When Fezak opened his eyes again, he saw Siegel sitting across from him. The young man was looking at him with curiosity, as if he were a benefactor looking at the beautiful woman, which gave him goosebumps. He tried to move, but found that he could not exert his strength or feel his fingers and toes. A thick, long rope tied Fezak firmly, but he could still speak, though he was not covered with a rag.

"Don't shout. Siegel said, "I don't think you're stupid that way. ”

"I'm in your hands. Fezak nodded, then looked into the captive's eyes and said, "What do you want, say it." But tell me first, can I still live?"

"Maybe. Siegel said, "It depends on whether you cooperate or not." ”

The one-eyed man nodded again. He saw the familiar furnishings around him and knew he was lying in the warehouse of the grocery store. It is full of all kinds of goods, and the walls are thicker than other places to protect them from rain and snow. It's a great place to interrogate and kill mouths, because pliers, files, and hammers can be found nearby, and you don't have to worry about being heard. There are also plenty of boxes and sacks, so it's easy to put a body in. I'm barely old enough to fit in a pocket, Fezak thought to himself.

"Tell me who you are. Siegel asked, "Tell me the truth." ”

"I'm Fezak Earnest and I've always been honest. The old man smiled: "I am from Deep Water City, and I was taken prisoner and enslaved in the Battle of the Great River. Are you satisfied with such an answer?"

Siegel shook his head: "You're lying. Why weren't you poisoned?"

Because I had been trained in poison tolerance, it was a painful memory, the old man thought to himself. All kinds of poisons, such as vomiting, diarrhea, fever, nonsense, and life-threatening, have never been heard of paralyzing people from the neck down. "God bless, I want this old immortal to live a little longer. How did I get poisoned?"

"You shouldn't rummage through my stuff and try to take away my identification. "You should also get rid of the habit of biting things with your teeth," Siegel said.

"It's old, I can't change it. Fezak shook his head: "Do I still have a chance to change? If I had to choose again, I would stay away from Makabuta, maybe it would be a good idea to go to the Southern Lords Alliance." Plenty of sunshine, rich farmland, and women with big butts. It's too late to say anything now, in the orc's grocery store, like a stupid broken doll, you can't even scratch your nose. ”

"You know, I didn't want to kill you. Siegel pulled out his dragon's tooth dagger and fumbled with it in his hand.

"I didn't want to ask other people's thoughts for a long time, too many lies and cover-ups. Fezak said, "You have a good dagger, do you know where to pierce it?"

Siegel tapped Fezak's neck, heart, and navel with a dagger, and then said, "What do you suggest?"

"Heart, clean and clean, die a happy death. ”

"You don't deserve to die here like this. "In a city that smells like this. ”

"Where else? I was looking for a comfortable place, but then I thought it had been burned down in the Battle of the Great River. Fezak sighed: "What are you waiting for? the money is under the cupboard, but I'll take it and run, they'll come." ”

"Who are they?" said Siegel, poking his dagger into the floor, easily piercing small holes.

"You want to know the information, all right, just give me a good taste with that fine dagger. Fezak said: "Now it is becoming more and more difficult to inquire about the news, those slave owners have become very strict, and the stewards of the generals have not spoken much, and their mouths are like the legs of virgins, and they must be separated with more gold, do you know why?"

"What's going on?"

"It is said that the skinning warlords Waga and Iron Foot have been in trouble over the distribution of the spoils, and they have set up a battle to fight. Fezak said: "A lot of messengers have come these days, probably to ask about the position of Lord Three-Eyes. On this cusp, the three-eyed adults don't speak, and the others can only tremble, and no one will open their mouths randomly, so it is naturally difficult to inquire about the news. They're the orc generals, they're the murderers who can kill people for money. ”

"When are the people from Waterdeep coming?" asked Siegel suddenly.

Fezak's face did not change, and the muscles of his face did not twitch at all, except that he avoided his gaze and no longer looked directly into Siegel's eyes. "The armies of Waterdeep City can't get past the city walls, and they won't be seen in this life. ”

Siegel crouched down, pointed to Fezak's stomach, and said, "It's a miracle that you've survived until now, but this poison is still there, and if you continue like this, you will die a long and painful death." ”

"I know. The old man said, "Give me a knife." ”

"It's not that you have to die, I have an antidote. Siegel shook his head, took out a small salt shaker and shook it, deciding to continue pressing, "You haven't said anything I want to know." Who is the Faceless One and what is he here for?"

"Who?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Speak up, and you can live. ”

"Stinky boy, you're asking a question I can answer!" Fezak kept his mouth tight, and didn't reveal anything.

"I know you're a spy for Waterdeep, and I know what the Faceless is here to do. Siegel crooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "I just want to know how you guys connect." You see, even if you don't tell me, they won't be able to connect, and they won't be able to get the job done, but won't my bounty be one less? Now that you've been exposed, what are you holding onto?"

"What are you talking about?" said Fezak with a wry smile, "Damn, my stomach is starting to hurt." ”

Siegel nodded: "Yes, then the pain will spread all over your body, but you still can't move, you can only bear it silently." You won't die until 8 hours later. Siegel shook the bottle and continued, "In a little while, even the antidote won't cure you." ”

"Well, then I've got 8 hours left, and it's better to be in pain than with a stupid, crazy paranoiac. Fezak breathed rapidly through his nose and made a grunting sound, and it seemed that the pain was already unbearable. However, he had no intention of begging for mercy at all, and was ready to die.

"You're going to scream in pain in a minute, I can't take that risk. Siegel suddenly raised his hand, and the dagger disappeared between Fezak's ribs. Red blood trickled down Siegel's wrists, dripping onto the old man's pants.

"What are the last words. Siegel asked.

"The gods had mercy on him and let him flee quickly. Fezak prayed one last time, hoping that the Faceless would not show up at the grocery store.

Siegel knocked Fezak unconscious with a hard blow on his forehead, then ripped his teeth open and fed the antidote from the bottle. After that, he tied Fezak's mouth with a strip of cloth to prevent him from making any noise.

This is a hard-mouthed old man, and he is not willing to sell any information when he is dying, and Siegel admires him very much. The first reason why he didn't let the Demon Pet Raven attack was only because of mercy, but it was because of this mercy that he discovered the true identity of the grocery store owner. Through the raven's eyes, he saw the letter sent by the messenger, including the note that Fezak had deciphered, word for word. At this time, Siegel knew that Fezak was a spy in Waterdeep, let alone a killer. However, poisoning the inside of the bag was much earlier, and Siegel was powerless to stop it even if he saw it. Luckily, he was using the Blood Mage's Paralysis Toxin, which was the casting material for the Blood-Red Paralysis Tentacles. Ordinary people will die soon if they don't detoxify it immediately if they eat it directly. But since Fezak had survived the most dangerous period and had begun to feel abdominal pain after so long, Siegel's antidote had just had time to work.

According to the Blood Mage's notes, it only takes a few hours for the skin to be paralyzed when exposed to the toxin, but in the case of taking the toxin, in addition to taking the antidote, bloodletting is also essential, so it takes at least three days to recover. Siegel speculated that the Faceless might be Count Maxim, the Bloodflame Knight, or at least something to do with him.

Throwing the bag full of poisoned powder into the stove, Siegel closed the door to the grocery store. He found ink, sulfur powder, glutinous rice glue, a cloud of cobwebs, candles, sponge blocks, and a few eggs, and began to mix potions according to what he had learned in the alchemy course. In cases where you dare not use magic, alchemy can be very useful. He wanted to mix a dye pigment that was not afraid of water and used it to create a tattoo effect on his body. Blood magic has a method of making blood gel, which is a common hemostatic item they use, but it is also used as a material for shaping.

Siegel tried to make himself look like a one-eyed daddy, and it took him five hours. Fortunately, he could have added an eye patch to cover half of his face, otherwise his work would have been more difficult. Maybe Janet can do this kind of work better, but Siegel as a novice is not perfect. Thanks to the painting skills he had cultivated in drawing magic arrays, he relied more on waterproof paint to barely make himself look like that. As long as he doesn't meet people he knows very well, Siegel feels like he can get by.

He'd been watching the movements of the guards and witch priests, trying to figure out what the orcs were thinking. He didn't use any magic all over his body, so naturally he wouldn't attract the attention of the witch priest. As long as you carry a good weapon and act like you don't want to mess with, those guards won't get into trouble easily. In this way, whether he goes out to find out information or stays at the grocery store, he is at ease.

Fezak opened his eyes again, a little surprised that he was still alive. He was still tightly bound and his mouth was still stuffed with strips of cloth, but his body was no longer completely paralyzed. He could feel a tingling sensation in his left ribs, and every breath made him frown in pain.

The dagger was passed between the fourth and fifth ribs, avoiding the location of the heart, and the wound was treated with a medicated drug, otherwise blood loss alone would have killed a person. Fezak couldn't guess the purpose of the "Soth" until he saw a man disguised as similar to himself walk in.

That craft sucks.