Gog didn't return to camp last night.

Waiting for the report, Doliva woke up in the tent all night, he paced back and forth, the premonition was getting worse and worse, Doliva probably knew that Gog had been caught, Falconville of Devonburg was a ruthless character, they would be able to do everything to get the information they wanted from Gog's mouth, Doliva knew that he had to leave as soon as possible, not waste a night here.

It's just that deep down, he didn't have a trace of fantasy, hoping to see Gog's unbeaten and cute stubble face again at the moment of morning light.

A miracle really happened, but it was not Gog who brought back the miracle, but the miracle itself. After many days of searching, the last slave walked back on his own.

Doliva felt that it didn't matter whether Gog would come or not, as long as the evidence was wiped clean enough, everything would be solved. The dawn of victory shone on his face with the morning light, and Doliva didn't think about why Eight would come back to him on the spot.

......

...

Halfway up the mountain, Hank looked at the boy who was slowly walking into the tiger's mouth, and he said to his companion, "I hope you simply want to help him, and not use it...... Alas. ”

Merchant: "What do you think he will do?"

Hank looked away: "I don't know, and I don't really want to know. ”

His luck was never good, let alone a businessman, and Hank felt that the worst would happen.

Especially after knowing the boy's memory.

......

...

The slave owner in front of him, the armored people around him, the cold sword on his waist, the boy should have been scared, but he approached step by step with great calm.

Do you want revenge?

Think?

The boy didn't have an answer, he didn't feel anything about it, he didn't even know why he was nodding his head when the other person asked the question.

Looking at the number eight who was getting closer and closer, Doliva showed a smile that he hadn't seen for many days: "Haha, look, my cute little slave, you are home, just like the little kangaroo returning to its mother's pocket, the swallow that flies south to the nest, we will eventually return to the place where we belong, right?"

It seems that I can save another preparation, even if Goge is arrested, as long as the eighth is in hand, everything will be solved, and no one will have conclusive evidence to make me suffer.

The boy stopped, as if trying to find someone in the crowd.

Doliva: "Oh yes, we've got one less person, an important character here, Jasmine, right? I remember her name was called that, but I'm sorry, she couldn't come, because this damn slave, the lowly thing she did what she shouldn't have done and couldn't do in her life, how dare she! How dare she stand up to her master, just for a little bitch!"

Doriva cursed, spat on, and poured all the emotions he had accumulated over the days into an absent woman.

"Do you know Eight, you have been fancied, a noble adult is willing to pay a gold coin to buy you, this adult likes a silent sorrow, which will make pain overflow your smiling face, which will make him feel extremely excited, in fact I am also excited, a gold coin to buy a dumb man, this is a sure deal. It's a shame that that damn thing let you go without permission, behind my back, and let you go!"

Dolivar let out a sigh of relief, anger causing his face to twitch and every inch of muscle throbbing.

"Everyone who makes a mistake is punished, and that's a matter of course, so I pulled out every one of her teeth so that she wouldn't hurt them while serving others, oh, and I also pulled out her nails because there were customers who complained that she liked to resist them, and I'm a person who values the customer experience, and of course I want to do it perfectly, and then I leave her on the bad street, tied up in the corner, and naked, so that everyone can taste her, even the beggars who are covered in stench and have festering skin! I've blessed the world, haven't I?"

Shocked, confused, and pained, the boy's eyes widened in rejection of what he had heard. He opened his mouth slowly, his throat bulging, his face flushed, his hands were helplessly tearing at his neck, the boy wanted to break through something, he struggled, he struggled, he was desperate.

In the end, the boy succeeded.

He let out his first wail after three years of captivity.

"Ahhhh

It's a pity that in front of him was Doliva's raging laughter: "Hahahaha, listen, what a beautiful voice, Jasmine did it, as she said, it will definitely cure your aphasia, I have never questioned her." ”

Bite!

A sharp sword fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

Startled, Doliva took a few steps back, and when he looked up again, a sword had fallen from the sky, where there was not even a single cloud.

The boy's eyes were scarlet, and blood almost dripping from his sockets, and he drew his sword with one hand and walked forward with a steady step.

Doliva took a few more steps, and then he became angry again, he felt humiliated, he was frightened by a small child.

"Kill him!"

Doliva ordered viciously, but no one responded, and he tried to turn around and scold the stupid guards, only to find that he couldn't move his whole body except for his eyes and brain.

Losing control of your body is terrifying, like someone has turned you into a marionette and you can only watch and experience it.

This time Doliva was really afraid, because he saw the child in front of him who was getting closer and closer, and he was really full of murderous intent towards him, and Doliva even lost his voice begging for mercy.

Seeing the other party approaching, seeing the other party's eyes as if they were about to break their bodies to pieces, I watched the other party raise the blade.

Doliva felt his crotch wet and a foul stench coming from him, and he was going to die not only for this, but for the most disgraceful and incompetent death.

The sword light fell, and Doliva subconsciously closed his eyes, but the darkness brought him not the end of life, but the cry of a child.

In front of him was the sword blade that was close at hand, and in front of him was a boy with his head bowed and weeping, and the blade that he had raised with all his strength stopped, and it could not get the support of its weak body and the command of its weak mind.

"That's it, kid, that's it. ”

Hank came up behind the boy, and he tried to take the sword from the other's hand, only to find that the boy's hands seemed to merge with the hilt of the sword.

Hank hugged the boy, and he covered his eyes to hide the boy's tears.

"Why...... Why...... I can't even take revenge......"

The boy couldn't stop crying

Hank comforted: "Shh~ Okay, okay, put down the sword, I'll take you back, we'll go back." ”

The merchant looked at this scene, his eyes were calm, without any ups and downs, and it was frighteningly quiet.

......

...

The carriage was galloping, ignoring the bumps and speed.

Doliva didn't know why he was alive, the man dressed as a ranger only took Eight, but not his own life.

The slave trader urged the coachman to speed up again, and all he wanted at the moment was to get back to his bunker as quickly as he could.

Boom!

The carriage seemed to be mounted on something hard, and Doliva was thrown out of it at once, and he landed on his face and rolled for weeks before stopping. The fall left him bruised and swollen, and Doliva braced himself up to get up, but when he saw a pair of shoes appear in front of him, he raised his head and watched him with red eyes in the shadow of the sun.

The Grim Reaper, who had left in the last second, returned to him again in this second.

"Do you know how many muscles humans have?"

Doliva's jaw twitched.

"Do you know how many bones humans have?"

Doliva hung her head.

Helpless and afraid, he accepted the favor of death.

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...

Hank sat at the merchant's workbench, and the quiet antique shop seemed deserted. When the merchant returned in the night, he pushed the door open, not minding the invaders sitting at his workbench, but finding an empty seat to sit down.

Two men.

There was a long silence.

Merchant: "What about him?"

Hank: "I put him to sleep, before he cried and fainted. ”

There was silence again.

Nothing in the store dared to move, and the furball, which liked to roll, hid itself in the wall, and it did not dare to touch the two men.

Hank: "Hope you got what you wanted. ”

There is a direct irony in the words.

Merchant: "Unfortunately, not. ”

Hank: "Really? Then I think you're going to have to keep trying, push a little harder, and make a kid desperate before you can get what you want, right?"

Merchant: "Shut up, I'll take care of it myself." ”

Hank: "Yes, I should have shut up from the beginning, how could I think of meddling? You've always been perfect at everything, haven't you? Maybe you'll do better next time and use this kid more ......"

Boom!

The antique shop shook, and the ground shattered like a cobweb.

The merchant stood up, he looked at Hank, and said word by word: "Don't talk to me in a self-righteous tone, don't teach me to do things from the perspective of a friend, we're not." ”

Hank sat on the spot, waiting for the merchant to leave the antique shop before coming to his senses. He recalled the words of the other party just now, and recalled the other party's expression, Hank suddenly laughed.

My old friend.

After getting hatred and then disgust, you get a third emotion.

Wrath.

......

...

At midnight.

Marquis Bernie returned to his mansion after dealing with today's affairs under the drive of the butler Pedi, there are many things, and the plan of the Holy See has entered the activation period from the preparation period, the Orne Empire will undergo major changes, maybe five years, maybe ten years, everything will change, then the Orn Empire will no longer belong to the group of self-righteous royals, it will go to a new height under the wise leadership of the Pope, the empire will conquer the Elven Continent, then Shyya, and finally Kalbas, everything in the world will be subject to the feet of the Pope, and at the same time under its own feet。

The Marquis Bernie sat happily, and the sight of ten thousand people kneeling in his head seemed to be close to him.

When he returned to the mansion, the butler Pei Di asked the marquis to leave his post without permission, and he was displeased. Pushing open the door, a strong smell of blood came to his face, and Marquis Bernie covered his mouth and nose, but the first breath of air he inhaled was already wrapped around his nose and could not be dissipated.

Next, he saw the most terrifying scene of his life.

The mansion is like a sea of blood, neatly placed in front of it.

A piece of intact human skin.

Two hundred and six bones.

Six hundred and thirty-nine muscles.

Perfect dismemberment.