Kieran's memory had always been good.
And so, among the things in Rutter's arms, he saw accessories that had belonged to Pierre, Harold, Cohen, and Joanna.
Plus Herbert's pale face and Lander's panicked expression, Kieran instantly grasped the crux of the matter. Pierre and his men were in big trouble.
Kieran didn't tell Herbert about their whereabouts during their previous conversation, but Herbert didn't.
Kieran had a general idea.
They must have split up to reduce the chances of being discovered.
However, as Pierre and his men's personal belongings were delivered to them, the outcome was self-explanatory.
"Where's the person who delivered the items?"
Kieran asked.
"In the main hall!
He … "
Before Lander could finish, Kieran had already strode into the main hall. Herbert followed closely behind. Lander, who was a little stunned due to his worry, was a little slower.
Inside the main hall, an elderly man was standing there, holding a black walking stick in his hand and wearing a leather shawl.
The shawl wasn't just big, it was unusually thick as well. When it was draped over the elderly man's body, it covered his whole body, preventing others from getting a good look at him.
When the elderly man saw Kieran and Herbert walk in, he immediately showed an uncomfortable smile.
His withered skin and black and yellow teeth added to his smile.
His low, coarse voice made the smile look extremely gloomy.
"Herbert, Hon. 2567, it's an honor to meet you for the first time. You can call me Barso or whatever you like. To us, a name is just a code!
"However, it seems that the two of you have received my 'gift'!"
How is it? Are you satisfied? "
Barso laughed once again. That dry and withered smile was truly disgusting.
However, whether it was Kieran or Herbert, both of them looked straight into each other's eyes.
Kieran was trying to deduce something from Barso, thinking about the "us" that Barso mentioned.
Herbert asked directly.
"Where are Pierre, Becker and my students?"
The elderly scholar's voice was trembling.
It wasn't fear but anger.
What happened next?
His rage almost suffocated the old scholar.
Barso admitted what he had done without any hesitation.
"They are all very well now. Although we were a little unhappy at the beginning, after some 'exchanges', they learned how to get along with us. Believe me, I am a master of interrogation, just like your research on the Neegor Dynasty!"
"The one called Harold, I broke one of his arms and Cohen broke one of his legs. When I was about to castrate both of them, the one called Joanna stopped me, so I stabbed her in the face. Her wagoner, the bodyguard, was so eager to protect himself that he scolded me. I had no choice but to cut his tongue out."
"As for your butler and that idiot?"
"Don't worry, he's just a little weak from being burned and electrocuted. That fool is really hard to deal with, so I had to get someone to whip him 24/7 to keep him within a safe range."
"You see, I've told you everything you wanted to know. Can you tell me what I want to know as well?"
"Where is His Majesty sealed?"
"What is the incantation to break the seal?"
Barso bowed at the elderly scholar as he spoke.
He was like a graceful noble.
If it wasn't for the vicious words that came out of his mouth, Barso would have been shocked.
"YOU!"
The elderly scholar widened his eyes. It was rare for him to have the urge to kill someone.
Lander, on the other hand, was wobbling when he heard what happened to his son. When he finally stood up, the killing intent that far surpassed the elderly scholar's was brewing in his heart.
Sensing the two murderous intents, Basso once again revealed the disgusted smile of the two. A look of disdain appeared on his shriveled face.
"Sir Herbert, you don't have much time left!"
"Before I left, I told you that if I don't return in an hour, your butler and students will suffer a new round of torture. Don't worry, compared to the torture that is about to come, what they went through before is just an appetizer."
Barso uttered each and every word clearly.
Every word and every sentence was like a knife stabbing into Herbert's heart.
The heart-wrenching pain spread throughout Herbert's body.
The elderly scholar looked at Barso in front of him, his mouth slightly opened. The words that were at the tip of his tongue couldn't come out.
He wanted to reject Barso right away.
He knew if he really let the emperor of Neegor Dynasty break the seal, the whole world would be plunged into a calamity.
Millions, tens of millions of people would perish.
Compared to Pierre and a few others, the latter was not even worth mentioning.
However, this wasn't a math problem.
It was …
Feelings!
Herbert couldn't ignore the life and death of Pierre, who was both a butler and a good friend, the three diligent students and the big guy beside him, even Joanna's wagoner and bodyguard.
However, Herbert couldn't ignore even more innocent people.
The elderly scholar was in a dilemma.
Especially when Lander beside him looked at him with a pleading gaze, the elderly scholar's throat felt like it was blocked, he couldn't utter a word.
"Is it difficult?
Sir Herbert, do you need me to give you the courage to make up your mind?
A few of my men are fond of your student, Joanna … "
Barso spoke again, purposely dragging his words with malicious intent.
He once again forced the old man before him.
He was completely immersed in it.
If it wasn't for his more important mission, he wouldn't mind prolonging the process.
After all, such a 'good' partner was hard to find.
So, after his words subsided, he stared at Herbert's face. He wanted to enjoy the look on Herbert's face when he was forced into a desperate situation.
However, Barso was destined to be disappointed.
It wasn't that Herbert wasn't affected.
In fact, the elderly scholar was on the verge of collapsing from the torture.
However, what Barso saw was a young and calm face.
It was a calm to the point of indifference, as if he didn't care about anything at all.
Barso didn't like the look on Kieran's face.
"Hon. 2567, is there anything you want to say?
Or … "
"Are you going to make the decision for Sir Herbert?"
Barso squinted his eyes and placed the pressure on Kieran with a gloomy expression.
Then, Kieran vanished from his sight.
Kak!
Amidst a crisp sound, Basso felt a sharp pain in his knees, and his body involuntarily knelt down. A powerful palm had pinched the top of his head, and the tremendous force made him feel as if his head was going to be crushed.
Then, as the palm moved, Barso's kneeling body was picked up.
He saw that young face again.
His calm expression didn't change at all.
However, the hand that was gripping the crown of its head was constantly tightening.
"Do you want me to make the decision for Herbert?"
Kieran asked.
His voice was cold, the killer intents as sharp as a blade gushed out like a tidal wave.
Barso was drowned in an instant.
PS: Second update ~ (To be continued.)
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