In the end, what kind of person could withstand the torture of a confession?
Had he undergone special training? Did he not feel pain? Or did he have some kind of undying belief?
In any case, this young thief did not belong to any of the above categories.
Therefore, Harry could not bear it any longer.
He confessed all the filthy things he had done since he was young. Unfortunately, this was not what Capone wanted to hear.
Thus, the torture continued.
The Alfalfa Brotherhood had no bottom line at all. In order to make Harry speak, they used all kinds of methods.
Not long after, this poor thief was tortured to the point that he did not look human anymore.
Two hooks used to hang pork were passed under his collarbone, hanging him up. His whole body was covered with bloody whip marks. One of his eyeballs had been dug out, and the place where his nose used to be had become a bloody hole. A long wooden stick with thorns was stuffed into his buttocks...
Harry fainted several times, but was immediately awakened by the burning of the soldering iron.
It was only when the executioner held a knife with a cold glint and was about to cut off a certain male feature between Harry's legs that he finally collapsed.
"Sir Capone, I'll speak, I'll speak!"
Capone expressionlessly signaled to the executioner, then said to Harry, "Speak, my patience is limited."
At this time, Harry could no longer care about anything. In order to get out of this hell, he could only make the wisest choice — to shift the blame.
"My lord, Bru was with me last night! I didn't see any bonds at all. It must be this kid who stole it, it must be him! "
"Blue?" Capone frowned, but this time, he did not question the words of the thief in front of him.
If it was really the other party who stole the bonds, he would have admitted it long ago. He would not have waited until he was almost half a cripple before he was willing to speak.
Thus, Capone looked at Orlando.
Orlando nodded and said, "I'll go find Blue."
… …
Blue tried hard to open his sleepy eyes, but found that there was only a blurry shadow in front of his eyes.
After getting drunk last night, he went to find a certain skilled woman to fight a few hundred rounds. Now, his whole body was light as a feather, and his consciousness was not sober at all.
But soon, he was forced to sober up.
Crash!
Bru felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. He shuddered, and the shadow in front of him finally took shape.
Then, he recognized Orlando.
"Father!" Bru shouted as if he had found someone to rely on.
Orlando was actually not Bru's father. To be precise, he was not his biological father.
There were many orphans in Alfalfa City who had no parents. Their best fate was to be adopted by a big shot of a region as an adopted son.
Of course, this so-called adopted son could not be compared to the adopted sons of nobles who had the right of inheritance.
Orlando didn't have anything for his adopted son to inherit. He adopted orphans, of course, not out of kindness. He just wanted some younger brothers who would work for him.
Therefore, there were more than three hundred adopted children like Blue in Orlando …
Therefore, Bru's shout didn't cause any ripples in Orlando's heart. He looked at his adopted son expressionlessly and said coldly, "Don't worry.
"Blue, were you with Harry last night?"
"Yes, father. Last night, I was outside helping Harry keep a lookout. He went in to steal something and then gave me a gold coin. "
"Keep a lookout?" Orlando frowned. "You didn't go in to take something yourself?"
Bru hurriedly shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No."
Capone was sitting at the side. When he heard this, he snorted impatiently to urge Bru.
Orlando squatted in front of Bru, took out a bond, and asked in what he thought was a gentle and cordial tone, "Bru, tell father, did you take this thing?"
"Father, I didn't enter the residence of the caravan at all." Bru shook his head repeatedly, then glanced at the bond in Orlando's hand and denied it more firmly. "Really, father, I've never seen the thing in your hand."
Orlando's eyes finally turned cold, and his patience was gradually exhausted. He asked for the last time, "My child, you don't know the true value of this thing at all. This is not something you can covet. Even I don't dare to touch it!
Hand it over, and Capone and I can guarantee your safety. We can even give you a sum of money enough for you to squander for a lifetime.
But if you continue to be stubborn, then don't blame me for not respecting the relationship between father and son! "
"Father, I'm really telling the truth! You must believe me! "Bru hugged Orlando's thigh and wailed." It must be Harry who stole it. He framed me! It must be so! You can interrogate Harry! "
Orlando's face gradually stiffened, and a burst of anger ignited in his chest. He kicked Bruce to the ground and growled, "Don't worry, Bruce!
"We've already interrogated Harry. Now, it's your turn!"
After that, he nodded to the eager executioner, then turned his head, as if he couldn't bear to watch.
"Father! Father! You must believe me … Ah! Save me! Ah! Ah … "
Mournful screams echoed in the room. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of feces and urine gradually diffused.
… …
Alfalfa City Lord's Mansion.
"Father, I've inquired clearly. The caravan that entered the city belongs to the Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce."
"Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce?" Ron had naturally heard of this chamber of commerce. After all, the Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce was the largest chamber of commerce in the Northern Frontier.
Moreover, he had also heard that the president of the Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce, Arnold, had some disagreements with Count Angele because of the establishment of the Northern Frontier Foreign Trade Company.
"What was stolen from the caravan? Have you investigated clearly?" Ron asked again.
"I've investigated clearly. It's said to be a huge amount of bonds!"
"Is it the kind of bonds that the House of Saint Hilde recently issued?"
"That's right."
"Hehe." Ron smiled faintly. "It seems that when they came to report the case, they didn't tell the truth."
When the people of the caravan came to the Public Security Office to report this morning, they only said that they had lost some gold coins and important documents.
"The caravan probably didn't dare to tell the truth. After all, the value of the bonds is huge. Even Capone has been alarmed and is personally investigating." Jason said with certainty.
The Alfalfa Brotherhood was a loose organization that didn't have any confidentiality to speak of. The moment Capone told Orlando about this matter, the news immediately leaked out.
Ron didn't speak anymore and just paced back and forth in the room.
He suddenly felt that this matter wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface.
How could the Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce come to Alfalfa City with such a huge amount of bonds?
Who was the person they were trading with?
The reason why Capone was so nervous, was it because of the huge value of the bonds that moved him? Or was it because of the big shot behind him in the Eastern Region?
Of course, the most important thing was, what kind of impact would this matter bring to Alfalfa City?
Jason saw that Ron hadn't spoken, so he couldn't help but feel anxious. He took the initiative to ask: "Father, what should we do?"
Ron pondered for a long time and then said: "Immediately go to the Red Maple Manor and inform Count Angele about this matter."
Jason scratched the back of his head and said with some hesitation: "Father, didn't you say that we should condone these merchants from the Northern Frontier coming to Alfalfa City to smuggle? Why did you take the initiative to alarm Count Angele now? "
"Because … there's a problem with this Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce!" Ron said in a deep voice, "Don't ask any more questions. Leave immediately!"
"Yes!" Jason had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart and turned around to leave.
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