"It's finally over!" Dale's fat face breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being stared at by more than a hundred werewolves almost made him pee his pants. Although he had dealt with werewolves several times, his fear of werewolves had not decreased at all.
Dale's carriage was large but not luxurious. As an ordinary businessman, he was not qualified to ride in a luxurious carriage. Today, the carriage was full of goods. When he left, the goods had been replaced with a small bag of Orc Empire's specialties, so the carriage was very empty at this time.
Gently patting the big bag beside him, Dale's fat face was full of smiles. He proudly murmured, "I've been doing business for ten years, and I don't earn as much as I do today. Thank you, Goddess of Wealth!"
"Reese, speed up, I will reward you when we go back!" Dale was a little uneasy with such a large wealth on him, so he shouted to the coachman.
The coachman, Reese, was a junior warrior and Dale's guard. The fewer people who knew about today's transaction, the better, so Dale only took the most reliable guard.
"Yes, sir." Reese whipped the horse, and the horse pulling the carriage began to run quickly.
Although the horse had sped up, Dale was still not satisfied, but there was nothing he could do. He just said bitterly, "When we go back, I'll change to a warhorse. I've had enough of this horse."
Reese did not answer his words. In fact, both of them understood that it was impossible to buy a warhorse with Dale's identity. A warhorse was a Knight's special horse. It could not be bought with money. Without the corresponding identity, even if he bought it, he would be taken away by the terrible aristocratic arbitral tribunal for blasphemy.
"When I make enough money, we will go to the Duchy of Thunder. I heard that you can use contributions to exchange for a title. When I become a Knight, you will be my knight." Dale's fat face was full of fantasy that his dream had come true.
Hearing no response from Reese, the carriage slowly came to a stop. Dale cursed, "Reese, why did you stop the carriage, you damn bastard?"
When Dale pushed open the door of the carriage and poked his head out, he saw a short knight in blue armor standing beside the carriage. His guard, Reese, a junior warrior, was being held by the neck by the knight with one hand. Reese's whole body was limp at this time. It seemed that he had been directly crushed to death.
It was Abel. How could Abel, who was eager to find a chance to inquire about the news, let go of the human carriage coming out of the werewolf manor? Abel suddenly appeared beside the carriage. Reese was about to attack.....................
........................... Knight........ and....... Knight...............................
.... Originally............................. Who would have thought that with just a light squeeze, he crushed a junior warrior to death. The body of this junior warrior was too weak.
Abel forgot that he usually trained with the intermediate Knight, Lord Marshall. How could he compare the body of an intermediate Knight with the body of a junior warrior? Even a level five Novice Knight was stronger than a junior warrior. It could be seen from the food they ate. Abel's meat every day was the best meat from beasts.
Abel casually threw away the body of the dead coachman in his hand. He did not feel guilty about the death of the coachman. Killing this kind of traitor directly was the lightest punishment. If it was according to the law, the whole family would be exterminated.
Reese's body fell to the ground with a "bang". Dale's fat body couldn't help but tremble, and the fat all over his body shook. Then his teeth began to chatter, making a "ge ge ge" sound. His lower body was wet, and the werewolf scared him to pee finally came out at this time.
Seeing the fat man's dirty look, Abel was angry and amused. This kind of businessman who can betray humans is as timid as a mouse. I really don't know how he can do business with the werewolves.
"Please, don't kill me. I'll give you whatever you want!" Dale begged for mercy in a trembling voice to the Knight in front of him whose face was covered by a helmet. Although he knew that it was not surprising that he would die thousands of times if others knew what he did, his strong desire to survive still made him plead.
"Tell me, what's the relationship between you and the werewolves?" Abel frowned and took a step back. The fat man in front of him was full of stench.
"I just came to deliver food to the werewolves. I didn't do business with them!" Dale quickly explained.
"Business?" Abel directly found the clue he wanted in Dale's words.
"No, no, no business." Dale found that because of nervousness, his usually eloquent mouth made mistakes at this time, so he denied it.
Abel's fingers with iron gloves gently touched Dale's left arm. With a "crack" sound, the bones of Dale's left arm were broken by Abel's light touch.
The strong pain made Dale ready to scream, but Abel's fingers had quickly appeared in front of his eyes. The steel fingers in front of him were like the devil's hand. Dale was so scared that he stopped screaming. His whole body was sweating because of the severe pain, but Dale still resisted the pain and didn't dare to make a sound.
"My patience is limited, and my temper is not good. Every time you lie, I will break one of your bones. You have 206 bones. You still have a lot of opportunities to lie." Abel's voice was very soft, as if he was sitting and chatting with friends.
But to Dale, it was like listening to the terrible devil's language. His whole body trembled even more. He didn't know how many bones there were in the human body. This was the content of the aristocratic Knight's education, but he knew that every bone in the body was broken, it would be a pain worse than death.
"I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth." Dale's psychological defense had been completely defeated by Abel. At this time, he no longer wanted to keep anything and said directly, "I came to trade with the werewolves for auxiliary potions used by professionals. This is the item I exchanged from the werewolves."
Dale pointed to the bag that fell on the ground in the carriage. Abel stepped forward and took the bag in his hand. After opening it, he found that all of them were the same kind of dried flowers. It weighed about 20 pounds in his hand. Abel was not good with flowers and asked, "What is this?"
"This is the soul-catching grass. Ordinary people will be addicted to it and indulge in hallucinations. But it is the main ingredient of most promotion potions. The human world has very little production." Dale saw that there was no danger to his life for the time being, so he told Abel everything he knew.
Abel couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Isn't this a drug? If it's not the main ingredient of the promotion potion, I'm afraid it's the same as the drugs in another world. "
"Tell me, how did you get in touch with the werewolves? Don't tell me you can get in touch with them yourself." Abel asked again.
Dale looked at Abel with some embarrassment. His eyes kept rolling. He was about to think of something to say to evade Abel, but then Abel's iron fingers appeared in front of him again.
"It's the Seventh Prince, Prince Middleton George. I'm his agent in Harvest City." Dale almost cried out a name.
"What a bastard son King Spender George gave birth to!" Abel couldn't help but curse. Then he looked at Dale with a smile and asked, "I've finished asking. Last question, what do you use to save your life?"
Dale seemed to see the hope of survival. The strong desire to survive in his heart made his eyes show humble pleading. He said, "I hid 20,000 gold coins in the basement of Gary's potion shop in Harvest City. There are still a lot of potions in the potion shop. I'll give them all to you. Please let me go."
"Basement? Where is it? "Abel asked.
"Under my bed." As soon as he said this, Dale had found that something was wrong. Abel's way of questioning was an unexpected way of interrogation that he had seen in his previous life. It could be seen in many movies and TV works. Now he tried it. Sure enough, people who hadn't seen movies and TV were directly tricked into talking.
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