Duke of Grief

"It's been two days, does he still refuse to say?" The district bishop asked, looking at Kailofil out of the cell, without changing his face.

Kelofel smiled and stroked the hair hanging down his forehead with his **** right hand, and shook his head slightly, "Still refused to say, no matter what I said, he would not say a word... to be honest, now Even if I admire him a little bit, this kind of strict guarding against death is too rare to say anything."

The "admiration" he said was not just casual talk. In the past, he didn't even need to use torture to force confessions. As long as he was caught, those people almost said what they could say, even if they couldn't say it. He would also threaten to say a little.

There are very few villains who are really forced to confess by torture. So far, he has not encountered a villain who can't be pried open his mouth-everyone except the guy in the cell has spoken.

As a paladin, he also has the ability to heal others, so the villain who is forced to confess his torture will often die better.

The light curtain that enveloped the city had dispersed at this time, even the **** of brilliance could not support them too much.

They also recovered those travelers and teams who left the city, but what disturbed them was that they did not know if they had chased everyone back.

They have long learned from the **** of brilliance that this disaster is a plague caused by a'virus', which is contagious-except that they learned from the confusion created by Nadal that this plague is contagious The conditions may be harsh, otherwise the priesthood who previously entered and left the quarantine area may have been infected.

But in any case, this is a plague, which may cause a lot of casualties at any time.

Through the iron railing, the regional bishop's eyes fell on Nadal, who lowered his head. Shen Sheng asked, "Can't he commit suicide?"

Kelofel pouted his mouth in disdain. "Now he can't use any spells at all, and his hands and feet are handcuffed. It is difficult to excrete, let alone commit suicide."

Nadal’s limbs in the cell were diverged by the chain, and the four shackles formed a [anti-magic field]. Only when Kailuofeier was present, he would close the [anti-magic field], while punishing Nadal. While treating his body.

Today, Nadal's body is still intact, he can even be said to be quite healthy, but his spirit is almost close to collapse.

In the face of such a villain, Kailofil will not be merciful. The plague created by this guy has killed many people. If you kill him directly, it will be cheap. You can’t do it for a hundred!

After a moment of silence, the regional bishop sighed and asked, "Do you want to continue? This is contrary to what my lord taught us, so you also..."

Without waiting for the regional bishop to finish his speech, Kelofel patted his shoulder and sneered: "Boy, your knowledge is not enough, so you have this kind of naive idea-you think you are now in prison How many people did the guy in here kill? Let’s not talk about the people he killed indirectly, only those who died directly in his hands, how many do you think?"

After noticing the coldness on Kerofil’s face, the regional bishop shook his head and said nothing more.

"Don't do it!" Kerofel reached out and brushed away the blood from his shoulders for the bishop of the area, his mouth slightly curled up, "I hope you can live longer, take a good look at the evil in this world, they are all unforgivable. ...Okay, I should go for lunch, and continue after lunch."

Having said that, Kailuo Feier took a brisk pace, humming Xiaoqu left the temporary prison of the church.

Seeing the back of the legendary paladin, the regional bishop lamented silently.

He didn't know exactly what the legend had experienced, how many things he saw, and even his 70-year-old man was trained as ‘not aware’.

He didn’t know what a powerful heart the legend had, so he could change his mind so quickly... maybe, is it used to?

At last, he gave Nadal a deep look at the cell, a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, and the district bishop turned and left the prison.

Nadal heard their conversation from beginning to end, sneering.

The lunatic hasn't given up yet, and wants to get answers from him?

Stop thinking!

Even if he died, he would not tell them what he knew...

Nadal's eyes closed, and he was no longer able to resist the drowsiness of sleepiness, and he fell asleep just after closing his eyes.

I don't know how long it took him to wake him up with a severe pain.

"Oh!"

Nadal suddenly opened his eyes, the pain in his right face kept stimulating the brain, and bursts of tingling came one after another, making him desperate.

"Are you awake?"

The paladin who stood in front of him asked with a smile, and when he saw that face that could arouse endless anger with just a glance, Nadal couldn't help but growl: "Your mother, kill me!!! "

Kelofel did not react to Nadal's abuse, still a hippie smile.

After just eating a fairly plain lunch, Kailuo Feier felt full of strength and pinched Nadal's face with his right hand.

He blinked and asked with a smile: "Mr. Nadal, are you still not going to say it?"

"Um--huh!!!"

Nadal struggled fiercely, his eyes red, his emotions extremely excited.

Kelofel didn't let go, because he knew this guy didn't intend to say anything, just wanted to curse.

With a hard hand, he crushed Nadal's jaw.

The smile on his face was still very bright. Kelofir threw away the saliva from his hand, and the other hand condensed the Holy Light, but for a moment, he cured Nadal's injury.

"Ah!" Nadal screamed with the light.

But his eyes were wide open, and his eyes never left the face he hated so much.

Both the fractured jawbone and the congested and swollen right face are healed by the blazing light, but such quick recovery of injuries also has side effects, such as severe pain, and the need to consume the body's energy...

The skinny Nadal's mouth opened slightly, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, but the physical pain did not affect his spirit-those hate-filled eyes stared closely at Kailuofeier.

Seeing his appearance, the paladin shook his head in disappointment, and it seemed that he could not get any information from him.

"Mr. Nadal, I want to tell you something." Looking at Nadal compassionately, Kylofir smiled helplessly, "As a villain, if you have no use value, then you will be killed by me, And now you are worthless to me... did you know? My patience is almost exhausted, so next you have to face a choice that may be very painful for you. "

After a pause, Kelofir smiled and asked: "Are you going to be killed by me like this, or do you choose to say something and make me think you still have use value? Come on, please make a choice, I It’s already impatient. Torture others is actually a kind of psychological torture for me. If I can, I don’t like to be so bloody."

This lunatic... is serious!

Facing each other, Nadal's brain calmed down at once.

Kailofil showed a very sincere smile, but his eyes were all murderous, he just wanted to kill himself!

When he really had to face the choice between life and death... Nadal panicked.

Even when he was tortured, his will did not appear to be shaken, because his subconsciously knew that the madman just wanted to use torture to make him speak, so whether he said it or not, he didn’t will die.

But now, he may be dying?

...No~www.NovelMTL.com~ No, no!

Don't die! He doesn't want to die!

"I..." Nadal opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but suddenly, he'lost his voice'.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

"I……"

Nadalton panicked because his mouth was not under his control!

"……will not……"

No, stop now! Stop now!

"……tell……"

Nadal's eyes widened, and the expression on his face instantly became cruel.

"……you!"

He is finished, even his face is not under his control...

Nadal was filled with despair, but now he was like a bystander, he could only quietly watch his own body being manipulated by others, and... die.

Kailuofeier smiled, silently, looked at Nadal silently.

Suddenly, he laughed again, "...which bone rack are you?"

Hearing the words, Nadal was shocked, and he was overjoyed.

He is still saved--

"Waste!" A cold grin flashed through Nadal's head.

His body burst suddenly and split apart.

Nadal, who had taken back control of his body at the moment of death, left unbelievable consternation.

He did not understand why he had signed the ‘Devil’s Contract’ with the undead monarchs. If he committed suicide or was killed by them, those guys would also be seriously injured.

But in this case, why did those guys kill him...

Looking at the torn apart body, Kailofil took a deep breath.

"It's in trouble..."

Just now, he seemed to feel that a ‘Devil’s Contract’ was in effect.

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