"Ow …"
Caster almost jumped up from the ground, but before he could close his mouth, a rope was wrapped around his body. With a forceful pull, he was tied to the bamboo in the corner.
The pain in his crotch made him draw in a cold breath, and his mind went blank.
Meg, who was standing at the side, retracted his leg instinctively. He was suddenly glad that Camilla didn't use this method to wake him up. Otherwise, the story would have gone in a different direction.
"Tell me, which way do you want to die?" Camilla asked coldly as she took out a set of leather whips and candles. She raised her hand and whipped Caster's face, leaving a deep bloody mark on his face.
Caster was jolted awake by this whip. Although his crotch was in excruciating pain, he still clamped his legs and tried to look at Camilla. He panicked and hurriedly said, "Countess Bartoli, this must be a misunderstanding …"
Smack!
Camilla didn't waste her breath. She whipped him again.
Caster grimaced in pain from the whipping. That whip was full of barbs, and every whip brought down a string of flesh. The pain was imaginable.
"You're here for me, aren't you?" Connie said to Caster with clenched fists as she walked up to him.
"Miss, may I know who you are? There might be some misunderstanding between us … "Caster looked at Connie, and tried to force a smile while enduring the pain. His heart had already sunk to the bottom, and his brain was spinning rapidly. He didn't expect to fall into someone else's hands today.
"Liar, you're obviously Gary's lackey. I saw you standing with Gary at the Falk Tribe's banquet with my own eyes! You're the ones who killed my father, mother, and my family! "Connie punched Caster's chin, and a few of his teeth flew out.
"Cough, cough …" Caster coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, and looked at Connie innocently. "Seems like you've got the wrong person. I don't know you, and I don't know any Gary. I'm just an ordinary merchant … Please let me go. I have parents and children to take care of …"
"You …" Connie looked at Caster with hesitation. Did she really get the wrong person?
"Karst, nicknamed Vulture, from Donsener Town in the Roth Empire. He fled the empire in his early years because he killed his wife in a drunken stupor. After that, he traveled the continent and became an intelligence merchant. He also built a huge intelligence network on the Norland Continent that covered all the races. He made a lot of money by selling intelligence and information. Vulture is very mysterious, and very few people know what he looks like. It's said that he had changed his appearance many times, and is no longer the same as before. "Mag looked at Caster with a smile, and said," How many more skins are hidden under this skin? "
Caster stared at Mag with a deadly gaze. His stiff face was twitching, and there was fear in his eyes. Just as he had guessed, this fellow wasn't a simple chef and restaurant owner. However, from the looks of it now, he might not have the chance to find out his identity completely.
Mag saw that Kast had silently agreed to his words, so he continued with a smile, "If you tell me how you helped Gary plot the rebellion and killed the chief of the Falk Tribe, I might be able to let you die a quick death."
"Since I'm going to die for sure, why am I still talking to you? Is your brain kicked by a donkey?" Caster sneered at Meg. "Are you trying to help her take back the chief's position? Ha, let me tell you. You won't succeed. Gary has already controlled the Falk Tribe. What do you have to fight with him? "
Smack!
Camilla's whip landed on him again, and tore off a piece of flesh along with his clothes.
"Ah …"
Caster was trembling from the pain. Interrogation was one of the things he was best at. However, he never thought that he would be tied up one day, and a whip with barbs would land on him.
"Don't talk so much nonsense. Otherwise, I'll use the whip to whip you slowly to death. According to this efficiency, I'll probably need another 1001 lashes to remove all the flesh on your body. But you'll still be conscious at that time, so you can't die even if you want to. I'll use the healing potion to heal your injuries and do it all over again. "Camilla looked at Caster with a smile, and her eyes sparkled with eagerness.
"You … You can't do this to me …" Caster broke down instantly. He struggled to move, but he got another two lashes in return.
The intense pain came from his wounds. Caster swayed left and right, but he couldn't break free from the ropes on his body.
"I'll tell you … I'll tell you everything …" Seeing Camilla raise her whip again, Caster cried out in a sobbing tone.
Smack!
The whip still landed on Caster's body, and tore off a piece of flesh from his thigh.
"I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be so useless. You can't even last three seconds," Camilla apologized without any sincerity. The whip was hanging by her side, and she had no intention of putting it away.
Caster grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to say anything. His gaze landed on Connie, and he said, "Yes, I helped Gary plan that coup. I killed the chief and his wife of the Falk Tribe, as well as all the orcs who supported the chief. I was the one who provided Gary with all the information so that he could kill all the orcs who could lead and change this coup with the highest efficiency in the shortest time possible. "
"And you were the only accident in this plan. If you didn't run away, I would be sitting in the Falk Tribe's palace now, calling Gary my brother, and becoming the Falk Tribe's most distinguished guest. "Caster clenched his teeth, and roared at Connie," Why did you run away?! You ought to have died with your damned father! What right do you have to live alone?! "
"I …" Connie took two steps back instinctively. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and pain. She shook her head and stepped back, not wanting to recall what happened that day.
"You're not the one in the wrong." Right at this moment, a hand pressed gently on her back to stop her from retreating body. Mag said gently, "Don't worry about it.
"B-but 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 used his body to block the door. If it weren't for her, her father might have been able to leave. Endless self-reproach surged in her heart.
"Seeing you survive is your father's greatest consolation." Meg shook his head. He pointed at Caster, and seriously said, "Killing these bad people, avenging your parents, and saving your brother is what you should be doing next. If you can't even withstand the enemy's verbal attacks, what right do you have to go back? "
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