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The rising sun emitted a slight heat of sunlight, shining at a 45-degree angle from the wooden window on the door of the castle hall on the smooth surface of the porcelain, forming a layer of pure and hazy divine halo around the porcelain, piercing the eyes of all the people who came to the hall to "pilgrimage".

About a third of the people have already knelt on the steps outside the hall, and when they saw the sacred breath of porcelain in the hall, they couldn't help but kneel down with the people in front of them on their knees, lay their heads down deeply, and put their palms on the ground with their palms facing up.

Du Yu saw the peasant in the hall quietly raise his eyes and scan the situation in the hall, and saw that all the people were kneeling down reverently, holding the stone in his hand tightly, and the look in his eyes was resolute,

"Whew," a gray shadow flew from the peasant's quietly waving hand to the porcelain on the round table.

To the peasant's surprise, the stone thrown out turned to the right in front of his eyes as if it had hit a wall, and rolled down in the upper right corner of the hall.

A continuous low vibration of "uh-huh" echoed through the hall where the "Twelve Artifacts" were placed, like the sound of a bell being struck.

The peasant, who had a strange face, was also frightened by this sudden strange phenomenon, and hurriedly lowered his frightened eyes, and large beads of sweat rolled down his nervous cheeks, and his face was as pale as a blank piece of paper.

"It seems that this is here to make trouble" Du Yu secretly wiped the sweat from his palms with his fingers, and just now he forcibly dragged the stone from the air to the corner with his sense of qi,

Fortunately, due to the weakness of his heart, the farmer used relatively little strength, and the stones were not large, so he succeeded, but he also felt that his body was a little out of force when he forcibly ran the qi sense to pull foreign objects.

"Take him to the side room of the castle, I have something to ask him" Du Yu slightly touched his hand at the abnormal peasant, and a dark point was on the peasant's waist,

The "assassin", who was still in a panic, suddenly trembled, and fell to the ground without moving.

But because all the people were bowing down to the porcelain, no one noticed the strangeness of this peasant lying on the ground and not moving.

It wasn't until a few guards came over and pulled away the unconscious "Assassin" that the people next to them reacted and made way for the guards, and everyone thought that this was another pious resident who had been in a coma in an excited coma.

"Who are you?Who is your master?Why did you come here?" In the black cell, the torches hanging on the wall crackled with burning pine resin, and the heavy rotting moisture emitted by the thatch on the ground in the cell made Du Yu frown,

This family cell has not been used for a long time, Du Yu is relatively lenient with the peasants in his territory, and he will not be locked up here for ordinary prisoners, and the local sheriff is responsible for handling them, and only the enemies captured in the war will be locked up in the dungeon of the castle.

The Assassin still wanted to kneel in the same posture as he did during the day, curled like a hunchbacked shrimp, and when he saw someone coming in for interrogation, he exclaimed excitedly, "My lord, I am Stariso from the village of Sikaru in the east, I am here for a pilgrimage, why are you keeping me here, I am just an ordinary peasant"

"Ordinary peasant, why does an ordinary peasant have traces left by the perennial friction of his armor on his shoulder blades and waist and legs, a peasant will attack the artifact, if you refuse to say it, I will tell everyone outside about your desecration of the artifact, I think they will skin you alive, or nail you to the wooden donkey rack, and make you wail for three days and three nights before you die! Of course, maybe you will play another burn at the stake at the end, and it is said that the last time you were burned at the stake was 30 years ago, and I don't think many people have had a chance to see it, so you should satisfy their curiosity, right?"

Du Yu looked at the pale "assassin" with a cold face, and his indifferent tone seemed to lower the temperature of the entire cell by a few points, and the small stone in his hand made the assassin's face extremely ugly, which was the water chestnut stone that the assassin still wanted porcelain.

"Or maybe we're mistaken, you may really be just a pious ordinary peasant, we should let you go" Du Yu's words changed, and hope was revealed in his tone, which made the assassin nod excitedly,

Suddenly, Du Yu's tone paused, taking advantage of the assassin's will to relax when he saw hope, he increased the strength of his speech, and secretly mobilized the qi in his body, and the loud voice echoed in the walls of the cell, and the sword-like voice was directly imprinted deep in the assassin's mind, like a bomb that suddenly exploded.

"Do you know why you can't stretch your body? Because this is God's punishment for blasphemers! If you still don't say it, I believe that you will be curled up in such pain all your life, like a poor worm! The master to whom you are loyal will not be such a useless and crippled monster, and your subordinates will take every one of your qiē for themselves! Your lover, your territory will belong to someone else, and even if you die, your soul will be burned to ashes by the raging black flames of hell! God will make you suffer in the darkness forever!"

Thinking of the strange imagination he encountered in front of the artifact and the tragic realm in the future, the assassin who had almost collapsed his will could no longer bear it, and his voice was miserable with obvious crying: "No, you can't do this, I'm a knight, you can't hand over a proud knight to those untouchables outside to be executed, I said, I'll say anything"

"I'll leave it to you here, it's really boring, I thought I had hit a hard bone, but I didn't expect it to be such an intimidating thing, so disappointing to me!"

Du Yu looked at the mess of assassins curled up on the ground and crying with interest, stood up and patted the mildew on the wall of the cell on his body with his hand, his face was full of regret, and he walked out of the door of the cell with his fat ass twisted and twisted.

Statunko, who was following Du Yu, looked at his sovereign with a pale face, was it really just a scare? For his eccentric sovereign, Statunko knew too well.

When he told his lord about the assassin's refusal to confess just now, the look of excitement on his lord's face made Statooenko remember it deeply.

Along the way, there were more than a dozen kinds of "torture" that burst out of the mouth of the lord who was excited about him, and most of them meant that they were all realized on the assassin.

"Say, noble knight, if you don't want my master to really deal with you as he says, the truth is your only way to live!

Statunko sat down in the seat of the presiding judge, and waved his hand to the clerk who was following him, "Record everything he said in blue artemisia water, and this time you want a record that will last for a long time."

The clerk spread out the parchment in his hands with both hands, and scraped the rough parchment with a pointed wooden stick pen dipped in thick artemisia juice, which could be stored on parchment for a long time, and was usually only used for historical records or important events, and was very expensive, and I don't know why the lord would take the assassin's answer so seriously.

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