Realm of Power

The scorching sun that has just risen emits slightly hot sunlight, which shines on the smooth surface of the porcelain from the wooden window on the door of the castle hall at a 45-degree angle, forming a bright and hazy sacred halo around the porcelain, piercing everyone in the hall. People who come for "pilgrimage" cannot open their eyes.

The hall of the castle was filled with people kneeling in darkness. Even the entire hall could not contain all the people. About one-third of the people were already kneeling on the steps outside the hall. Seeing the sacred aura emitted by the porcelain in the hall, they couldn't help but They all knelt down devoutly along with the people kneeling in front, bowed their heads deeply, and placed their hands on the ground, palms facing up.

Du Yu saw the farmer in the hall quietly raising his eyes and scanning the situation in the hall. He saw all the people kneeling down and bowing down devoutly. He cleverly held the stones in his hands tightly, and the look in his eyes was decisive. ,

"Huh!" A gray shadow flew quickly from the farmer's quietly waving hand to the porcelain on the round table.

To the farmer's surprise, the stone he threw turned to the right in front of his eyes as if it hit a wall, and rolled down into the upper right corner of the hall.

A continuous low vibration sound of "Hmm" echoed in the hall where the "Twelve Artifacts" were placed, like the sound of a bell being struck.

The farmer with a strange expression was also frightened by the sudden strange phenomenon and quickly lowered his frightened eyes. Big beads of sweat rolled down his nervous face, and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

"It seems that this is someone who is here to cause trouble." Du Yu secretly wiped the sweat from his palms with his fingers. He had just used his sense of energy to forcefully pull the stone from the air to the corner.

Fortunately, due to a guilty conscience, the farmer succeeded with less force and the stone was not too big. However, he still felt that his body was a little weak when he forced his Qi to pull foreign objects.

"Take him to the side room of the castle. I have something to ask him." Du Yu pointed his hand slightly at the unusual farmer, and tapped the farmer's waist with a dark force.

The "assassin" who was still in panic suddenly trembled, fell to the ground and stopped moving.

But because everyone was kneeling before the porcelain, no one noticed the strangeness of the peasant lying motionless on the ground.

It wasn't until several guards came over and helped the unconscious "assassin" away that the people around him realized and made way for the guards. Everyone thought that this was another excited and unconscious "assassin". Pious residents.

"Who are you? Who is your master? Why are you here?" In the black cell, the burning rosin from the torches hanging on the wall crackled, and the thick rotten moisture from the thatch on the ground in the cell made Du Yu Frowning,

This family cell has not been used for a long time. Du Yu is relatively lenient with the farmers in his territory, and will not imprison ordinary prisoners here. They are all handled by the local police chief. Only those who were imprisoned during the war Captured enemies will be imprisoned in the castle dungeon.

The assassin still had the same posture as when he knelt down during the day, curled up like a hunchbacked shrimp. When he saw someone coming in for interrogation again, he cried out excitedly, "Sir, I am Stariso from Xikalu Village in the east. I am here." Pilgrim, why do you want to lock me here? I am just an ordinary farmer."

"Ordinary farmer! Why does an ordinary farmer have traces of armor from years of friction on his shoulder blades, waist and legs? A farmer will attack the artifact. If you refuse to tell me, I will tell everyone outside that you desecrated the artifact. Man, I think they're going to skin you alive. Or nail you to a wooden donkey frame and make you wail for three days and three nights before you die! Of course, there may be another torture at the end of the day. It is said that the last time you were burned at the stake was 30 years ago. I don’t think many people would have done that! If you see the opportunity, you should satisfy their curiosity, right?"

Du Yu looked at the pale "assassin" with a cold face. His cold tone seemed to lower the temperature of the entire cell. The small stones he was playing with made the assassin's expression extremely ugly. That was why the assassin was still The caltrop stone to the porcelain.

"Or maybe we made a mistake. You may really be just a pious ordinary farmer. We should let you go." Du Yu's words changed, and hope was revealed in his tone, making the assassin nod excitedly.

Suddenly Du Yu's tone paused. Taking advantage of the assassin's relaxed will when he saw hope, he increased the force of his words and secretly mobilized the energy in his body. The loud voice echoed through the walls of the cell, like a sharp sword. The sound was directly and deeply imprinted in the assassin's mind, like a bomb that suddenly exploded.

"Do you know why you can't stretch your body? Because this is God's punishment for the blasphemer! If you still don't tell me, I believe you will be curled up in pain like this for the rest of your life, like a poor little insect! What you are doing A loyal master will not care about someone like you Useless crippled monster, your subordinates will take everything you have for themselves! Your lover and your territory will belong to others. Even if you die, your soul will be burned by the raging black flames of hell. Ashes! God will keep you tormented in darkness forever!"

Thinking of all the weird imaginations he encountered in front of the artifact and the miserable state he would be in later, the assassin, whose will had almost collapsed, could no longer bear it, and his voice was miserable with a clear cry: "No, you can't do this, I am a knight, you We cannot leave a proud knight to be executed by those untouchables outside, I say, I will say anything.”

"I'll leave this to you. It's really boring. I thought I was encountering a tough guy, but I didn't expect it to be such a careless thing. I'm so disappointed!"

Du Yu looked at the messed-up assassin curled up on the ground crying with no interest. He stood up and patted the mold on the cell wall stained with his hands. His face was full of regret, and he moved his fat buttocks. Twisting out of the cell door.

Statunko, who was following Du Yu, looked at his master with a pale face. Was he really just trying to scare him? Statunko knew his eccentric master very well.

Just now, when he told his master the news that the assassin refused to confess, the extremely excited look on his master's face impressed Statunko deeply.

Along the way, there were more than ten kinds of "torture" coming from the mouth of his excited master, most of which were intended to be tried on the assassin.

"Speak, noble knight, if you don't want my master to really deal with you as he said, telling the truth is your only way to survive! You should be glad that you are timid, otherwise I don't know if you will still A soul has slipped from my master's hand!"

Statunko bent over and sat down in the chair of the presiding judge, and waved his hand to the clerk who was following him, "Write down everything he said with thick blue mugwort water. This time, my lord, I want a copy." Capable of preserving long-lasting records”

The clerk spread out the parchment in his hands, and scratched the rough parchment with a sharp wooden stick dipped in thick wormwood juice. This special thick wormwood juice can be preserved on the parchment for a long time. , usually only used for historical records or important events, it is very expensive, and I don’t know why the lord values ​​this assassin’s answer so much.