In the dimly lit cell, Fitlore struggled to open his eyelids, and a ray of sunlight shone through the cracks in the iron window, reflecting the moldy straw and reptiles all over the floor.

He knew that a new day had begun, and he would have to face the torture of those people to extract confessions, the whip marks on his face were still oozing blood, and the wounds on his body were still aching.

Since his captivity, they have continued to torture Fitlol, trying to obtain information from him about Kanna.

Fitlor is also hard, and he has been holding his neck without saying anything, but he doesn't know how long such days will pass, and he doesn't know how long he can last under the torture of all kinds of torture tools.

"If your lord knew that I was being detained, would he have found a way to save me?" His chapped lips couldn't be opened, and his voice was so faint that only he could hear it.

As soon as the words came out, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, It was the noble lord who detained him, although he had an official position, but after all, he was only a commoner, how could the baron offend a nobleman of the same status for him?

Shaking his eyelids, he didn't know why, his mind went back to that day, he officially became the treasurer of the Kanna Lord, and the Governor Hevian patted him on the shoulder and told him not to live up to the baron's expectations......

I guess I did it, I didn't reveal any useful information, I didn't disappoint the baron, and I took myself out of the refugee pile and entrusted me with a heavy task.

"Bang la la"

There was a sound of chains.

Fitlore didn't have to look to know that someone was opening the door, and every day someone would come and open the door and carry himself out, and then throw himself back like a dead dog after being tortured.

"Squeak"

The door of the cell was opened, and two jailers with gloomy faces walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly, one with a whip in his hand, and the other with a rope in his hand, and there was blood on it, and I don't know how many dead souls were on it.

Fitrol's face was miserable, and he was a little frightened in his heart, but he still didn't mean to give in, just die, anyway, his wife had fallen on the way to escape, and he was already alone, so it didn't matter.

"Teisha, can I meet you in the kingdom of God?"

An ordinary face came to mind, unconsciously diluting his fear of death.

"Heh, cheap bones, I asked you again if I would say it at the end, and I would send you on my way today if I didn't say it."

The man with the whip in his hand kicked Fitlore with his foot, his tone cold, and the temperature in the cell seemed to drop by a few degrees.

Fitrol frowned, he kicked himself in the wound, but he didn't mean to answer, he closed his eyes, and showed his disregard and disdain to the fullest.

The jailer was furious, and raised the whip in his hand in a rage, and was about to draw it at the moment, but was stopped by the man next to him.

The man shook his head: "Forget it, if we really kill us, the adults won't give us good fruit to eat." ”

He crouched down and said to Fitrol, "You're lucky, go out with us." ”

The other party's words made Fitlore stunned? Aren't you going to kill yourself, and what tricks are you playing?

He felt the shackles on his feet be opened, and then the two of them lifted themselves up and almost dragged themselves out of the cell door, and when he opened his eyes, he saw one cell door after another.

The dark, damp passage was filled with wails and moans, and the fear that had faded his already faded was only exacerbated.

I don't know how long he walked, a door that radiated light appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but be stunned, is this the gate to the kingdom of God?

The long period of torture and malnutrition had already caused the poor man to hallucinate.

"Leave it here."

"Okay, it's really unlucky, a waste of Lao Tzu's time."

The jailer vented his frustration and threw Fitlor to the ground.

The pain of his body touching the ground brought Fitlore back to reality, his eyelashes quivering, and when he opened his eyes, the bright sunlight caught in him, a little tingling.

"Your Excellency, your majesty has come out."

The voice of excitement sounded in my ears, and a group of ragged and refugee-like people swarmed around, they were the detained entourage, more than a hundred people.

But their life was much better than that of Fitrol, and although they were thrown into prison, except for starvation, they were only tortured, and they were left alone without asking anything.

"I'm ...... Hallucinations? ”

Fitrol muttered softly.

"No, sir. We were let out, and the lord saved us. The people around him were babbling.

"Is it over, they were cheating on me." The corners of Fitrol's mouth twitched, and he wanted to laugh, but the wound on his face hurt as soon as he moved.

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe or the stinging of his eyes by the sun. Then he tilted his head and fainted......

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When he woke up again, he was awakened, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a carriage, driving very slowly, but the road conditions were obviously not very good, very bumpy.

The pain in his body was not so strong, and he had some strength, lifted the blanket covering his body, and opened the curtain of the carriage with trembling hands.

What he saw was a red goshawk flag fluttering in the wind, and his heart suddenly relaxed, he knew that it was the military flag of the second battalion.

His gaze fell on the driver of the car, a soldier in a green uniform, and many others in front of him wearing the same uniform.

They were neatly arranged, their steps were powerful, their spears were on their shoulders, and they were angry and majestic.

"Your Excellency has sent troops?"

Fitrol was shocked.

At this time, the coachman also found Fitlore who had woken up, and he showed a smile and said: "Your Excellency is finally awake, you sit down, we will be in Dorman City soon." ”

"Excuse me, how long did I sleep and how did I get back?"

"Well, you've been asleep for two or three days, you were replaced by Lord Baron, the wound on your body when you just came back, tsk, I can't bear to look at it, fortunately there is a healing potion, otherwise you wouldn't recover so quickly."

The driver was a middle-aged man, and he turned his head to respond while controlling his speed, and he spoke with a variety of facial expressions.

"How much did it cost to get it back?" Fitrol was shocked, and the first thing he thought of was that the lord spent money to ransom them back, which was also a kind of convention between nobles.

But the price of ransom is very high, listening to the meaning of the coachman, everyone was ransomed, he was moved in his heart, which nobleman would spend money to ransom a group of commoners?

How do you know that the coachman laughed, pointed to the team in front of him with the whip in his hand, and said arrogantly: "What does it cost?" This is our confidence, the second battalion of the army pressed the border, and the Baron captured Baron Brace, and they exchanged it for you and a large amount of property.

You don't know, that scene ......."

The coachman chattered, his face full of excitement, but it fell on Fitrol's ears like thunder on the ground, and the baron sent his troops to another nobleman.

And he captured the baron alive!

He suddenly felt that something was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak, and at this moment, he felt that all the hardships he had endured in the past few days were worth it......

On the other side, the badly injured Blaise also woke up in his castle, but his whole person is now a large resentment launcher, whether it is a confidant official or a low-level subordinate, no one dares to approach, for fear of being angered.

Blaise's eyes were full of resentment, his right sleeve was empty, and he was not only defeated, but also a cripple.

He could imagine that he had become a laughing stock, living in the shadow of Blake's name for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, the anger and killing intent in his body simply condensed into substance.

"Bang Bang Bang"

There was a knock on the door, and the chief knight's voice came cautiously: "My lord, a strange person came from outside and said to see you, and he said ......"

"Smack"

Before he could finish his sentence, Brace reached out his only left hand and grabbed the porcelain teapot next to him and slammed it into a pile of splinters against the door.

Blaise yelled a little frantically: "Let him go, Benjue doesn't see anyone now, and they all want to see Benjue's jokes, right!" ”

The chief knight was frightened, but he still stubbornly said, "You misunderstood your lord, but the man said that there is a way to connect your arm, I want to ask you if you want to try." ”

Brace was stunned when he heard this, can he catch his arm?

If someone could take his arm now, he would be willing to give anything.

His anger subsided slightly, and he groaned for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Bring him to Benjue, and tell him that if he can't do it, I will bury him as fertilizer." ”

Cold sweat oozed from the chief knight's head, and he hurriedly received the order.

Soon he knocked on the door again, and with permission, he led a man in.

By this time the room had been cleaned, and Brace was dressed and half-sat up, and in any case he needed to maintain aristocratic etiquette.

He set his eyes on the man beside the chief knight, who was dressed strangely, and the weather was getting hotter, but he was dressed in a black robe, tightly wrapped from head to toe, and his breath was a little cold, like a dormant poisonous snake.

"Hmph, don't you see anyone, you wear it so tightly." Brace asked with some unhappiness in his heart.

The man hunched over and said in a hoarse voice, "Lord Baron has misunderstood, I am afraid of frightening you." ”

Bresis was suddenly laughed at by him, and said coldly: "Benjue has been in the north for a few years, and I don't know how many people I have killed, what have I not seen?" Are you a demon crawling out of hell? ”

The black-robed man didn't say anything when he heard this, but just stretched out a pair of hands that were as white as a tree branch, and slowly pulled down the hood on his head.

Breston's eyes widened, what kind of face was under the hood? There was not a speck of skin in his face, only bright red muscles.

The inside of the eye socket was hollow, there were no eyeballs, the nose had been flattened, the scalp had been peeled off, and the pale skull could already be seen. It's a Faceling.

He lay down on the ground, and no one would think it was a living person, but rather a skinned corpse.

The chief knight's reaction was slightly better, as he had seen him when he searched outside, and he only thought that the other party had been burned.

Brace took a strong breath, suppressed the shock in his heart and said: "Who are you, how dare you boast of being able to connect Benjue's arm with such a ghostly appearance?" ”

The muscles on the faceling's face moved, and he said hoarsely, "Lord Hui, my name is Quinn, and I am a servant of the Lord. I don't have the power to heal your arm, but my master can. ”

The Chief Knight's eyes widened in astonishment, he hadn't said that before.

"Your master? Who he is and where he is. As long as I can heal my arm, as long as I have, I can take it out in exchange. ”

"My master knows everything and can do anything, and that's not a problem for Him."

"You mean your master is a god?" Bresdon laughed angrily at him, no matter which church worshipped gods, he had never heard of miracles to help the wounded and sick, this man was obviously playing tricks on himself, after all, he himself was like that bird.

Just as he was about to ask the chief knight to pull him down and bury the flowers, the faceling nodded and said, "My master is indeed an all-knowing and all-powerful supreme god, and he has many ways to heal you.

As a servant of the Lord, it is He who has led me here, rescued the lost Lamb and guided him back into the arms of the Lord. ”

"You still want me to be a believer? What if your Lord could really heal me, what if you became a believer in Him? Blaise sneered, he didn't believe it at all.

Quinn smiled, and although he couldn't see the facial expression, only the criss-crossing muscles, he just felt the other person laugh.

He spoke confidently, "Please let the idlers wait out, and I will show you the power of the Lord and propose a way to cure you." ”

The chief knight was immediately furious, there were only three people present, wasn't that the idle man talking about him?

Just when he thought that the baron would not accept such an impertinent request, Blaise opened his mouth and asked him to wait outside.

"My lord, in case he is uneasy...... kindly"

"Hmph, then I'll burn him." Blaise looked at Quinn coldly.

The Chief Knight glared at Quinn with resentment, then stepped back.

"You made the right choice, and now I will show you the power of the Lord."

Two dark lights suddenly flashed in Quinn's hollow eyes, and Bress suddenly felt his spirit in a trance for a moment, but he felt it carefully but found nothing.

When he looked at Quinn again, he found that Quinn's body had emitted a white light, shining on him, warm, he felt that the ribs that had been kicked by Ryan were rapidly recovering, and the broken arm was also itchy, as if something was drilling out.

"It's ......"

"This is the power of the Lord, my lord, as long as you have a living arm, I can pick it up for you at any time." Quinn had a strange magic in his hand.

"A living arm? My arm has been broken for days, how can it still be alive? Brace said with some anger.

"Hehe, it doesn't have to be your own arm, as long as the arm of someone who is connected to your blood is fine, as long as it is guaranteed to be alive."

Quinn smiled weirdly, the grim words that fell into Brace's ears were seductive......

I was drunk last night, and the update was postponed until now. I also ask the readers to dissipate their anger......

(End of chapter)