Night is coming. Amy took Ella into the cabin where the savage lived.
Ever since he failed to tame Movaraniga, the savage has been going crazy. No one wanted to live with him, so Amy had to put him in a separate cabin on the first floor. Opening the door, the room was dark. Amy held up the lamp and shined it inside, and immediately several mice dispersed with a squeaking sound. The savage hugged his knees and huddled in the corner, shivering. Although the oil lamp was placed on the table, the savage never used it.
"Bobo?" Ella took a few steps closer, "Bobo? Can you hear my voice?"
The savage's body suddenly trembled, and before Ella could get close again, he ducked under the bed.
Ella sighed. If she wanted to defeat a thousand soldiers in front of everyone, there was no other way but to arrange a magic circle on the field in advance. But Bobo, who has mastered this magic, is in such a state that even if he agrees to draw the magic circle, something will probably go wrong.
"It would be nice if Mvaranaga was smaller," Amy complained, "then we could ask her some questions. But it's as big as an island, and we don't know where its head is buried. "
"I'm afraid she doesn't know more than I do. Drague has already told us a lot about spirits. The damage they cause to living people should not be irreversible."
"Even if it takes a while, he will recover. But at the current progress, I'm afraid he won't be able to catch up with the ceremony on the island."
"Maybe there is a way to speed up recovery. Since they have mastered this magic, maybe they also know the corresponding cure method?"
"Even if there were, we wouldn't be able to ask." Amy said helplessly. "Maybe the person who masters this healing method is the person we are planning to cure."
"No, there is still a little hope!" Ella remembered something. "Since those assassins taught the local rebels how to use magic circles, they might also teach the corresponding healing methods."
"What does your Majesty mean?"
"Early tomorrow morning, I will go see those prisoners of war."
Those prisoners of war were all locked up in dungeons. But Ella did not encounter any resistance when she wanted to see them. She was only stopped by the guards at the entrance of the dungeon for a while. After informing Osomat, the guards lowered their heads and let her in.
Some of this group of prisoners of war would have been sacrificed to the Sun War God yesterday morning. Although the sacrificial ceremony was stopped by Tesosomoc, as rebels and prisoners of war, their fate was still very miserable. The passages of the dungeon were stained with blood, and teeth and fingernails that had been pulled out could be seen everywhere. The prisoners of war in the cells were not only stripped of all their clothes, but their skins were also covered with whip marks.
When Ella entered, many of them just raised their eyelids and glanced at Ella and stopped talking. Some people even spat softly in the corner. Ella knew they all held a grudge against her, after all, she was the culprit behind the failure of the rebellion.
She coughed awkwardly in the cell and said:
"You were caught rebelling, and I can't interfere. But now you have a chance. I need to inquire about something. If anyone can answer it, I can make a request to the local Tratoani to reduce your punishment..."
"You're lying here again! That night you said you were going to attack Osomat, but it turned out they were not colluded together!" Someone in the crowd interrupted Ella, "Falled into the hands of the Aztlan Empire. We have no intention of living, so stop being so pretentious over there!"
"There's no need to be so pessimistic." Ella explained, "Originally, you were going to be sacrificed during the ceremony. But Quetzalcoatl doesn't like human sacrifice. Didn't all your friends who were dragged to the altar be sent back, right? ?”
"You mean we won't die?"
"Judging from the current situation, not necessarily."
"Since you are not going to die, what reason do we have to help you?"
"you……"
Ella was choked and speechless.
"If you don't die, that is the result of His Majesty's interference." Amy threatened from the side, "But if you refuse to cooperate, then His Majesty will have to reconsider his treatment of you."
"Look! The poisonous snake still showed its fangs!" Someone scolded from below, "This cruel woman was still pretending to be a good person just now!"
The prisoners all sneered and shook their heads, no longer answering any of Ella's questions.
Ella walked out of the cell angrily.
"What's wrong with these people! My proposal is beneficial to them, can't they see it?"
Dast's voice suddenly floated from the side: "That's under rational circumstances. But people are easily affected by hatred, especially when they are in a group, they are more likely to be incited. I'm afraid someone said something inside If you die generously, others will respond. It is difficult to make these prisoners think rationally."
"Master?" Ella looked at Dust leaning against the cell door in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Disciple, you asked me how to defeat a thousand people before. I have to think of some way, right?" Dast smiled and waved his hand towards Ella, "Follow me, your master has already learned something about curing that Clues to the savages.”
"Clue?" Ella asked impatiently, "What clue?"
"The name of the leader of those assassins is Citralmina, and she is a disciple of Master Querakiri. She had been lurking here for a long time before the action the day before yesterday."
"I know this too," Amy said.
"Then you know that when Sitralmina taught them the basic usage of the magic circle, someone once had the same symptoms as our savage. However, under Sitralmina's herbal treatment, he recovered within a few days. Are you more than half recovered?"
"Is there such a thing?" Ella was a little surprised, "So, the savage's disease can really be cured with herbal medicine?"
"And because of this accident, the patient did not participate in the rebellion the night before yesterday, but was placed in a remote place to recuperate. Therefore, he was not arrested. Do you know about this matter?"
Amy couldn't help but ask: "Where did you get this information? You've only been here three days, right?"
"Hey, do you want to know? A gold coin."
"Go back to you!" Amy urged, "Say quickly."
Dust raised three fingers mysteriously.
"Three days in total. On the first night, I got drunk at Osamarit's. You all know that."
"At noon the next day, my disciple came over to ask. After asking, I had nothing to do, so I went to drink and got drunk for the second time. That night, I felt that I had not drunk enough, so I went to the pub again and drank all night. I was very drunk. , finally climbed back into the cabin.
"Then on the crucial third day, that is, this morning, I went to drink again... Before I even drank, the information came! So, never underestimate the effect of alcohol!"
"You are not helping His Majesty to get information at all, you just want to drink!" Amy said angrily, "It's just that you were lucky, and you overheard it!"
"Hey... I've been discovered. But even so, I have contributed a lot, so you can't afford the gold coins." Dast patted his chest proudly, "Groups are easily incited, and a single person can be easily incited." That’s good advice. Even if he doesn’t care about his own life, he will definitely tell everything he knows for the sake of the safety of his companions in the cell!”
(End of chapter)
