The Emerald Tower

Dean temporarily left the barracks canteen, and walked straight to the barracks’ prison, a house almost separated from the barracks. There was only one floor. There was a shed on the roof, where the guards could clearly see everything around. On the front and back of the house, there is also a guard, which cooperates with the guard on the roof. It can be said that there are no dead ends here.

Although there is only one prisoner in the prison, Huck makes proper arrangements for Dean's importance to prisoners.

"Lord, deputy head!"

The guards at the door and the roof said at the same time.

In his own territory, obviously there is no need for such trouble. Dean just nodded, then motioned to Huck to take the key to open the prison door and walked straight in.

Huck did not follow Dean's sign, but stood there with the guard at the door.

Dean walked in slowly, and there was a creak and crunch from under his feet, and the sound of loose wooden boards, although since he took over, the entire territory was changing with each passing day.

However, the prison still retains everything from the time of Baron De Fendi.

Remove the prisoners.

During the Defendi period, a considerable number of ‘prisoners’ were held here. Most of them consisted of miners who could not pay taxes or wanted to escape from the iron ore.

However, after Dean took over, these innocent people were acquitted.

[Long] [wind

The only prisoner is the assassin who once wanted to assassinate him.

Regarding the assassin’s imprisonment, no one in the entire Zelgaon would object. In fact, if it had not been for Dean, he wanted to ask if the other party had an accomplice. The assassin had long been hanged at the gate of the town; however. Even so. Because of the relationship between the opponent and the Chiyan Mercenary Group, the Zelgaon leader became more and more resistant to the mercenaries who were already on alert and disgust.

Some militiamen even treated these mercenaries as being similar to bandits in private.

Although this is a bit biased, it is not entirely wrong.

Dean just left it alone.

Crunch, crunch...

The sound of loose wooden boards reverberated in this corridor, one by one with iron fences, and Dean could see the assassin at a glance without more prisoners.

same. That assassin can see Dean too

"You want to see me?"

Dean stood outside the cell, looked at each other, and said.

The opponent's left hand and left leg have completely lost their proper appearance. They are not only **** and bloody, but some bone scum highlights the flesh.

Obviously, Huck followed Dean's orders very seriously.

"What do you want, let me go, I will tell you everything!"

The assassin said directly, with a trembling tone.

There is both fear and pain.

As Dean said to the other party for the first time, ‘you are not a dead man! ’

The opponent is not a dead man. There isn't even a place to touch the dead, although it has good strength. But the palms, the skin are fair, and the real face does not have the slightest sense of wind and frost.

Obviously this is a guy whose life is very moist, maybe he is a nobleman.

This was the guess that Dean had when he first saw him.

And because of this speculation, Dean used the most direct and rude way to deal with each other. This is the most favorite way for the real dead, but the most feared way for others.

A week or so.

The other party began to beg for mercy. This did not surprise Dean. Even the other party was able to last for a week, which surprised Dean. After all, according to Dean’s guess, the other party only lasted for about three days at most; however, Thinking of the other party's bold assassination and the still eye-catching layout, Dean was relieved that the other party was not a wine bag or rice bag, and even from the perspective of a nobleman, the other party was pretty good.

It is natural for such people to insist more.

Of course, because of this, Dean was more careful about the opponent.

"Tell me all? Well, I think for the time being that you are begging me for mercy...then start with your identity!"

Dean smiled and looked down at each other.

"My name is John Clay and I am one of the advisors of Prince Gausai Fender!"

The assassin reported his origin.

"Clay?"

Dean recalled for a moment, and realized that there was such a power beside Fender that was not so conspicuous, but it did exist.

"So, Mr. Clay, are you responsible for the things on the Emerald Frost Elf?"

Dean continued to ask, and there was a hint of the overall situation in his words.

As the prince of the high game, before he truly became the king of the high game, Fender was absolutely outstanding, not only as a prince, but also in charge of the intelligence system of the high game; however, even Fender had everything. He did it himself, and he couldn't really read all the information.

Therefore, most of the consultants and staff next to the other party will intervene to help Fender manage; and some will be dispatched to various places on the premise that these places have important value.

And as the Frost Nobleman whose emeralds were slightly declining, obviously, he was barely enough for this qualification.

"Yes!"

The assassin nodded.

"Who else is there except you?"

Dean looked at each other and asked something more substantial.

"Also...there are Sealane and Parker!"

The assassin hesitated a bit, but when Dean squinted his eyes, he immediately confessed that kind of killing intent, which always scared him.

He doesn't want to die!

If it wasn't for fear of death, he could bite his tongue and kill himself instead of being tortured and panting here.

"Are Silane and Parker Frost Nobles?"

Dean nodded in satisfaction and continued to ask.

"No, they are just ordinary spies, I am their leader..."

The assassin who has already said two names. No more consideration. Start to tell the whole story. And Dean's questioning continued; this process of questioning and answering lasted about half an hour.

"Very well, I like people who cooperate... After a while, I will ask someone to send you some medicine and food. They will make you feel that everything you give is worthwhile; of course, there is a small test , I will pick some questions and write them on paper for you to answer! Don’t worry. It’s what you just said... I expect their answers to be consistent!"

Dean said with a smile.

However, the assassin in the prison shivered.

Because, he subconsciously thought of what he would encounter if the answers were inconsistent.

Ignoring the other person with fear on his face, Dean left the barracks and prison straight away. After returning to his room, he took out a piece of parchment and wrote some questions about the excerpts from the words that the assassin said before, and then accompanied it with a The bottle of light healing potion was handed to Huck.

"Let that guy write it again, at the same time. During the treatment period, you have to take three more people to guard him!"

Dean ordered.

"Ok!"

Huck nodded. Turned around and left, without the slightest retort.

After all, the assassination that day showed that the opponent's strength was definitely not weak, at least stronger than him.

About an hour later, Huck returned with the parchment full of answers.

Dean took the parchment and looked at the neat handwriting carefully, showing that the other party had a good education, and the extra answers showed the other party's anxiety.

The other party obviously played some tricks and didn't tell him everything truthfully.

So that in his ‘re-examination’, he had to make some explanations.

Make the answer complete and correct.

"Huck, go and cut off his intact right big toe and tell him I don't like this trick!"

Dean threw the parchment on the table and said coldly.

Huck had nothing to say, and after nodding his head, he walked away quickly.

"It will take a few more rounds...Frost Swordsmanship, Frost Swordsmanship..."

Dean leaned back in his chair and murmured in a low voice.

For Dean, the value of that assassin's existence was nothing more than Frost Swordsmanship from beginning to end, and everything else was just a preliminary foreshadowing.

However, for the final result, Dean doesn't mind making the foregrounding more authentic and reliable.

Therefore, for the next three days, the assassin suffered some continuous pain because Dean would not only put some of the things inquired on that day in the assessment of the "re-examination", but also the previous days. Some questions are placed inside, and this naturally increases the difficulty.

However, whenever the assassin answered ‘correct’ in the true sense, in addition to the food and medicine he should have, Dean would give some extra medicine to relieve the other’s suffering.

After getting the extra medicine for the first time, the assassin was obviously more honest.

In the two answers yesterday, they did not play any tricks, and even proactively told Dean something in exchange for more drugs.

After all, if the opponent's hands and feet have more medicine, it is not incurable.

Dean knows this well, because he knows exactly what he is doing. It is like domesticating a beast. The combination of whip and food ~www.readwn.com~ will always be effective. .

Especially after a period of concentrated lashing, this effect will become more obvious.

Reading through the parchment from Huck again, Dean stood up, holding two bottles of secondary healing potions in his hand. This was Ike's new work.

In this regard, Dean once again lamented Ike's talent.

"My lord, do you want to go in person?"

Huck looked at Dean in surprise.

"Well, what the other party knows is about to dig, only some core parts are left and there is not much time for me. After all, my southbound itinerary has been set!"

Dean picked up the parchment he had accumulated over the past few days and answered like this.

Huck nodded, he naturally knew that his loyal adult was leaving tomorrow.

ps first update~(to be continued...)()