Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"You may have heard my name, Alsett Hasfa."

The dim chandelier was swung, and the expressionless face was hidden in the light and shadow of the light and shadow.

The confused consciousness gradually became clear, and he realized his situation.

Secretly dispatched by the Starry Court, he came to Yuangang to create turmoil in response to the provocations of the Aurora people.

He remembered that he was hiding, quietly climbed over the city wall, and came to the city. The whole process was not discovered by anyone. He felt that there was no problem with his sneaking, and he did not reveal any clues. The timing, for some unknown reason, when he woke up, he was captured.

There was no torture whatsoever, they just threw him in a horrible place.

a... scary place...

He didn't speak, and let the traitor sitting across from him talk freely.

"I am the inaugural caster of the original Azure Fleet, serving on the Hidden Monk, a second-level legal officer, a middle-level spellcaster, majoring in the atmospheric school and spiritual school, certificate certification, storm science level 5, lightning science level 6, healing Level 6 in Medicine, Level 7 in Toxicology and Potions, Level 7 in Physiological Anatomy, Level 8 in Spiritology of Herakis."

"Theoretical Psychiatry and Experimental Life Science...Level 10."

Hearing this, the tortured person on the torture rack trembled obviously.

"There are eight papers in the library, one of which is for the intermediate-level professional title examination, "On the Stopping Effect of Lightning-based Close-range Triggering Spells in Indoor Tactical Combat".

"There are two more papers, which are water-filled papers written for the promotion of the second-level legal officer."

"The other five articles are a big category, that is..."

The outstretched fingers flickered with electric light, and Alsett snapped his fingers in the opponent's ear.

The slight Piranzra sound in the ears of the other party was the same as the howling of an evil spirit, and he screamed: "Don't let me hear this sound! Please! Please!"

Alsett's voice entered his ears steadily: "The use of spiritual spells in torture and judicial trials...and the auxiliary use of lightning spells in it."

The prisoner howled miserably: "Please! You also served in the council, please don't torture me like this! We used to be colleagues!"

Alsett smiled. According to the research results of these days, he has been able to control the muscle changes on his face with a very small amount of lightning current. With the help of spiritual cues, he can make his face reveal a terrifying and gloomy temperament. This expression is in stark contrast to his calm and gentle tone.

"Three years ago, the Blue Fleet was ordered to suppress the labor riots on Zagena Island. When the rebellion was suppressed, I found that the Marine Corps maintained extreme restraint and honor, but there were still a lot of casualties and losses in the process of suppressing the rebellion. The local counter-insurgency forces that cooperated with us displayed unparalleled brutality against the very insurgents - their fellow natives who spoke the same language."

"I am very interested in this phenomenon, and I also find that in the same army, with the same treatment, new immigrants and the descendants of new immigrants tend to be more brave and more honorable than the Aboriginal soldiers. It's very broad, whether it's religion, immigration, work or whatever."

"Later, in a casual chat, my current lord suggested a pattern... He called this strange psychological trait 'converter mania'."

Speaking of which, a terrifying smile appeared on Alsett's expressionless face.

"I, have convert fanaticism."

"As a traitor who left the Council and joined the Far Harbor, I abandoned my status as a mid-level spellcaster and naval officer in the Council, and pledged allegiance to the new monarch. I no longer fight for the interests of the Star Court and the Council, but instead Aim my weapon at the enemy of His Royal Highness Kant."

"Before this, I had lived in the council for thirty-two years, and it took me just 18 minutes to choose to betray and join the Far Harbor. Until now, I have only served in the Far Harbor for a few months. Use the shortest time to complete the new identity."

"This process must be intense. In this process of constant persuasion, constant suggestion, and constant revision, my identification and expression of my new identity will also be quite...radical."

Alsett's tone was calm, like a deep pool, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"My heart tells me that I am an outsider after all, not from Aurora, not from Far Harbor, nor from Valentine who fought with His Royal Highness Kant. My subconscious mind will be afraid of those who are more 'direct line' Will my colleagues exclude, question and discriminate against me, and I am afraid that I will be treated coldly like I was once in the council, shrinking into a rotten corner, living a normal life, and seeing the end at a glance.”

"So I will double my loyalty and ability to gain the favor of His Royal Highness Kant and the approval of my colleagues, and I will also draw a clear line with the former country and organization. The most effective way is to face the enemies of the former country. Time to... be cold, resolute, decisive, ruthless."

"And most importantly..."

He smiled brightly, with a stern smile against his pale teeth, inexplicable fear.

"I can't see how you are."

"Because I turned my back on the council."

"I want to make myself feel that my choice is absolutely correct, and the decision to deviate from the council is completely correct. I want to see you sunset and the distant port is flourishing, because it is fair here, unfair there, advanced here, and not there. Advance... I have to follow His Royal Highness Kant to bring about this result."

"Now…"

His weird smile slowly closed, like a flower of blood slowly closing.

"Do you think I'll be merciful because of your status on the council, Mr. Terrorist?"

Hearing this, the man shook violently, and the foul breath escaped from his pants: "Don't...don't...don't hurt me! Please!"

"Oh, I can see from the look in your eyes that you have misunderstood me. Rumors are always so bizarre. Even outside the Ministry of Peace, the rumors about me are very outrageous. Mortal people only want to believe in simple things that they can understand. For example, they feel Warden Alsett, who was given the name of 'The Flayer' by His Royal Highness Kant, is a pervert who will use all kinds of torture to make the target of interrogation torn apart and take pleasure in it."

"But you are wrong. Maybe I once had such thoughts, but His Royal Highness Kant guided me. Compared to me, he is the real master of fear."

"He told me that the human body is fragile and strong, and there is a limit to the pain of the body, because the brain will protect the body, and when too strong mental stimulation reaches a certain level, the brain will actively reduce the sensitivity of the body, causing a thousand cuts. Rather than punishing the perpetrator, it is more to deter the onlookers, because the pain he suffered must be getting smaller and smaller."

"His Royal Highness Kant advocates the abolition of human-operated physical torture, which is really merciful, because he believes that torture will harm the mental health of the torturers. I think, since the emergence of civilization on this continent, no ruler will consider this. Thing... I adore him in awe, this is the real king."

"In terms of torture, I am fortunate to agree with His Highness."

"That is, the meaning of torture..." He put his head in and whispered in the quail's ear, as if he was afraid of scaring him, "...to destroy a person's spirit and personality."

"Your loyalty, your recognition of the council, and your persistence in mission, all of which will shake or even dissipate under repeated mental shocks and great psychological pain."

"And to do this, I don't have to beat you with an iron whip dipped in chili water, I don't have to lead a goat to lick your honey-stained soles, and I don't have to do anything to you with my own hands to affect my mental health , I am afraid you have experienced the taste of despair just now, guess how long you have been inside?"

He smiled and said, "It's an extremely quiet dark cabin, controlled by confinement spells, you can't smell, see, touch, or smell, you can only hear the zilla sound of continuous air element discharge..."

Alsett snapped his fingers again, and the faint whistle of the current sounded.

The interrogator trembled suddenly, showing panic and pain.

"Does this taste fresh in your memory? Let me tell you what will happen next."

He looked at the watch on his wrist: "The time is now, it's 5:40, there are 20 minutes left, I'm about to get off work, and after dinner, I'm going to watch "Tom and Jerry" at the Crocodile Bar, please drop by. A friend drinks Tsingtao beer, which I promised them, and then I'll go home and sleep."

"I'll come back to see you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. During these fourteen hours, you, a criminal suspect who is trying to carry out terrorist activities in Far Harbor, will continue to be imprisoned and imprisoned in a cell, then..."

He raised his eyebrows, and the two eyebrows trembled like a snake on the face that deliberately expanded the uncanny valley effect to the extreme: "Guess what is your new home?"

The man finally couldn't control himself and cried out in fear.

"No...don't! Please!" he cried bitterly, "I can't...I can't..."

"Then tell me, tough guy," the warden smiled. "Why can't you?"

"If...if I betray..." he cried, "they won't spare my family..."

"yes?"

Alsett laughed: "Then do you think we will? Ansion Rasta?"

The prisoner was shocked and raised his head in shock, the blood on his face completely dissipated.

"Don't underestimate my lord, you stupid little thief. Although the establishment of the shogunate was short, His Highness has already gained the loyalty of the entire city. Otherwise, why do you think you were all arrested and didn't even have time to do anything?" He He said indifferently, "As His Highness's minions, its will and roots have touched every corner of the continent. You think your identities are secret, but there is nothing that His Highness does not know."

In fact, it was only five minutes ago that Alsett had received all of this guy's data through the headset.

Where did it come from?

Of course the brothers will give it.

"Ansion of Roquea Town, we gave you this opportunity because we know that you are a good man who values ​​your family. There are many diehards and big family members among your accomplices. You can imagine their ending. If you insist on rejecting His Highness Kant's mercy, then we will kill all your family members and lock you in that room until your brain takes the initiative to end your own life."

The icy ultimatum stirred the flames of despair.

"But if you are willing to cooperate with us to testify in court, then we can at least promise that Far Harbor will use the weapons of public opinion and propaganda machines to force the council to cast a blind eye and dare not hurt your family. If they encounter misfortune, then we will make the council more and more The more people know about this, it will shake the military and make people uneasy, you know we can do it... we can kill and save."

"Even, if you behave well..."

Alsett patted the other party's shoulder: "Then go against the society and rescue your family by force and let them come to Far Harbor to live a new life."

"You were on the street for a long time before you were arrested. Did the gum taste good? How did the potato chips taste? Want a taste of ice cream for workers and soldiers? Want a personal radio? Do you? You cooperate with us, and I can make the decision to let you, the former hunter who was kicked to the bench because of work mistakes, join the Rebellion Society and welcome a new life."

"After all, the council is too rotten and complicated. Those of us with low backgrounds, the limit of our life is middle-level mages, becoming a part of this cruel state machine, and there will never be a possibility of making a comeback. Most of the resources are used by the big family. With the big chaebols, the MPs are nobles, and we fight over the food scraps they occasionally throw away, wasting lives, talents, and lives.”

Gentle whispers corrode the shaken soul.

"Think about it, if you don't cooperate, your family will die, and you will be tortured forever."

"With us, there is a high probability that your family will not die, and even have a chance to be rescued by us. Your family will be neat and tidy and enjoy the free and beautiful life of the Far Harbor."

"And the worst possibility, you survive, your family is silenced by the brutal council, but you're still alive, you have a chance to avenge them, it's better than all dead... right?"

Alsett patted the opponent's back lightly.

"If you are foolish and loyal, everyone will die, and you will have a good chance of having a happy future. At worst, you can survive yourself..." He smiled silently, "Weigh the pros and cons, why not take a gamble?"

That An Xion's body was stiff, his eyes flickered, and he was breathing heavily.

After a while, Alsett looked at his watch: "It's six o'clock, it's time to get off work, you think about it at night, we'll see you tomorrow... someone, send him to the small dark room to reflect on his mistakes."

These words are the last dagger, breaking through the shaken heart.

"Wait a moment!"

The loud shouting didn't stop the whipper's figure, Alsett walked straight to the door, the door was pushed open, and the two gloomy guards saluted to the warden, and then walked towards the prisoner.

Anxion became more and more frightened, because the last life-saving straw was gradually fading away, and the development level of the other world was really not high. He didn't realize that his spirit was constantly guided and manipulated from beginning to end.

After all, he did not feel the invasion of any soul power.

At this time, he was filled with fear, and an inexplicable remorse filled his heart, because it was too late for him to speak out! It's past six o'clock, and this ruthless traitor will no longer pay attention to himself! I should have said it sooner!

Unconsciously, because of this remorse, the idea of ​​"should cooperate with the Far Harbor" was subconsciously defined as "absolutely correct" in the violent psychological fluctuations and extreme fear.

He shouted and howled, until he was brought up by the two jailers, and the fear in his heart collapsed to the extreme.

Then, the voice of heaven came.

"and many more."

Alsett walked to the other side.

An Xion said loudly: "Don't go! I..."

The warden said lightly, "Shut up."

So, the emotional prisoner immediately shut up, more docile than cattle and sheep.

"At six o'clock, I should get off work, so if you just want to agree to cooperate with us, you can talk about it tomorrow." Alsett looked at his watch, "and if you want to behave well, then I am willing to set aside A little time, a little overtime, and now, answer me simply and clearly."

"Do you want to cooperate, or perform well?"

An Xion said loudly: "Good performance! Good performance!"

"Very good, let go." Alsett said lightly, "You made the right choice."

Anxion looked at the man in front of him fearfully. He believed that the indifferent face under the dim light had been engraved on his soul and would become a nightmare that he would never forget.

"I..." he said softly, "What should I do to be considered a good performance?"

"Your task list will be delivered in a while, but there is only one thing you have to do, and that is to let me see your..."

Alsett looked at the other party's fearful and hesitant expression: "—The converts are fanatical."

An Xion murmured, "Yes...Yes..."

"Okay, you've won yourself warm hot water and a hearty meal, you have an hour to soothe your mind, adjust your state, then report the detailed location of your family, and prepare for your colleagues who have also decided to give up Let's go to the press conference at 5:30."

An Xion nodded again and again, and then his body froze: "It's half past five?"

Alsett looked at his watch: "The time is now, at 4:11 in the afternoon, just to persuade you, I used a little interrogation skills, and the results were excellent, even for a hunter with strong mental strength and experienced painful training, After some weakening, repression, imprisonment and hinting, it is no different from ordinary people."

"I have to thank you, your response is good material, relevant torture conclusions can be written into papers and published in internal journals, which will earn me about 30 military points, which can be modified for my 'persuader' The long magazine with the Elemental Augmentation Enchantment can also add fifty rounds of razor bullets specially made by His Royal Highness."

"For this reason, if you want to see cats and mice tonight, I can take you there and buy you two cans of beer."

"or…"

He raised his eyes expressionlessly: "You feel cheated, let's do it again?"

"No no no..." Anxion murmured, "That's fine, that's fine..."

Watching the other party being taken to the lounge, Alsett shook his head and smiled.

"How is it, like I said." The voice of His Highness Horus rang in his ear, "Father must have a way, he is very good at dealing with men."

"Every step is as the lord expected, Lord Horus, which amazes me."

The convert responded enthusiastically, "I spoke according to His Highness's instructions and thoughts, as if His Highness's great will came to me, and easily controlled this confused soul... The lord is the master of fear, in front of him, I will always be A humble and ignorant apprentice."

"Okay, almost done."

Horus said, "Father, you know, is not very fond of convert fanaticism."

"But Lord Horus, the reason why His Highness is His Highness is because there are some things that he doesn't like, but he will allow them to exist." Alsett replied, "I am enjoying everything now."

At 5:30, Yuangang held a press conference again.

Reporters, spies, businessmen and officials from all over the world flocked here. These days, Yuangang and the council have been arguing over the air. They were eye-opening, and it was really cool to listen to the cross talk.

Today's news is even more exciting.

The Star Court sent dead men to try to cause chaos and massacre in the Far Harbor, from setting fires to poisoning water sources, from kidnapping children to storming the city hall, their plans were insane.

"The ten no members of the Starry Sky Court are all bastards! Bastards! Shit! But these righteous people who have lost their way are not bastards! They are not bastards! They are not shit!"

Fourteen suspects including An Xian, who had witnessed the civilization, prosperity and friendship of the Far Harbor, questioned and wavered the order of the Starry Sky Court. They finally surrendered themselves and explained all their crimes to the merciful His Highness Kant. These probationers reported their homes to the people in the audience, confessed to the orders they had received, and slapped the council with buckets of **** after buckets of shit.

This is so ugly.

Smash it, play it smashed.

The dignified Austrian Law Council, the Starry Court, personally ordered people to do things, and also took the initiative to kill civilians. The dead were also influenced, and they publicly explained their crimes against the water. It's shameful. It's shameful.

Even if you spend some money, spend some money, go to the fraternity to place an order, even if you find a mercenary.

It is customary for the Far Harbor side to ridicule the Starry Sky Court, and then, like many **** CCTV and satellite TV programs, a group of old and weak women and children with their families quietly walked out behind the scenes. The terrorists trembled and shouted excitedly. Meeting, hugging and crying, the scene is extremely touching.

The spokesperson explained the situation - just half an hour ago, the Rebellion Society dispatched by hyperspace jump, arrived at the homes of these "righteous" people, and rescued the families of these brave people from the clutches of the council.

For the far port will not let the brave and upright shed blood and tears.

No matter who you are, no matter where you come from, no matter what your previous position, as long as you have a conscience, as long as you are willing to join Far Harbor and become a partner of justice, Far Harbor will do everything in its power to protect the safety of the families of the brave. So that the hero no longer has to worry about.

Such a declaration also sank the hearts of the smart people whose faces changed slightly in the audience.

What happened today is just new material for the war between Far Harbor and the Council. Related reports, interviews and programs can also enrich the nightlife of Far Harbor people and increase their loyalty and recognition, but the hidden meaning behind it, But enough to make the whole world look at it.

It's equivalent to the far port saying - don't worry and be bold and be the second or fifth boy, I have the ability to help you figure it out.

The most embarrassing thing is the council. The immature press spokesman that hastily formed the Star Court can only clamor for Kant to kidnap citizens of the council. spread.

Because the gossip not only spread in the city, but also roared down from the sky, the large passenger plane that has been flying over the stratosphere over the vast territory of the council dropped a drone downward, and the space beacon that adjusted its orientation and reached the sky over the city suddenly unfolded , tons and tons of propaganda material fell like cannonballs.

The industry that was taken over from the British devils is a printing factory, which designs publicity materials and starts printing.

—Because for the commoners, this is excellent quality, clean and soft paper!

Whether it's wrapping things, sticking to the wall, padding the table, wiping the butt, or doing anything, expensive paper is now completely free of money, not for nothing, after all, it's paper!

There was no way to fight back, and there was no way to do anything about it. The content of these propaganda materials spread uncontrollably, and according to reports, there were even rumors among the soldiers.

The congressmen can only send people to refute the rumors, while incompetent and furious.

Because they can't do anything except refute rumors, otherwise it's the default.

The gloomy air once again permeated the Tower of All-Seeing.