fascinated and desperate evil spirit.

In front of Harvey, who was curled up, the girl bent down and politely waved her fair and slender hand, like a naughty lady.

"You're Harvey, make a friend, Harvey, can you tell me your story?"

"No...... Don't come over ......."

Out of sight, the huge and intricate instruments of torture were faithfully guarded by demons, and the cold-blooded butcher slowly picked up from the cart and placed on the wide floor tiles outside the cell, where the jumble of things such as wooden flails, bone breakers, pulley serrations, etc. was placed.

"Let it go...... Spare me, Miss Sheena, please! Give me a good time! ”

Kneeling on the ground, the man wearing a fear mask kept kowtowing to the girl, begging for forgiveness.

"Nope."

Without hesitation, the girl shook her head in refusal.

"If you do bad things, you will be punished, except for Brother Lester, no one can escape, this is the iron law of the Emerald Collar."

"Miss Sheena! Isn't it punishment if I die!? ”

"No, death without pain is a gift to goodness, think about it, how can a hopeless scum be eligible for a gift?"

"Uncle Morris, please, my friend Harvey seems to be a little disobedient."

"Leave it to me, Miss Sheena, this is ......"

"It's a neck, Uncle Morris, and you have to tighten the lock and put the wire in the leather buckle."

"Got it......"

"You devil!! Yes! What are you doing!! Let me go!!! ”

"Your story Uncle Morris has already told me, so it's okay if you don't tell it, let's start directly~"

Soon, under the numb and empty gaze of the few death row prisoners left in the dungeon, Harvey's body was perfectly stripped and brutally [healed].

The half-dead man struggled in vain, wheezing violently.

"Ahh!!hh You devil! Kill me! Kill me!! ”chaptere