In fact, there was more than one such rat. Iron Axe looked at the captured man with a blank expression, "You're the third person to jump off the ship and escape. The refugees also said that you're not from the Western Region. Do you have any last words?"
The two people who were caught earlier, after cutting off two of their fingers with their short swords, immediately confessed everything about their origins and purpose. Of course, their corpses had already been thrown into the canal. Iron Axe had never been a soft-hearted person. His experience in Iron Sand City had taught him that the best way to deal with this kind of hidden probing was to cut off the hands that had reached out to him one by one. But to his surprise, this guy, whose hands were tied and who was kneeling on the ground, looked very healthy and didn't seem to be sick.
Could it be that he was sent by some force?
"I'm not your enemy." Iron Axe was slightly startled by his first words. "My name is Hill Fawkes. Theo knows my name!"
…
At this time, Theo hadn't left the dock area. After being called over by Iron Axe's men, he looked at Hill and curled his lips, "This man is a subordinate of Black Hammer."
"Not one of your men?" Iron Axe asked.
"It has nothing to do with me. He's just a rat who has just entered the profession."
"You deceived Black Hammer and also deceived Skeleton Fingers," Hill suddenly said, "You're not working for Timothy, but for His Highness Roland Wimbledon of the Western Region!"
"He knows too much." Theo made a throat-slitting gesture to Iron Axe, "The best place for this person to go is the bottom of the canal."
He continued to say: "I've heard the contents of the mercenary's propaganda. We can cooperate! I'm willing to work for His Highness Roland! "
"His Highness doesn't need the loyalty of a rat," Iron Axe pulled out his sword.
"I'm not a rat, I'm … a free citizen of King's City. I'm Timothy's enemy!" Hill shouted.
"Wait," Theo stopped Iron Axe and walked in front of him. The latter raised his head and fearlessly looked at the guard, his eyes seeming to be burning with something.
"So that's how it is … This is the answer I couldn't figure out when I first met him, Theo thought. His eyes were filled with hatred. This hatred was so intense that even though he had deliberately concealed it, he could not completely conceal his anger.
"Tell me, why do you want to serve His Highness?"
"I do live in the North City District, and I occasionally go to the Underground Trumpeter's to drink. But I didn't lose all my property in gambling, and my wife didn't run away with someone else..." Hill gnashed his teeth and said, "She was killed by Timothy!"
The story was not complicated, and Theo quickly figured out the ins and outs.
He and his wife were originally members of the Pigeon and Top Hat Acrobatic Troupe, and they often performed in the inner city of the Royal City. The acrobatic troupe was not big. There were only seven people, but the atmosphere was very harmonious. As the only woman in the group, his wife was pursued by everyone. In the end, Hill won and won her heart. The days after their marriage were very sweet. It wouldn't be long before the two of them saved up enough to buy a house in the inner city. But all of this was destroyed by Timothy's witch hunt. Under the leadership of Langley, the patrols were like a group of mad dogs, wantonly arresting suspects. His wife was also one of the unfortunate ones who was mistakenly arrested.
Hill Fawkes thought that as long as he paid the ransom, his wife would be released, or at the very least he would be able to see her in prison. The warden accepted the ransom, but he didn't release her, he didn't even agree to his request to visit her in prison. Instead, he comforted him by saying that after a while it was confirmed that his wife wasn't a witch, she would naturally be released. Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the worse. When he was informed to go to the prison to get his wife back, what he saw was a scarred corpse.
Hill angrily demanded an explanation from Langley, but in the end, the warden, the head of the prison, and the guards were only sentenced to ten lashes and a fine of twenty-five silver royals, while he received three Golden Dragon as compensation. Such a sentence was completely unacceptable to Hill, he even found the highest person in charge of the patrols, Steelheart Knight Sir Weimar, but it still didn't help. Sir told him that Langley was a trusted follower of Timothy Wimbledon, and that the new patrols were also his minions. At the same time, the witch hunt was His Majesty's order, even the Minister of Justice Pyle wouldn't say a word for him.
So Hill decided to take revenge on the new King, but he didn't expect that this decision would be approved by all his acrobatic troupe partners. However, a group of actors with no fighting skills, no wealth, and no subordinates wanted to take revenge, which was almost impossible to achieve. The only thing Hill could think of was to collect information about Timothy and provide it to his enemies, such as the Queen of Clearwater Garcia. One after another, they joined different Black Street organizations and went undercover to collect any clues related to the new King.
It was also for this reason that he secretly monitored Theo's movements. If Timothy wanted to expel these refugees, he should try his best to stop him. But before he could take any action, the demonic plague broke out, and Theo also stopped the transportation of refugees. Until today, Hill found that these people were once again on the move. In order to find out what was going on, he simply played the role of a refugee and blended into the crowd. The result was that he found out that the real person Theo was working for was Roland Wimbledon, the 4th Prince of Graycastle.
There was no doubt that, as one of the candidates to compete for the throne of Graycastle, he was also Timothy's archenemy.
Probably in Hill's eyes, as long as he could overthrow the new King, he wouldn't hesitate to work for the devil.
"One last question, when you blended into the crowd to gather information, didn't you think about the possibility that you would be infected?" Theo asked with great interest, "I don't think that a person with a goal of revenge would despise his own life like this."
"I have the antidote," Hill said, "It's in my underwear pocket, my friends in the acrobatic troupe spent most of their family fortune to buy it for me from the black market."
Theo reached into his pocket and pulled out a transparent bottle with the thickness of an index finger, which seemed to be filled with a blue liquid. He handed the bottle to Iron Axe, "The Church's Holy Elixir … I think His Highness should be interested in this thing."
"This man …" Iron Axe took the bottle and asked, "What do you think?"
"Well," Theo touched his chin, if it was a normal day, he wouldn't have the time to verify the veracity of Hill's words, he would only choose the safest method and directly send him on his way. However, there was someone in the camp who could accurately judge whether he was lying or not, "I would like to ask Miss Nightingale to verify it."
…
In the evening, Theo returned to the Underground Trumpeter.
Black Hammer's spirit was obviously not very good, the recent spread of the demonic plague had caused the tavern's business to drop to a freezing point, and the silver ring and the earthen jar being infected had only exacerbated his uneasiness.
Hill acted as if nothing had happened, as usual he sat in front of Theo in a slightly reserved manner.
The guard showed a slight smile, and threw a small bag of Golden Dragon coins in front of Black Hammer, "You don't need to be so depressed, I want to tell you some good news, we have business again."
Black Hammer counted the coins and put them in his pocket, weakly saying, "I don't want to accept any business. Now that the demonic plague is running rampant, who would dare to wander outside? The money we earn isn't even enough for everyone to buy the Holy Elixir. Do you know how much a bottle of elixir can be sold on the black market? At least 25 Golden Dragon coins! "
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