I finally caught the old goat, well, actually, after he fell down into the basement, he fell asleep.
A sleeping person, even if he knows some weird things, he can't use them, right?
I rubbed my sore thighs and climbed up, kicked him hard, then raised my head and shouted to the people watching the excitement at the basement stairs, "Someone help me tie him up and send him to my room. I Pay him three silver coins!”
*
At this moment, I was standing next to the bed, casually picking up the wooden stool next to me. After thinking about it, I changed it to a copper candlestick. It seemed that I understood that I was looking for something suitable and helped me get the old man in. Bing politely handed me a rough leather whip and winked at me, "Use this, girl. There is my secret ointment on it, but it is mixed with a lot of pepper. It only costs one silver coin."
Gritting my teeth, I took it and said, "Close the door, he will scream soon!"
"Okay! Have a nice day!"
*
This is the first time I plan to torture someone. In my mind, there are only a few types of punishments. I held the whip in my hand and looked up and down at the old man sleeping on the bed. After a while, where should I whip him?
Suddenly, I discovered something. I saw that his ears seemed different from those of ordinary people. His ears were a little sharp, but not as long as those of elves. Moreover, there was a string of heavy ornaments hanging on his earlobes, which must have been hidden just now. Under his thick curly hair, so I didn't see it.
I held my breath and leaned over to take a closer look. It was a string of pure black gems, carved into the shape of seeds, with streaks of blue electric light shining on them. That thing suddenly reminded me of a travel note that Dallion read to me not long ago.
It is said that the traveler crossed the maelstrom of the Endless Sea and reached the continent of Kalimdor on the other side of the sea.
There, he went deep into a mountain village in the mountains.
The people there have been intermingling with the elves for hundreds of years, and there are half-elves with sparse bloodlines called Hafo everywhere.
They were not accepted by the elves, but they prided themselves on being noble, so they carved the seeds of the World Tree out of obsidian, a specialty there, and wore them on their bodies.
Perhaps due to the blood of elves, they are taller and live longer than ordinary people, and they have some blood abilities that only elves have.
This old man must be a Harvard, so maybe I know a better punishment than whipping to make him scream.
Elves are famous for their almost morbid love for their hair and beards, and when Haval woke up and found that his head had turned into a smooth egg, he might have gone crazy!
The scene in my mind made me feel extremely comfortable. I immediately threw away the whip in my hand and pulled out the dagger from my waist.
The cold light shone, the sword flowers flew, and in a blink of an eye, I shaved the beard on his face cleanly.
It was only then that I discovered that he was not an old man at all. He was a middle-aged man with a good appearance, a high nose bridge, hard lip lines, and lines on his face as if carved by a knife.
I suddenly realized that no matter how hard I tried, he could not turn into an egg. Perhaps, he could only become a piece of unbaked hard bread.
I sighed while shaving his hair. After doing that, the dagger turned in my hand, and I put it back into the leather holster on my waist.
Now I just need to wait for him to wake up, and then move the mirror in front of him, so that I can enjoy his collapse!
