First prince, pick up your integrity

"Say! Who are you? Why did you instigate Prince Ludwig to escape from marriage? Why do you keep pestering Prince Ludwig? What is your purpose?" Turton grabbed Lance's head and asked Lance every time he asked a question. Slamming his head hard on the ground.If it was replaced by torture, it was usually done with a whip, but Lance...Turton would not let him go until the kid's brains burst.

Lance's head was buzzing from the blow, and Turton's words hadn't entered his head after turning around his ears a few times.Blood flowed across his forehead, and the red color soaked his entire face, and he couldn't see Lance's original appearance clearly at all.

"The black market merchants, the ones you meet on the road are just business relationships." Lance answered Turton's question for the fifth time.The hardest thing in this world is not not knowing how to answer other people's questions, but telling the truth but others don't believe it.

"Hmph!" Turton threw Lance heavily on the ground, raised his foot and kicked him hard in the chest, "It seems that you don't plan to be honest without torture!"

"I've said everything that needs to be said." Lance rolled his eyes unbearably.If it wasn't for looking for the dead breath just now, would he suddenly rush in here with Duke in the middle of the walk and be beaten?

Don't let me find you, or I will blow you up into a hornet's nest.Lance endured the pain, full of resentment towards the candidate who exuded a dead air just now.

Seeing that Lance was biting his lip, Turton scooped up a hot iron and was about to burn it on Lance's face.

Lance looked at the hot soldering iron, his pupils gradually grew bigger as the soldering iron approached, and he began to count down in his heart, five, four...

He still doesn't want to reveal his identity, the enemy is in the dark, he may not want to stand on the bright side and become the target of public criticism, but when it comes to the last resort, there is nothing he can do.

With two seconds left in Lance's countdown, Beria suddenly opened the door and entered.

"Did I let you execute the sentence?" Beria frowned.

"Your Highness!" Turton threw away the soldering iron and quickly stepped aside.The falling soldering iron almost rubbed the bridge of Lance's nose and hit the ground, almost burning Lance.

Beria glanced at Teton, walked up to Lance and lifted Lance's chin with his toes, and said coldly, "You know? Since we last met, I often feel headaches."

"Really? Then you should find some good priests and herbalists." Lance sighed, it seems that he didn't escape, but fell into a bigger disaster.Tsk tsk... If I had known it would have been hit harder the previous time, I would have been beaten anyway.

"But... they all said that I'm not sick, so I think it must be a heart disease that bothers me." After kicking Lance with his toe, Beria stepped on Lance's throat directly to prevent Lance from breathing.

"You smashed nine times that day, but...it was also my fault that caused you to break things first. I'm not an unreasonable person. Well, I'll find someone to smash you ninety times. If you don't If you die, I will forget about this matter, what do you think?"

Ninety blows... You have to be stupid if you don't die.

"If you object, I will take it as your agreement. After all, this condition is already so kind."

Be kind to your sister!You let me hit ninety times!Lance frowned.

"Turton, find someone strong enough to come here. I'll 'treat' this one well." Beria looked at Lance's angry, angry, and scared eyes with a very happy mood.

Lance, whose throat was stepped on, began to feel a little difficult to breathe, but he still held his breath and tried to open his mouth to ask a very important question, "Wait, did the dozen hits I was hit just now count as one piece? ".

Beria raised the corners of his mouth evilly, "I didn't ask someone to smash it, of course it doesn't count. If you are still awake after being smashed, you can ask Teton to settle the score yourself."

Turton: "..."

Lance: "...Okay, you smash it." Isn't it like being smashed more than 100 times a day?It's not that he hasn't been smashed before, so he knows that he is doomed today.

"Pong!" As soon as Lance finished speaking, Beria kicked Lance's head violently, and the back of Lance's head hit the wall, making a loud noise.And this one is of course not included in the 90 strokes.

Beria sat on the chair and raised his legs. He wanted to appreciate how this pariah died.He dared to attack him, and even blackmailed him, let alone 90, even 900 is not too much.

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Ludwig stayed in the room, flipping through the "Biography of Vinilaire" at hand, and every time he turned a page, there was more sarcasm on his face.That weird smile made all the guards watching him feel hairy.

"The Biography of Vinilaire" should be a very upright and passionate work!Why did Ludwig have such a strange expression?The guards looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to say anything.

It's been the second day since Ludwig failed to escape. Beria changed the method of tying them up with ropes, and instead sent 24 swordsmen with eighth-level strength in both magic and martial arts, divided into two groups during the day and night. The men and horses kept an eye on Ludwig.No matter what Ludwig does, these 12 people will always stay around Ludwig in a circle.But for two days, Beria himself has not appeared.

For any person with strong self-esteem, it is impossible to apologize on the same day after slapping someone.What's more, neither of these two people felt that they had done anything wrong.

Ludwig flipped through the book at hand. He heard this book from his teacher when he was a child in class, but he had a very shallow impression of it at that time, so now he thought of reading it again, but he didn't expect to flip through a few pages casually. It made him notice a familiar name: Melsis Eli Otto—the fifth king of the Otto Empire—that is, in the palace at that time, Duke held a portrait and said that he looked like Ludwig. His ancestor.

For the appearance of this name, Ludwig did not have much surprise or accident. Calculating the year when Mercis was alive, it was almost 200 years ago. It is no wonder that the court teacher spent several classes. To tell a folk biography.

Just like many people can't help but look twice after seeing someone with the same name or surname as themselves, Ludwig couldn't help but pick out the passage about Mercy and read it carefully Eye.

In the summer of 1094, the Zombie virus spread to the Sulfur Valley on the Otto border. Mercis II sent [-] elite magician troops to the Sulfur Valley to wipe out the Zombies, and the entire army was wiped out.

In the winter of 1094, Pope George III visited the Misty Forest together with the monarchs of Lonzetta, Conrad, Vesselon, and Otto, and asked the gunners to go out of the valley to resist the dead.

In August 1095, Vinilaire led a family of gunsmiths to the battlefield. A total of 119 gunsmiths fought in this battle.

……

Looking at the three sentences, Ludwig suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Isn't it said that the gunsmiths, the demons, and the dead are all natural enemies?Why do the pope and the king have to personally ask the gunsmith to come forward to fight against the dead?And this request lasted nearly a year?Normally speaking, shouldn't you agree soon?

Could it be that... there are discrepancies between the facts and the records?There is no natural enemy at all, or is the gunsmith actually afraid of the dead and demons?Because he had already learned about the Demon King from Yemeng, Ludwig quickly confirmed his thoughts.

With doubts in his heart, Ludwig flipped through a few more pages, and a sentence popped up in front of his eyes. The gunsmiths are proficient in weapon manufacturing, animal taming, and long-range attacks. All gunsmiths are dual-job or triple-job...

Three professions... Casting, Beast Taming, Remote? !

"Where are the Lance people?" Ludwig suddenly shot a fierce light in his eyes, and looked up at the guard closest to him, "I will see him soon!"