The Emerald Tower

In the barracks prison, Dean once again appeared in front of John Clay.

Compared to the first meeting in prison, the assassin has been treated with drugs for several days, and his appearance has improved slightly.

At least, it looks a little bit different.

Of course, this is not because of the healing potions, but also because of the strength of the opponent's great knight.

Otherwise, it is impossible for ordinary people to achieve such an effect no matter how they are treated.

"grown ups!"

In the prison, the assassin greeted Dean slightly cautiously, because he saw the parchment in Dean's hands. He was not stupid, but he had obviously guessed something.

For this reason, he became a little worried.

After all, the answers he gave still had some tricks.

Although he relied on his own memory to hold it back firmly, after avoiding the spot check by the cunning young man in front of him, he even forced himself to believe that what he said was true.

However, when faced with another spot check by the opponent, he did not have much confidence.

After all, the opponent and the other's subordinates are different.

There is something wrong, if the other party sees it, he is really done.

After getting more food and medicine, it was obvious that the assassin was not willing to be tortured.

"Tomorrow, I will set off to the South!"

Dean started with these words, and at the same time, Yi Yang's parchment in his hand, the meaning couldn't be more obvious-he would really verify the authenticity of these confessions.

But the assassin's face was white, and even sweat was on his forehead.

Because John Clay is very clear about some of the answers, although there is no problem at first glance, but once they are carefully traced. It simply cannot stand the test.

Originally, John Clay only thought that the other party would give this statement to the grand prince in the south for investigation. John Clay knew the situation in the south very well. After his confession was handed over to the Grand Duke Emerald in the south, it was impossible for the Grand Duke to do it himself. It will only be the king of Nangang County.

In terms of Nangang County's attitude towards the Frost Nobles, some things would naturally be fooled.

This is not the Nangang County King's negligence, but just the attitude of the entire Jade towards the Frost Nobles-perfunctory and non-concern.

Where did this trend begin, and it is impossible to pursue it now.

However, with this trend, it is true that the days of Frost Nobles in Jade deteriorating.

As a result, the proud Frost nobles in the past had to form the so-called ‘Seymour’ united family.

John Clay laughed at this more than once.

but. Now he can't laugh anymore!

In the face of life and death, it is either a hero or a fool who can laugh out—and obviously, John Clay is neither the former nor the latter.

"Big, my lord..."

With a begging look, the assassin looked at Dean.

"You really played tricks!"

Dean said flatly.

However, the more plain the tone was, the more John Clay was shocked. His whole body began to tremble, and his voice was trembling even more.

"Lord, lord... forgive, forgive!"

Cold sweat overflowed from John Clay's body.

"So, do you give me a reason to spare you?"

Dean looked at each other and laughed.

"I will tell you everything I know! Everything!"

John Clay said loudly. And, emphasized.

"It seems like this? Forget it, I have already believed in you once. But you have disappointed me—so, now you will cut yourself off for the last time, otherwise, you will definitely feel it in the coming days It feels like being in hell, and I assure you...It is definitely not to survive but to die!"

After Dean finished speaking word by word, he turned and walked out.

"My lord, my lord, please believe me. Believe me! I will tell you everything, please give me another chance!"

John Clay shouted loudly. He seemed to see the departure of life, and then the coming of death. Or even more miserable.

After all, Dean said what made him ‘can’t live or die’.

In this regard, John Clay was unwilling to guess whether what Dean was saying was true or false, and even he didn't even want to think about it, only shouting loudly.

Looking forward to Dean's change of heart.

At the same time, I kept praying in my heart.

And this kind of prayer seemed to have worked, and Dean's footsteps stopped slightly.

"My lord, please, I will tell you everything!"

Immediately, John Clay shouted loudly again.

"is it?"

Dean stopped in a real sense, and turned around.

"really!"

Seeing hope again, John Clay nodded immediately.

"But I don't believe you, but I really want everything you know... So, I have to find a compromise-I will ask questions quickly, and you need to answer quickly. There can be no Hesitate, in the meantime I will add some things that both you and I know...this is insurance!"

Dean said this.

But John Clay was taken aback.

‘Something you and I know? ’

John Clay didn’t know what it was, but he began to notice it secretly from the bottom of his heart; however, before John Clay really adjusted his state, Dean’s problem appeared——

"Where are you from?"

"Gao Sai Wangdu!"

"When will your family begin to be loyal to the Gaosai royal family!"

"One hundred and seventy years ago!"

"What are the foundations of Frost Swordsmanship?"

"Have……"

John Clay was taken aback, but then he woke up. This is what Dean said that both sides knew; he spoke immediately and without hesitation.

John Clay never dared to conceal this-it's all true!

After all, the opponent is also of Frost Noble origin, even if the family is broken, some things will continue to be passed down. Among them are frost swordsmanship and some knowledge.

Starting from the other party being able to recognize the brand on his shoulder, this is what John Clay most confirms.

Even John Clay believed that there was a similar imprint on the opponent's body.

only. His brand is a flame dragon spitting frost; and the opponent's frost dragon should be entwined with flames.

The problem continues.

Dean was interspersed with questions about Frost Swordsmanship in such questions. Moreover, in order to be more certain, the same question was asked more than once.

This makes John Clay's answer more cautious.

And the conversion of thinking back and forth made his energy more and more consumed-on the one hand, the true Frost Swordsmanship training method that cannot be changed at all.

On the other hand, the answer can be ambiguous with words.

This alternate questioning method made John Clay quickly feel dizzy.

However, he gritted his teeth and continued to answer.

He doesn't want to die!

Therefore, he needs to continue to answer. And it was precisely because he didn't want to die, some real secrets, he couldn't just say it like this.

Because John Clay knows very well that only with these secrets in hand can he continue to live.

To know these secrets, but his amulet!

When Dean stopped questioning, John Clay panted quickly and leaned against the wall, as if collapsed. Can't speak at all.

However, when the two bottles of potion were thrown out, John Clay immediately sat up. He caught the two bottles of potions with his full right hand.

"I know you have concealed some things! I don't care about this-because it further shows that you are greedy for life and fear of death, so we can continue to cooperate..."

With such words, Dean left.

And John Clay opened two bottles of secondary healing potions with joy.

Without thinking about it, one bottle was swallowed, and the other bottle fell on the wound-feeling the refreshing sensation in his chest and on the wound, John Clay let out a long sigh of relief.

He thought it was worth it.

He gained another hope of life.

"The other party said that he is going to leave tomorrow? If the other party leaves...no one in this place will be my opponent. This is my chance-no, no, I can't leave like this. I was hurt like this... …Yes, I want revenge. After giving that guy a lesson, leave!"

John Clay looked at his scarred left hand, left leg, and right foot without toes at all, the gloomy and resentful expression in his eyes was as real.

He knew very well that even if he completely recovered, he could no longer reach his original peak state.

The right foot without the toes can hardly make some power and special skills.

The left hand and left leg that have suffered severe injuries may be fine in life, but fighting?

Obviously, this is something he needs to forget forever.

"Damn it! It should be... uh!"

John Clay seemed to imagine how he would be treated when he returned to the family in this appearance, and he immediately screamed.

However, soon, such anger came to a halt.

A severe pain came out of the abdomen and wounds on his body. When John Clay wanted to say something or struggle, it suddenly broke out, making him lose consciousness in the first place.

Black blood flowed from John Clay's mouth and nose ~www.readwn.com~ and the body was convulsed for a few times, and there was no sound.

Dean slowly walked out of the shadows, looked at the opponent's body, checked it again, drew out the long sword, and added a few more swords to the opponent's body. After confirming that the opponent can't die again, this is true. Leave.

For Dean, after getting the Frost Sword, the opponent has no value.

Especially when he is about to leave the territory and head to the south, the opponent who is gradually recovering will only be dangerous.

For such a worthless and dangerous guy, Dean would naturally not leave him behind.

The death of the other party is already doomed!

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