Walking through the shadowless stairs and doorways, the room was pitch black, and the only sound of water dripping into the ceiling could be heard in my ears, and something seemed to have frozen in the turbid air.

There was only one candle in the pitch-black cell, and the faint light of the fire flickered slightly. Ludwig Dorian's face was half exposed in the light of the fire, and he still had a smile on his face, and a pair of eyes that could breathe but not blink.

In the cold eyes, a young girl tied to a cross was reflected, her limbs and neck were locked by cold shackles and chains, and her thin body was already covered with bruises - cheeks, torso, limbs...... Blood and bruises tore her clothes so torn that she couldn't even see what they were, and her yellow hair hung down on the sides of her cheeks, completely obscuring her face.

Probably because she had just been splashed with ice water, the girl on the cross was trembling incessantly, tattered, and her wet clothes clinging to her body, and even her limbs could be seen twitching.

"We've wasted too much time here, what do you say, dear Miss Orvina?" said Ludwig softly in a tone of utter tenderness, more like a conversation to his lover, "if I may, there is no attempt to hurt you, but I must tell you something." ”

But the girl on the cross still had no intention of answering him, and looked up silently, her lips still trembling under the bruises on her cheeks, and her godless eyes stared at the only light in the whole room, as if she had seen something. Motionless.

"Why did you warriors of the barbarian tribes of Hantu come to Turin to kill someone, or were you hired by someone else?" Although he did not receive an answer, Ludwig kept asking, "Who helped you hide your identity and financed your weapons and poisons?" And lure you to assassinate the Duke of Berion?"

"Revenge, or simply for money - a good warrior like you can't just do it for money, or who has the capital to hire you, and maybe you can solve this puzzle for me. ”

The girl still didn't say a word, just stared at the faint light of fire from beginning to end, her eyes didn't even mean to leave for a moment, she didn't move, she didn't even think of turning her head.

"It's almost okay, but the patience in the next place is very limited!"

It's just a matter of moments. Ludwig's ghostly figure disappeared from the candlelight, and the next moment, the right hand like an iron tong had already grabbed Orweina's throat, and the sound of air twitching came from her throat, and her eyes, which had been a little distracted just now, lost color little by little, and slowly turned upwards.

Suddenly let go of the palm of her hand, and the girl's chest, who suddenly regained her breath, rose and fell violently, gasping for breath. Then he fell into silence again, not saying a word.

"Ah...... I see. You think that if you keep silent like this, we're going to get angry and kill you - naïve. Ludwig's face didn't even have a hint of anger, but was more pleasant: "I'd like to know how long you can hold out." ”

"At the Brotherhood of Blood Banners, we have many ways to deal with our enemies. And now it's only the easiest - I'm sure a brave man like you would not be afraid of death, but what about pain, hallucinations, or some kind of ...... Blasphemy in the way too. How long can you hold out?"

"Guess when, when would you betray yourself—when all your teeth and nails were plucked out, when all your bones were broken, or when you were defiled to the point of being completely defiled? ”

"So, are you ready?" Ludwig's expression was once again excited: "Maybe you still have some delusions in your mind, thinking that someone will come to save you?" Then let me tell you another fact - this is the stronghold of the Blood Banner Brotherhood, a powerful organization, and our power is spread throughout Turin, and we can see your every move!"

"Don't let us go any further. Ludwig, who turned to walk out of the door, snapped his fingers slightly, the door of the room was pushed open, and several guys with tools walked in, and Orweina, who had been silent, trembled visibly, but still clenched her teeth and refused to say a word.

"Well received our dear Miss Orwella. With that, the smiling Ludwig sat back in his chair, put his hands in front of him, and even brought a cup of mint tea, like an audience waiting for the play to begin.

Although he is the only audience for this drama, there is only one actor.

twisted, shattered, whipped, beaten, burned, screamed, struggled, wailed, pained...... In the cramped, dark and damp cell, the creepy voice continued to echo, piercing everyone's eardrums again and again, but in exchange for Ludwig's still calm and natural smile.

It's really unimaginable that such a small body can burst out with such a strong vitality...... Ludwig doesn't remember exactly how long it was, but it is certain that the maiden on the cross opposite must have just lived a full century.

There was no intact place on her body, and the bloody Orweina was already dying, if it weren't for the tight chains on her limbs, she would have collapsed to the ground, and only a slight gasp could be heard in her hoarse throat, a basin of ice water was splashed on her body, her spasmodic delicate body twitched violently, and there was only an extremely frightened expression on her cheeks that turned back, and her consciousness, which was already cloudy, suddenly returned to the cruel cell.

At this moment, Orweina, who lowered her head, smelled a trace of fragrance from the tip of her nose, and her expression had a look of confusion in her struggling and swollen eyes, and a bowl of warm soup was placed in front of her.

"Drink a little, you must be tired by now. Ludwig had a gentle smile on his face: "Cheese and mushroom soup - this is your favorite food, don't you want to try it?"

But this gentle voice was exchanged for the girl's frightened expression, an expression that had not even appeared in the face of torture, but it was at this time that Ludwig's eyes were displayed for the first time.

"As you point out, the Blood Banner Brotherhood can do anything, whether you're willing to open your mouth or let us waste our time, we'll know if we want to. Ludwig sighed softly, and then asked in a very curious tone, "Can you tell me, little master Renault...... Who the hell is it?"

Seeing Ottina's almost panicked look, Ludwig finally smiled proudly: "I think we should have a lot to talk about, what do you say, Miss Ottina?"

The door to the room opened again, and Edward walked in in a humble robe, with only his broken hair visible under the hood, but Ludwig still recognized who had entered.

"It's done well, it looks like it's been a success. Glancing at the unharmed girl on the cross: "I didn't expect you to know this method." ”

"A small psychological suggestion is just a means to not enter the stream. Ludwig smiled modestly, "Without Miss Angela's psychedelic potion, I am afraid that I would not be able to do as much as any executioner." ”

However, the little maid on the side did not seem to appreciate it, but only showed a smug face and tugged at the corner of Edward's clothes, as if she was a child waiting for compliments and candy rewards.

"What are you talking about?!" Orweina, who suddenly woke up, spoke for the first time. With a shocked expression, he found that his body, which should have been scarred, didn't even have a single wound.

"It's very simple, we make you think you're going to endure some horrible torture, and then in reality you say whatever we ask you to do - it's complicated, of course, but it looks successful. Edward smiled and patted Angela, the little maid, on the proud little head behind him.

"So, can you talk to us now?" (To be continued......)

PS: THANK YOU FOR THE TIPS OF QIMOJUN AND ARCHRUS, AS WELL AS ALL THE BOOK FRIENDS FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT, SO FINALLY, ......

Ask for a subscription.,I want to cry when I subscribe to the bleak emptiness.,Is it because the plot hasn't been good enough recently.,Or is it because the empty writing has declined?

As for the cool points and laughs...... First of all, it's hard to understand what is cool, but I'll try to strengthen it...... Kongkong is not a god like Zhang Xiaohua, I am better at language and humor and complaining regardless of the occasion, but this book is obviously inappropriate, darkness and depression are the main theme of this book, just like the main theme of the once glorious banner was Guang Weizheng.