Moments later, Richard and Quicksand returned to the forward base. Now that Richard had figured out his idea, he had prioritized his next move, starting with getting information, including information about the Baron and the surrounding area. The second is to strengthen the combat effectiveness of everyone, and the last is to solve the problem of recruiting troops in their own plane.

When Richard returned to the base, all the people who had been injured by the power of the contract rushed back to the base, relieved to see that Richard was safe and sound. So Richard reassigned the task, this time it was Gonde, Splash and Orar who went to scout the terrain, and the ogre, who had woken up, helped the foot knights clean up the battlefield and repair their equipment. Tiramisu needed to demonstrate his magical abilities, and he had to copy a large number of linguistic scrolls.

Solving the language problem is the first step in taking root in the heterotopic plane.

Due to the unsatisfactory progress of the elf Oral's interrogation, Richard decided to interrogate the captives himself, with quicksand as an aid, in case Richard accidentally killed the captives.

Oral had already asked something, but his approach was too gentle, so he was stuck at some key points. For example, how many subordinate jazzes the baron, how many troops there are, what the original follow-up plan is, the terrain and power distribution map of the barony's territory, etc., the elves get some contradictory arguments that do not stand up to scrutiny.

The growing sense of crisis that hung over his heart had made Richard completely impatient.

At a time like this, with every hour that passed, the danger could multiply, maybe the baron's army was already on its way, and even the god who issued the oracle might have given a new order, how could he let these captives waste precious time?

When Richard stepped into the small but well-equipped interrogation room of the base in a gloomy haze, the two prisoners who could withstand the punishment inexplicably shivered at the same time, and it seemed that the light in the room also dimmed with Richard's entry.

The two captives were covered in wounds, but their injuries were not serious. They are all in their thirties, strong-willed, strong-bodied, and have good strength, and the fifth-level warrior level is a guarantee that they will survive. Their eyes are sharp, and at first glance they are experienced veterans.

Richard glanced at them a few times and knew that such people were relatively difficult to deal with, but they were not incomprehensible. There are only two kinds of people who can't be solved by torture, and that is those who have fanatical beliefs or those who want to protect whatever they want.

At the same time, the veterans were watching Richard. When I saw Richard's expressionless calm face and a pair of slender, delicate and steady hands, I couldn't help but look different. And when he saw Quicksand coming in after him, the two veterans who had successfully teased the elven poet finally changed color completely.

Richard quickly examined the tools at hand, and then examined the injuries of the two veterans, and his movements were skilful. This set of techniques, he has practiced in Naya's back kitchen I don't know how many times, and he doesn't even need to think about anything, he can perform it accurately, this is one of the most authentic techniques in the dark world.

From the moment he walked into the interrogation room, Richard did not say anything, but went about his business in silence. The two veterans shuddered.

"Hey, hey, boy, what do you want to do?" cried out as Richard finally couldn't hold back his fear as he hung the chain to an old soldier.

Whether the veteran was yelling, intimidating, or tempting to confess the facts, Richard turned a deaf ear, just hoisted him up and picked up his tools.

"Ah!!, I curse you, heretic at the stake!" the old soldier's terrible cry penetrated through the interrogation room and spread far away.

No matter how loud the volume in his ears is, Richard's movements are consistently fast and steady, never pausing. Clean tools quickly stained flesh and blood before being left behind, and quicksand began to heal minor injuries. In five minutes, Richard had used all of his tools, and quicksand had been treated with seven minor injuries in a row. The veteran hanging in the air no longer had the strength to roar, and could only roll a muffled ** out of his throat.

"It's time for the next one. These were the first things Richard said when he entered the interrogation room.

"No, don't touch me, I say, whatever you want to know, I'll tell you...... Ah!!" The first veteran was lowered, and the second was hoisted. Richard didn't even intend to stop to listen to what he was about to say, but began to repeat what he had done at a constant rate.

Another five minutes, the tool was used a second time, and quicksand was treated with six minor injuries and a more effective healing.

The two veterans were put back in their place, still covered in bruises, and they seemed to be the same as they had been ten minutes ago, but the unruliness in their eyes had completely disappeared.

With a bang, Richard threw the blood-stained tool into the bucket filled with cold water, washed his hands by the way, and then sat down in front of the two veterans, and asked lightly, "Now, what do you want to tell me?" Oh, and besides, let me remind you that the priest only used one-third of his mana. ”

After a few minutes, Richard knew what he wanted to know. He broke up the question again and repeated the questioning several times to confirm that the two veterans were not lying. In the process, both veterans fainted several times and were woken up by the ice water. Richard wouldn't let them stupe, there was no need to use refreshing spells, and ice water worked best on such occasions, especially when the whole body was shrouded in damp and biting cold, and the water that was constantly dripping from the tips of the hair and the water that was crawling down the back was the best sobering agent.

After confirming that they couldn't ask anything more, Richard and Quicksand glanced at each other, both sensing the hidden worry in each other's eyes.

It has been confirmed that this is indeed a secondary plane with high-level force. The place where the advance base is located is the territory of the Principality of White Rock, which has a complex terrain, mostly mountains and forests, and there is a river more than ten kilometers away, and after leaving the mountains, it is a rich alluvial plain. At the bend of the river is the castle and port city of Baron Fosa. Sir Gojo was one of the five knights under Baron Forsa.

With abundant rain and fertile land, advanced farming techniques, and abundant food, this plane naturally thrives a large population. Excluding mountains and forests, the territory of Fosa is only a few hundred square kilometers for human settlement, but it has a population of nearly 200,000. Corresponding to his large population, Baron Fossa retained a standing army of more than 1,000 men and dozens of knights. According to the tradition of this plane, those who achieved the title of knighthood by personal strength and merit were called knights, and they were given a small manor as a fief. A civilian-born warrior can only become a knight if he has reached the tenth level of martial arts.

Baron Fosa, who is already over fifty years old, only has an eighth-level combat power in his own right, but this does not help to change the predicament that Richard is currently facing. The Baron also had five knights, dozens of knights, and a thousand professional warriors, enough to overwhelm his small contingent of less than twenty men.

In addition, since the baron was a field nobleman with a large enough territory, he was able to build an army twice as large as the standing army in times of emergency, by calling up retired veterans, freemen, mercenaries, and young men with certain training. However, the baron's standing army is full of elite non-commissioned officers with a rank of about five levels, with a total of less than two hundred people, and the rest are soldiers below level five.