Scenes from the battlefield are fully watched by Abides, including Kane's appearance when he is captured by Tririan. He wanted to save Kane, but later found out that Tririan didn't mean to kill Kane immediately, so he resisted the desire to make a move and quietly became a spectator. But being a spectator is also temporary. Kane's current appearance is not life-threatening, but that doesn't mean there is no danger in the future.

Just in case, he had to be ready to save someone, and a magically encrypted letter flew out of his hand, and he himself followed the team.

Kane was taken back to Bailly's territory in desperation, and he was thrown to the ground by Tririan, his hands bound for so long that his hands were already numb. His eyes could not see what was going on around him, but he could clearly feel by his ears that there were many people moving around him, the sound of riding boots on the ground reaching his ears, and fear pouring into his heart like a cold river.

The mountains in the distance are stacked, and the temperature in the mountains in early spring is still very low, and the snow on the mountains has not yet melted like the plains. Specks of snow dot the peaks in the twilight.

In the midst of his uneasiness, Kane heard a cold voice, one with hatred. He knew it was Viscount Bailly who wanted his life.

He tried to speak, but he didn't know what to say, and Bailly didn't mean to question him, but ordered his men to take him to the dungeon.

Then Kane was pulled up and shoved all the way forward, staggering because he was blindfolded. It was a short walk that made it difficult for Kane, and the feeling of stepping on the stairs was even more uncomfortable, but he had to walk all the way forward.

On the way, Kane's mind imagined what the dungeon would look like, as the bards described, the damp dungeon was cold, damp, with dirt that had not been cleaned for many years, and the decaying walls were hung with many torture instruments for torturing prisoners? Maybe there will be iron hooks, iron rings, peeling knives, boning knives and other common bloody torture tools, right?

Kane's mind couldn't help but think about it, but even so, he still didn't cry out for mercy like the prisoners he had seen on the execution ground, his calm silence was admirable, this calmness did not match his age.

Sure enough, as Kane had imagined, he was chained to his wrists and ankles by several people, and he also wore an iron collar around his neck. A few men pulled the chains, and with the sound of metal, Kane was suspended in the air, his limbs outstretched, like the sea beasts that had been salvaged and hung for sale at the harbor docks.

The strip of cloth covering his eyes was torn off, and the strong light made him unaccustomed to it, stinging his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, two muscular, shirtless, greasy men standing in front of him with their hands on their chests, their eyes playful and sadistic. On the walls on either side hung various knives, long and short, sharp and sluggish, and Kane recognized the names of some of them, all of which he knew from Hamer, and all of them were execution instruments.

The bald man, who looked like a boiled egg, walked up to the narrator and picked an iron whip with tiny barbs from the wall where a row of torture instruments was kept. He smiled and looked at Kane, his mouth full of yellow teeth. Kane shuddered.

"Una, your smile is really perverted, and I think more and more that you guys really have some special fetishes. Every time you are executed, you have to choose that thorn whip, and I heard that when you go to find women, you also like to play this game with a leather whip with them, right? Another slightly thinner, short-haired man joked at the bald head.

"Hey! Where did you hear the stupid words, it was obviously those women who took the initiative to ask for it, and I just met their special request. Hey, hey, hey. The bald man smiled lewdly, a lewd gesture that made Kane almost throw up.

"Let's talk about it first, it's okay to have fun, but don't play this kid to death. The lord still wants to see his miserable appearance. ”

"You can rest assured, you have been in this business for so long, and practice makes perfect. I'll take care of it, and now, I'll show you how hard my whip really is! With that, he flicked the whip, and the tiny spikes flashed with cold light.

"I'd like to meet Bailly!" Kane suddenly shouted to them.

But this request was rejected by the bald man, "Lord Lord, I don't have time to pay attention to you now, let's treat you well first." He whipped Kane hard.

The whip landed on Kane, tearing his clothes apart, and the spikes stabbed into the flesh of his chest like nails, and Una pulled the whip down, and the spikes followed him all the way down his chest. Like an iron plough ploughing the ground, flesh and blood flew from Kane's chest, and great pain enveloped his body.

Even though his body had been strengthened, the real pain still swept through his body irresistibly, making him can't help but let out a painful wail.

"Didn't you say that this kid has hard bones? It turns out that I still can't bear my whip, you see, my whip skills are very powerful! Una said to his companion as if to show off.

The companion standing next to him who was watching the play pouted and said disapprerovingly: "Don't think I don't know, you just used the magic attribute of this whip, it seems to be called "pain buff", right?" If it weren't for the magic pain bonus, I don't believe you would have made this kid scream in pain. When I brought him in, I heard that he was shot by Tririan's plague god and didn't say a word. ”

"Cut, you're just hard-mouthed, unconvinced, I'll whip you again!" Una then threw another whip.

This time the pain did not diminish in the slightest, tearing a long gash on Kane's body, the hideous wound gushed blood, followed by a few lashes, Kane's chest was already unrecognizable, and he couldn't see the original appearance at all, only a blur of flesh and blood.

Kane gritted his teeth, but the pain was so great that he couldn't help but pass out. Una stepped forward and grabbed Kane's hair, slapped him a few times, and found that Kane had really passed out. I suddenly felt bored.

"The boy passed out, alas, and thought he could hold on a little longer. On both sides, he's the number one of my new whip resistants! It's a pity, but it's amazing to be able to resist so many times. You say no, Bauer. He turned his head to the short-haired Bauer.

"Alright, alright, you pervert. I haven't even started to do it, and you've knocked him unconscious, so how can I do it? Bauer said to him dissatisfied.

"It's not easy! Look at me. Una walked over to a barrel in the corner, grabbing the tiny white crystals in the barrel, "This thing can get him up." ”

He held up the tiny crystal he was holding up and said to Bauer.

"Then don't hurry!" Bauer urged.

While Una was in charge of waking Kane, Bauer also chose a familiar torture device on the wall next to him - a short knife as thin as a transparent one, and he just grabbed it and shook the two-finger-wide blade slightly. If memory serves, the knife was invented by a master of criminal law in the Harans dynasty, known for torturing prisoners, who called it the "stripper" and was specially designed to peel off the skin of a person intact.

He had learned this perverted art from that master, and he loved it very much. Moreover, he found that the art of skinning alone is also learned, and it is most interesting to peel the skin when the prisoner is sober, so that the skinning can have a sense of accomplishment.

Bauer wiped the tiny crystals from his hand over Kane's wound as carefully as a chef smeared honey on tender meat, and when the crystals were evenly applied, he slapped Kane on the chest, and then slapped it again and again, even though the wound had oozed a lot of blood and stained his hands red, he didn't look soft at all.

Kane, who had passed out, endured great pain, his body spasmed, and his chest seemed to be eaten and bitten by countless insects. He was awakened by this great pain. When Una saw that he was awake, he stopped slapping the wound, his blood-stained hand was raised to his mouth, his tongue was stretched out and the taste was licked, and then he looked satisfied.

His expression of enjoyment made Kane's heart welled up with countless hatred and anger, and he longed to return these pains to the two hateful bastards in front of him a hundredfold!

Una was not afraid of Kane's cannibalistic eyes, he patted Kane's face proudly, and said arrogantly: "Don't worry, there are still many fun things that have not yet begun." Bauer, this kid is awake, now it's your turn. ”

Bauer walked up to Kane with a short knife, he didn't do it immediately, but carefully observed Kane, looked for the position of the knife for a long time, and finally chose to put the knife on Kane's back.

Kane struggled to his feet, unwilling to let them get his way, and the slight shaking not only did not annoy Ball, but made him focus more on the action of peeling.

The knife sliced through the epidermis and then embedded in the skin where the flesh was connected, and he sank deeper and deeper until the entire blade was inside. Kane's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he gritted his teeth and endured, he really wished he could faint at the moment, and it was too painful to feel the separation of flesh and blood clearly.

When the knife was perfectly embedded, the corners of Bauer's mouth rose, and then he exerted force in his hand! At this moment he felt like a tailor, cutting a perfect piece of cloth at the moment. It wasn't Kane's skin that he pulled, but a piece of cloth that was perfectly used to make a beautiful garment. He seemed to have returned to that night, and he told his father that he would become a famous tailor, but he wanted him to be an executioner, and he wanted to see the nobleman weeping under his son's sword.

Bauer didn't want to be an executioner, but under his father's constant brainwashing, he thought that maybe the executioner and the tailor could be combined, and the two completely incompatible professions were really integrated into him under the education of the master of punishment. Killing people and skinning them is like cutting cloth and making clothes, it's almost the same in his eyes.

Then Bauer became madly enamored with this perverted method of punishment, and in the days that followed Bailly, he peeled off more human skins than he could count.

Embraced in pain, Kane passed out again.

"This kid won't be unable to hold on, will he? Shall we feed him a little bit of "that thing"? Una said that if Kane died, they wouldn't be able to explain to Bailly, and that the prisoner was different.

Bauer held the near-perfect back skin up and looked at it obsessively, "Don't worry, he can still hold on, his vitality seems to be stronger than the ones we dealt with before." ”

"Had a really good day." Una said to Bauer with a smile.

"Of course." Bauer responded.