Duke of Grief

"Mr. Nadal, are you really going to say nothing?" Kylophil's face was filled with a smile, his eyes narrowed, his body leaned forward slightly, and said in a low voice, "You can tell me in a low voice, just tell me Just one person, I promise not to tell others."

Nadal's hands were locked in handcuffs, his feet were also handcuffed, and the iron chain was firmly tied to his body, preventing him from even moving his hands and feet freely.

His face was sullen, his mouth squeezed, and he said nothing.

As an active member who wanders between the major planes all year round, he knows exactly what a paladin in the world of Assatom looks like!

They are all old oil seeds, and if it is not for their personal confession, others cannot even tell if they are paladins.

Even though their bodies are filled with the power of the Holy Light, they have everything to eat, drink and gamble. If necessary, they will even go to recruit prostitutes, just to undercover into some groups to search for the information they want.

However, contrary to their external performance, their will is extremely firm and their beliefs are extremely fanatical.

No matter what kind of temptation, it is difficult to corrode the hearts of this group of paladins. Even a paladin who seems to have five poisons and is uninhibited will never do anything contrary to his heart-so, some organizations are trying to judge Whether the newcomer is a paladin, he will also specifically arrange a murder mission as a nomination.

It’s just commonplace for this group of old Yuzis, and Nadal knows his own evil, so he can’t believe anything about the paladin in front of him!

Faced with their own evil, they panicked without changing their faces.

Without getting the desired answer, Kailuo Feier smacked his mouth, looked at Nadal disappointedly, and shook his head and sighed: "Nadal, why don't you learn to be a good one? You must answer me with severe punishment, then you will answer ?"

"I won't even say a word even if you use a punishment on me." Feeling the warm sunlight on his back, Nadal frowned.

He transformed his body with transforming, and covered up the dark mist that haunted him, but the paladin was able to directly find his place. Obviously, this was the **** of brilliance.

In the face of the deity, he was only a member of the general public, and he was difficult to resist.

Looking at him in silence, Kelofir frowned.

After catching this guy, he brought this guy back as quickly as possible. After letting the priest dispel the magic, he began to interrogate this guy, but after an hour has passed, this guy still has nothing. Say.

He knew that this guy was also infected with the night ghost plague. This is a ruthless person, not only ruthless to others, but also to himself. If such a person uses this ruthlessness in evil things, it will be given to the mainland. People cause great trouble.

So he had to rush out all the answers he wanted to know before night fell.

But this guy didn't cooperate at all. After an hour passed, he didn't answer his question positively.

Seeing sorrow climbed to Kailofil's eyebrow, Nadal sneered.

Anyway, now he is not saved. Since the moment he was caught by this legendary paladin, he has understood his situation.

The deity has already come out in person, he has no possibility of escape at all, even if the radiant **** will not pay attention to it all the time, as long as he is watched by this legendary paladin, he cannot escape.

Even if he is an extraordinary mage himself, but facing a legend, he has no power to resist.

He is not that kind of very powerful, so powerful that he can defeat the legend without the help of [legendary posture]. He is just a fairly ordinary transcendent. In this world, transcendents like him do not have ten thousand but also five thousand. .

All his accomplishments are on the "Plague", and the legendary paladin sitting in front of him is not afraid of any plague. The Holy Light that fills the entire body can keep him in the best condition even if he has not noticed himself. If it is already poisoned, the body will automatically break down the toxin and heal itself.

All legends are monsters, they are just wearing a human skin, and the inside has been completely changed.

"Nadal, I think you'd better explain your partner's whereabouts and the treatment of the night ghost plague, otherwise, I will really start to do it!" Kailuofeier's eyes were stunned when he realized Nadal's disdain. Shen Sheng said.

This time it is no longer a threat, but a ‘warning’!

He is willing to dedicate all of his own for the cause of justice. He has lived as a legend for more than two hundred years and has been running endlessly for the people of this world.

In the past two hundred years, he is very clear that the means is not important, as long as he can get the results he wants, then it is worth the effort.

He was able to use criminal confessions to obtain the information he wanted without any burden, and he could shamelessly attack a stronger villain than himself-in his view, all this is worth it.

What is lost is only his own face, but he can therefore protect the world and people. Is there anything more profitable than this?

"I don't have any associates," Nadal replied lightly, and then his mouth suddenly cracked, and he smiled and put his face on his face, "As for the cure for the night ghost plague, you never want to get it! During the time when the city gate opened in the morning, Some people have already carried the virus and left, the surrounding city-states, Mendes continent, everyone will be caught in the fear of'night ghosts'!"

However, to Nadal's expectation, Kailofil suddenly laughed, "Oh, you are the plague that was released last night!"

The laughter of Nadal stopped abruptly. Two seconds later, he reacted, his anger rushed to his brain, and rushed forward, but he tied the iron chain tied to the wall behind him.

Nadal glared, his face twisted, his teeth gritted, and he asked geologically: "You fucking... slap me?!"

Kelofel smiled and shrugged his shoulders, undecided.

"... your fucking!!!" After a few seconds of silence, Nadal growled wildly.

He kept shaking his body, making the chain straight again and again. He wanted to hit his head with this grinning, paladin, but every time it was very close.

But a moment later, as the wizard's reason returned to Nadal's brain, he suddenly calmed down, his chest fluctuated and his breathing was intense.

"Oh, huh..." He smiled again, his eyes narrowed with sarcasm, "What if you blame me? Anyway, you will never get a cure, you will take it with you" Deceive the people', spread the reputation of lying to the world, and turn into undead with me, life is better than death... Then, together, I become disgusted with life! Join me to destroy this world, destroy all life in this world!"

"Treatment?" Kelofir asked with his arms embracing and smiling eccentrically.

Nadal was sluggish again, and then his eyes were instantly congested, and the green muscles on his forehead jumped straight.

But this time, he clenched his teeth tightly, preventing himself from saying anything.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Nadal."

It seems to know that he can no longer talk from him~www.NovelMTL.com~ The paladin in front of him smiled and stood up, turned and left the cell.

His tight muscles suddenly relaxed, and Nadal moaned silently.

In the face of a legendary paladin who has lived for some time, this old oilman with all his needs... No, crazy!

This kind of madman's thinking is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and even he can't guess what the guy's mind is thinking.

The only thing that can comfort him now is that the madman has finally left, and he no longer needs to suffer anymore...

啷!

The sudden sound of the prison door made Nadal, who was immersed in his own thoughts, suddenly wake up, turned his head and looked, a familiar and strange figure came into view.

Nadal's pupils contracted sharply, "You--"

Carofield carrying a cross walked into the cell where Nadal was held again with a big smile, and on his other hand was a small blood-stained box.

"Let you wait a long time, Mr. Nadal."

He walked behind Nadal and thrust the cross on the ground. Kelofel smiled at Nadal, who turned his head in horror, with a smile on his face.

He put the small box on the ground aside, then opened the lid, and at the same time opened his body to show Nadal a clear cut.

...Torture tools!

Nadal's eyes widened and he saw Kailofil standing up and came slowly towards him, and he began to shake his head in panic, "No, no, no..."

"Mr. Nadal, the next step is torture time."

The paladin grinned happily, but there was no smile in his narrowed eyes.

Suddenly a cold air burst, Nadal subconsciously held his breath and his mind was blank.

"are you ready?"

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