"Ouch——"
Custer almost jumped up from the ground, but before he could close his open mouth, a set of ropes was wrapped around his body. He pulled back hard and was tied to the bamboo in the corner.
The pain in his crotch made him gasp for air and his mind went blank.
Mag, who was standing aside, subconsciously retracted his legs, and suddenly felt a little glad that Camilla didn't wake him up in this way, otherwise the story would have gone another way.
"Tell me, which way do you want to die?" Camilla took out a set of whips and candles from somewhere, raised her hand and slapped the whip on Custer's face. He asked coldly, leaving a deep blood mark.
Custer was awakened by the whip. Although his crotch was in excruciating pain, he still crossed his legs and tried his best to look at Camilla. He looked panicked and said quickly: "Countess Bathory, this must be a misunderstanding... …”
"Snapped!"
Camilla didn't talk nonsense, raised her hand and whipped again.
Custer grinned as he was whipped. The whip was covered with barbs. When the whip came down, it brought out strings of flesh and blood. You can imagine the pain.
"You're here to find me, right?" Connie stepped forward, looked at Custer, and said with clenched fists.
"Miss, who are you? There may be some misunderstanding between us..." Custer looked at Connie, holding back the pain, trying to squeeze out a smile, his mood had sunk to the bottom, and his mind was racing. I didn't expect it to fall into someone else's hands today.
"Liar, you are obviously Gaili's lackey. I saw you and Gaili standing together at the Fake tribe's banquet! It was you who killed my father and mother, as well as my relatives!" Connie raised her hand and punched Custer on the chin, knocking out several of his teeth.
"Ahem..." Custer coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, looked at Connie with an innocent face and said, "It seems you have mistaken the person. I don't know you, nor do I know Gary. I'm just a person." I'm just an ordinary businessman...please let me go, I'm old and young..."
"You..." Connie looked at Castor with a bit of hesitation on her face. Could it be that she had recognized the wrong person?
"Custer, nicknamed the Vulture, was a native of Tangsenna Town in the Los Empire. He fled the empire because he was drunk and killed his wife in his early years. After that, he traveled across the continent and became an intelligence businessman. He also established a huge intelligence network on the Nolan Continent. Covering all races and places, they sell intelligence and information and make a lot of profits. The Vulture is extremely mysterious, and few people know his true appearance. It is said that he has changed his appearance several times, and it is no longer the same as before." Mag looked at Custer, Smiling: "How many skins are hidden under this skin?"
Castor's eyes were fixed on Mag, his somewhat stiff face was twitching faintly, and there was fear in his eyes. As he had guessed, this guy was not a simple chef and restaurant owner, but now it seemed that he might not be. The opportunity completely revealed his identity.
Seeing that Custer acquiesced to his words, Mag continued with a smile: "If you tell the truth about how you helped Gally to rebel and killed the chief of the Falk tribe, I might be able to let you die more happily."
"Since you are bound to die, why should I tell you these nonsense? Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?" Custer looked at Mag with a sneer, "Are you trying to help her regain her position as chief? Hey, let me tell you, you can’t succeed, Gaili has already controlled the Fake tribe, what are you going to fight with him for?”
"Snapped!"
Camilla's whip fell on his body again, tearing off a strip of flesh along with his clothes.
"ah--"
Custer's whole body was trembling in pain. Interrogation was one of the things he was best at, but he never thought that one day he would be tied up and a barbed whip would fall on him.
"Don't talk too much, or I will slowly whip you to death with a whip. At this efficiency, it will take about a thousand and one whips to whip off all the flesh on your body. But you were still conscious at that time, you You can't die even if you want to, I will use healing potions to restore your injuries, and then do it all over again." Camilla looked at Custer with a smile, her eyes flashing with eagerness.
"You...you can't do this to me..." Custer collapsed instantly and struggled to move, but was given two whips in exchange.
Strong pain came from the wound, and Custer swayed from side to side, but was unable to break free from the rope.
"I said...I said everything..." Looking at Camilla raising the whip again, Custer almost shouted with a cry.
"Snapped!"
The whip still fell on Custer's body, taking a piece of flesh and blood from his thigh.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so useless that you couldn't hold on for three seconds." Camilla apologized without sincerity. The whip was hanging by her hand, with no intention of putting it away.
Custer grinned in pain, but was too angry to speak. His eyes fell on Connie and said, "Yes, I helped Gary plan the coup and killed the chief and the chief's wife of the Faak tribe. , and all the orcs who support the chief. It was I who provided Gehry with everyone’s intelligence information, allowing him to kill all the orcs who could lead and change this coup in the shortest time and with the highest efficiency.”
"And you are the only accident in this plan. If you had not escaped, I would have been sitting in the palace of your Falk tribe, calling Gary a brother, and becoming the most distinguished guest of the Falk tribe." Castor gritted his teeth. Looking at Connie, she roared: "Why are you running! You should die with your damn father! Why do you live alone!"
"I..." Connie subconsciously took two steps back, her eyes filled with sadness and pain, and she shook her head and stepped back, not wanting to recall what happened that day.
"You were not the one who was wrong." At this moment, a hand gently pressed on her back, resisting her retreating body, and Mag said softly.
"But...but my father was killed because of me..." Connie's tears couldn't stop flowing. She couldn't forget the scene when her father pushed her out of the palace and then blocked the door with his body. If it weren't for her, her father would Perhaps it was possible to leave, but endless self-blame came to my heart.
"Watching you survive is your father's greatest gratification." Mag shook his head, raised his finger and pointed at Custer, and said seriously: "And kill these bad guys, avenge your parents, rescue your Brother, that’s what you should do next. If you can’t even bear the enemy’s words, why should you go back?”
Miaoshuwu
