Broad World

dark!

Cold!

As soon as Cynthia opened her eyes, she saw that she was locked in a dungeon where she could not see her fingers. Both her hands and feet were tied with forbidden shackles specifically for the caster. The spellcasting material package originally tied to the belt was also missing. Fortunately, the robe is still in good condition, and there is no trace of (invasion).

Just when she was struggling to stand up, a low voice suddenly came from behind: "You finally woke up. I have been standing here for more than two hours, and now I can finally talk. ."

After that, a man wearing a black robe and his entire face hidden under his hood stood up. It was not someone else, but Henry who had changed in disguise. The reason why he showed up in person is to take a closer look at this young girl with terrifying charm exuding all over her body, and see how the other party will react under the threat of death.

If she can maintain the same innocence as she is now in such a cruel environment, then Henry is willing to admit that his intuition is wrong.

"Who are you? Why kidnap me?!"

Cynthia was like a scared little rabbit, hurriedly hugged her legs and curled up to the corner of the dungeon. Her two beautiful eyes were instantly filled with mist, as if she would cry at any time. She was obviously frightened, her whole body was shaking constantly, and she didn't even dare to lift her head.

Henry used the "omnipotent throat" that was constant on his body to deliberately tune his voice to an abnormally harsh, sneered answer: "Don't pretend, cardinal, we know your true identity, and we also know that you are working for Ghost City. Now Give you a chance to tell everything you know. Otherwise..."

Speaking of which. He pointed to the various instruments of torture piled up on the other side of the dungeon: "Have you seen those weird tools? Trust me. You will never want to know how terrible they can be when used on people."

Naked threat!

Not to mention that for a girl who is a bit natural, even a determined paladin will sweat coldly all over her body.

"No! Don't! Please! I don't even know what you are talking about! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Cynthia just glanced at the nails, knives, and whips on the table that were glowing with cold light, and it collapsed. Tears flowed out like a faucet that opened the gate. She looked pitiful, but anyone who was a little sympathetic. Will not bear to hurt her.

But Henry was obviously not an ordinary person, and instead of showing a trace of sympathy, he picked up an iron rod full of spikes and slowly walked forward. He tore off the other party's robe, revealing all the snow-white thighs and underwear.

He ignored the girl’s panicked scream, and directly squeezed her neck to lift it up: "Shut up! Do you see this iron rod? It is specifically designed for women, directly from the most sensitive lower part of your body. Poke in and think about the feeling. Perhaps life is better than death to describe it. Now tell me everything you know, otherwise you won't expect to be a woman in your life."

Obviously, if this iron rod is really stuffed in from the lower body, then all the reproductive systems including the child (gong) will be destroyed, so the threat of not being a woman is not just a casual talk.

"Cough...cough cough... I... really don't know anything... let go... let me go..."

Because of poor breathing. Cynthia flushed at the moment, desperately trying to get the hand that was holding her neck. But it's a pity. No matter how she struggled, her hand remained motionless like iron tongs. If it weren't for the strength to be controlled just right, I'm afraid the fragile neck would have been broken.

After all, Henry is now a legendary swordsman, and at the same time he has 17 power attributes. Even if the warrior is pinched by his neck, he cannot easily break free, let alone a weak female mage.

"Humph! Since you don't want to cooperate, don't blame me for starting too hard." As he said, Henry lifted up the iron rod full of spikes and stabbed it in.

In an instant, blood splattered!

"what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Cynthia only felt a sharp pain coming from under her body, and immediately let out a miserable cry, followed by convulsions all over and fell into a coma. When she lost consciousness, she even felt that her life was over.

"Haha! I said that this woman can't be a oriole. A mere illusion made her faint, unless all the people in Ghost City have problems with their brains." Recreativo, who had been hiding for a long time, walked out with a laugh.

Robert followed suit and sighed slightly and said: "Master, judging from my experience, she is absolutely impossible to be a spy. The will is too weak. I even doubt how she became a mage."

Henry glanced at Cynthia’s (underclothes) completely soaked with (urine) fluid, with a hint of helplessness on his face: "Well, maybe my intuition is a problem this time. Recreativo, you will help her clean it up later. Then send it directly to Borken, who will help us handle the aftermath."

Undoubtedly, he didn't feel any abnormality in the girl's spirit and soul from beginning to end, especially the final incontinence (forbidden), which was no different from a normal person at all.

The dark elf girl wrinkled her nose in disgust and whispered: "Damn it! Why do I have to do this bad thing every time."

"No way, who makes you the only woman among us. Don't complain, work hard, and take care of everything before she wakes up." Henry kissed you and rubbed Vilva's smooth white hair with his face. Said with a smile.

"Brainless idiot, was so scared of feces (urine) by an illusionist magic, it's so stinking!" Reva cursed in a low voice, pinched his nose and carried Cynthia and left the cell.

After she walked away completely, Robert lowered his voice and asked, "Master, what should we do next?"

"Continue to monitor, I don't believe that Terramante and Revalan will not take any action, just watching the floating city is completed." Henry replied with a cold face.

If it wasn't for his instinct that he had never made any mistakes, he would not choose to kidnap a seemingly harmless young girl today, not to mention frightening the other party to pee his pants in the end, which would definitely leave a very serious shadow in his mind.

Robert knew that his master must be in a bad mood at the moment. So he nodded without hesitation: "Understood. I will make the entire guild move. Increase the investigation. In addition, do I need to exclude Cynthia from the suspect list?"

Henry touched his chin and thought for a while, but finally felt a little uneasy: "After monitoring for a while, I always feel that she should not be as simple as it seems on the surface. But this time the monitoring is done by you personally. Remember, you must not Let go of any clues."

"Understood, let's hand over the daily affairs of the guild to Amy, and then watch her 24 hours a day." Robert bowed slightly when he finished speaking. Also left the dark dungeon.

After watching his most powerful subordinate disappear, Henry gently rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself: "How come there is no reaction at all? I clearly noticed the abnormality, is it really the wrong object this time..."

More than an hour later, Recreativo sent Cynthia, who was in a coma, back to the construction site. Borken frowned and took a look, then placed it in his tent, and continued to be busy instructing the mage team to lay the energy transmission line.

Not long after his front foot left, a dark shadow quickly got into the tent. Without saying a word, he came to the bed and took out a very delicate music box, and quickly wound the clockwork a few times, followed by the strange sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong starting to reverberate in the room.

"Wake up... Oriole... You have slept for too long... Ghost City needs your power now..."

"Listen...this is your favorite voice...overture from the chaotic place at the end of the universe..."

With a loud call. Cynthia, who had fallen into a deep coma, began to clenched her hands, and her closed eyes turned quickly. Within a few minutes, there was a slight withdrawal, and at the same time, he gritted his teeth as if he was going through a very painful thing.

Soon not only did not show any panic when he saw this situation, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sneer: "Hey! It seems that the awakening was very successful, and the greatest spy of Ghost City is coming back soon."

As soon as the voice fell, Cynthia opened her eyes abruptly and sat up, and the whole person instantly released a chilling aura, which was completely different from a few hours ago.

She moved her hands and feet a little bit, then stared at the shadow and asked: "How long have I lurked this time?"

"It's only been a few weeks, and I have just escaped the temptation of the other party. I believe they will no longer have any doubts about you in a short time." As the shadow slowly walked out of the darkness, it was the terrible name. Master of assassination. His attitude at the moment is like treating Prince Revalan, respectful and unbelievable.

"Oh? So I can just start to act! Let me tell you, during this period of time, does the target have any interest in me, or does he have any intention of going to bed with me?"

Cynthia, who seemed to be a different person, didn't evade the slightest, and said generously enough to make countless girls blush. Her eyes now are like a peaceful lake, there is no wave at all, especially the black spots in the pupils are like black holes, as long as the fixed time is longer, they will feel like being sucked in.

The assassin put away the music box on the table and shook his head slightly: "The effect is very unsatisfactory. The target not only has no interest in you, but even has doubts. I don't know what means he used, but When you were carried out (incontinence), you should have been subjected to some kind of cruel interrogation."

"Well~www.ltnovel.com~ I have figured out the current situation, you leave first, if you need help, I will contact you in the old way."

After Cynthia finished speaking, she ignored the assassin. She began to change her expression in the mirror, sometimes pure and lovely, sometimes hot and hot, sometimes mature and attractive, sometimes elegant and dignified...

She is completely like a variety of witches, who can change her personality, temperament and feelings anytime and anywhere, and the speed is jaw-dropping.

"Hey! Really deserve to be the most powerful spy. If you don't know the details, I am afraid that even the gods will be easily deceived. Twin souls, but they can't perceive each other. Natural pretenders. Henry. Angemei, I see how you escape Prince Revalan's control this time." The assassin's face was dissatisfied with a cold smile...

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