Tonight's imperial capital is destined to be unpeaceful.

Dark clouds covered the night sky, and the darkness of the night made the fog-shrouded city even hazy, with only the light of kerosene street lamps illuminating the streets, swaying in the breeze.

Living across the street, young Abs looked curiously through the window at the villa across the street, where the two- or three-meter-high wall spread out on both sides with the gate as the center.

All around, including the house where he lived, was the property of the owner of the villa, and his mother worked in the villa as a maid.

Ebb's room was angled from the inside of the wall.

Of course, there was a vast meadow behind the wall, and the real villa was far away from him, but here he could still vaguely see the banquet in the courtyard.

According to his mother, it was a 100-day feast for the son of the Duke of Panachea, and many nobles would be present.

He'd seen it before, he'd never seen so many beautiful clothes and gorgeous carriages.

"Tick~"

The rain that had been stopped fell again, and the previous rest seemed to be for the next time to recharge.

Raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky like black blood droplets, and in the rain, the presence of a person attracted his attention.

He was slender, wearing a black coat and a black umbrella, and walked slowly on the sidewalk, the umbrella obscuring his face, so unreal in the hazy fog and darkness.

The royal capital of Britannia itself is rarely outside at night, and it is even stranger in the private streets of this Panachea duke.

"Doot toot!"

Shrill sirens blared, and a team of secret inspectors in special uniforms with spears on their backs trotted in from the other side of the street, looking like something was going on.

They passed the man and ran straight into the villa behind them.

It seems, completely unaware of the presence of another person there.

Abth frowned, even as young as he was, sensing something was wrong.

But then, when he looked back at the man in black from the secret police, he met the man's eyes.

He was standing across the street, facing him, his black umbrella slightly raised, revealing his face obscured by the umbrella, an East Asian man with short black hair, but his appearance was hazy in the darkness and mist.

What impressed him the most was the brown-black eyes, which were still bright even in the dark.

Under Ebster's gaze, the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc, and then he raised his index finger and placed it on his lips in a booing motion.

An unexplained fear suddenly crept over his mind, and he shouted with some excitement.

"Daddy! Father! ”

It didn't take long for the door to be quickly opened, and a man walked in.

"What's wrong? Ebs. ”

"Just ....."

Abs turned around, only to find that the man in black had completely disappeared, and he was just about to recall what that man looked like, but his mind was blank, and there was no detail at all.

"What's wrong?" The man asked softly.

As soon as Abth was about to say something, his silence came to mind.

"I didn't ...... Nothing, I just had a nightmare. ”

In the room between them, on the roof of the house they were in, Char was standing on the ridge of the roof, holding an umbrella, quietly overlooking the villa not far away.

"This kid has a strong sense of spirituality." Cassifer said.

Char couldn't deny it, his eyes lowered, "Although it's just a trick that doesn't consume magic power, it can see through it, and it does have some talent." ”

After a pause, he said, "But it's a pity that I was born in the wrong era.....

"You can teach him."

Char didn't answer, but looked around, not only the police, but some of the army were even rushing this way.

In this era, the marquis was the governor of the frontier, responsible for guarding the country, and compared to the other four titles of the dukes and princesses, the number of marquis was the least, so there was no doubt about their importance, and it was mainly because they were suspected to be other purposes of the enemy.

Soon, the entire imperial capital should be locked down.

And all this has nothing to do with Char, anyway, it is not his face that he uses to participate in the banquet, and this fire cannot burn on him, besides, it is not him who took away the Marquis of Oss.

Silently, he lifted his feet and flew a few hundred meters north, landing in a more secluded alley, and then stood in front of an old wooden house.

The alley was so narrow that only a horse-drawn carriage could barely get in, and the rain trickled down the brick eaves, forming a curtain of rain.

This was not the front door, but the back door, and Char walked to the building's carved wooden door, blackened by old and damp, and the wooden door was locked and could not be opened from the outside.

With a slight wave of his hand, the wooden door opened to reveal the staircase that descended behind him, and closed as Char entered.

This should lead to the basement.

Hei Lang had just entered here with the Marquis of Os, who should have studied at the imperial capital in the past, so naturally he lived in the imperial capital.

The basement is supposed to be a place to store potatoes, so the decoration is average, surrounded by stone bricks, but there is a dungeon feeling.

Since the potatoes need to be stored dry, the drainage here is good, and even if it rains outside, it is not very humid except for the cold.

"Where's my sister!?"

From the bottom of the stairs came Heilang's suppressed roar of rage.

Char walked slowly to the door of the storage room, the dim glow of the torch burning as the only light in the storage room.

The storage room is not large, there are only two people, and Hei Lang, who is wearing a stealth suit, is holding the collar of the Marquis of Os, at this moment, this marquis has lost his former beauty, his face is gray, his face is bruised, and the corners of his mouth are also bloody.

Neither of them was aware of Char's arrival.

There was not much fear in the eyes of the Duke of Os, and the corners of his mouth widened.

"I remember that you are Heilang Monique, the second son of the Monique family, who went to school in the imperial capital, and when I sent someone to find you, you had already gone to the snowfield.

I really should have sent some more people to never suffer in the future. ”

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Heilang said angrily, "Tell me, where are the people!?" ”

"Do you think I'm like those idiots?" Marquis Oss grinned and said, "I killed your whole family and told you where your sister is, will you keep me?" ”

Hei Lang suddenly calmed down, he let go of his grip on his collar, and walked around the storage room with some restlessness.

The Marquis of Oss calmly straightened up his messy collar and continued, "I can tell you responsibly that in this world, the only person who knows your sister's whereabouts is me.

I was kidnapped at the big banquet in the imperial capital, this is not a trivial matter, the whole imperial capital will be in turmoil because of this, all the secret police, and even the army will be sent to search for me.

Your place is not hidden, so it is only a matter of time before it is found.

It's not a good thing for you and me, and I think we can make a deal. ”

Hei Lang turned his head and stared at him quietly, his face shrouded in a hood that made it impossible to read his expression.

"You hand me over to the people of the imperial capital, and then, I will tell you where my sister is."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Heilang asked rhetorically.

"You don't have a choice." Osdau.

"No, I have a choice."

Black Lang turned his head to look at Os, and he kicked the iron bucket on one side of the ground, and some dense squeaks came from the iron bucket.

"I studied medicine in the imperial capital, so I raised a lot of white rats for dissection."

Heilang lifted the bucket and placed it at the Marquis of Oss's feet.

"Centuries ago, there was a kind of criminal law, have you heard of it?"

Heilang stared at Oss.

"Put several rats into an iron cage with only one exit and the only way for the rats to escape, and the executioner plugs the hole with the victim's abdomen and then heats the cage.

Whatever the method, the end result is the same: the hungry rats become more and more excited by the open flame, and can only try to escape from the only way out: they must bite open the victim's abdomen and slip away...."

Oss slowly lowered his head, and in the bucket, there were about a dozen rats huddled together, climbing on each other, trying to climb out of the bucket, but the walls of the bucket were too smooth, and the squeak, squeak, and fluttering rat tail produced by the claws sliding over the barrel wall made his cold hair stand on end, and goosebumps stood up.

His face lost its former calmness, he swallowed softly, and said in a trembling voice, "No.... No, you won't do that, your sister is still in my hands. ”

"But you're not going to tell me, are you?" Hei Lang stared at Os, staring into his eyes, "I have limited time, if you don't tell me, I'll kill you and go find my sister myself."

I can assure you that you will not die too easily. ”

Oss gritted his teeth and stared at him.

Without saying a word, Hei Lang grabbed Oss and pressed him to the platform, making him lie flat, and restrained him with ropes so that he could not struggle at all.

Watching his movements, Oss was also a little panicked, and he immediately spoke.

"What are you going to do? Wait a minute! We can talk about that again. ”

"Where's my sister?" Haran asked.

"She.... She's ....."

Seeing Oss's obvious delay in time, the anger in Heilang's heart was completely ignited, and he lifted his clothes, picked up the iron bucket on one side and buckled it directly on his belly.

Feeling the dozen or so mice falling on his belly and making intimate contact with him, Marquis Os's body tensed up at that moment, and the whole person struggled as if his soul exploded, and directly let out a piercing shout.

"No... Take them, take them away! ”

"Tell me!" There was no emotion in Heilang's eyes.

"I say, I say!" Oss shouted hoarsely.

Most of the pampered aristocrats like him have some cleanliness habits, not to mention heating iron buckets, even contact with these rats is a great spiritual impact.

With a skillful twist, Heilang tilted the bucket and removed the rat from his stomach before it could escape.

Oss gasped for a moment, looked at Hei Lang with resentful eyes, paused, and spoke slowly.

"Your sister is not in my hands."

Hei Lang frowned, but it was okay, and before he could have a seizure, Oss continued to speak.

"A few months ago, I was approached by a group of mysterious men claiming to be from the Rhine and asked me to help them find some Burgundian .....

Char, who had been listening quietly to all this on the side, showed a little interest in his eyes.