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The scorching sun that had just risen radiated slightly hot sunlight, shining at a 45-degree angle from the wooden window on the door of the castle hall on the smooth surface of the porcelain, forming a bright and hazy sacred halo around the porcelain, which stabs all the halls. People who came to "pilgrimage" could not open their eyes.

In the hall of the castle, there were black people kneeling down on the ground, and even the whole hall could not hold all the people. About one third of them had already bowed on the steps outside the hall, and saw the sacred breath from the porcelain in the hall. All of them kneeled down religiously with the kneeling people in front of them, lay their heads down deeply, and put their hands on the ground with their palms facing up.

Du Yu saw the peasant in the hall quietly raised his eyes and scanned the situation in the hall. He saw all the people kneeling down reverently, holding the stone tightly in the clever handle, and the expression in his eyes was decisive. ,

　　 "Hoo" a gray shadow flew from the peasant's quietly waving hands to the porcelain on the round table.

　　 "touch" was unexpected to the peasant. The stone thrown out, as if hitting a wall, turned to the right in front of his own eyes and rolled down in the upper right corner of the hall,

　　 A continuous burst of "hum" sounds echoed in the hall where the "Twelve Artifacts" were placed, just like the bell that was struck.

　　 The farmer with a different face was also scared by this sudden strange phenomenon, and quickly lowered his frightened eyes. Large and large sweat beads rolled down with his tight cheeks, and his pale face was like a piece of white paper.

　　 "It seems that this is a mess." Du Yu wiped the sweat from his palm secretly with his fingers. Just now he used force to pull the stone from the air to the corner.

　　 Fortunately, the peasant was successful because of his guilty conscience, the strength of the stones was not too big, and the stones were not big. However, forcibly running the air and pulling foreign objects also felt his body feel a bit out of force.

　　 "Take him to the side room of the castle, I have something to ask him" Du Yu gave a hand to the abnormal peasant slightly, with a dark voice on the peasant's waist,

　　 The "Assassin", who was still in panic, suddenly shook his body and planted it on the ground without moving.

　　But because all the people are kneeling at the porcelain, no one finds the weirdness of this farmer lying on the ground,

Until a few guards came and pulled the "assassin" who had been comatose away, the talents next to them reacted and made way for the guards. All people thought that this was an excited coma. Devout residents.

"Who are you? Who is your master? Why did you come here?" In the black cell, the torches burning on the walls crackled, and the thick rot of the thatched grass on the ground let Du Yu Frowned,

The cell of this family has not been used for a long time. Du Yu is more accommodating to the peasants in his own territory, and he will not be closed to the general prisoners. They are all handled by the local sheriff, and they are only used in the war. The captured enemies will be locked in the castle's dungeon.

The assassin still wanted to pose like he was kneeling during the day, curled like a hump-backed shrimp, and when someone saw him coming in to interrogate, the excited wailing only shouted, "Adult, I am Stareso in the village of West Karoo in the east. I am coming Pilgrim, why do you keep me here, I am an ordinary farmer"

"Ordinary peasant! Why does an ordinary peasant have traces of perennial friction on the shoulder blades and waist and legs, a peasant will attack the artifact, if you refuse to say, I will tell you all about the artifact. People, I think they will peel you alive, or crucify you on a wooden donkey shelf, let you wailing for three days and three nights and die! Of course, you may not play another fire at the end. It is said that the last fire was Thirty years ago, I think many people didn’t have a chance to see. Should you satisfy their curiosity?”

Du Yu looked coldly at the pale "Assassin". The indifferent tone seemed to lower the temperature of the whole cell by a few points. The small stones in his hand made the Assassin's face extremely ugly. That is why the Assassin is still The lozenge to the porcelain.

　　 "Maybe we are wrong, you may really just be a pious ordinary peasant, we should let you go" Du Yu's words turned, his words revealed hope, and the assassin excitedly nodded,

Suddenly Du Yu's tone swelled, and the assassin's will to relax when he saw hope increased the strength of the speech, secretly mobilizing the air in the body, and the loud voice echoed between the walls of the cell, like a sword. The sound was directly and deeply imprinted on the assassin's mind, like a bomb that exploded suddenly.

"Do you know why you can't stretch your body? Because this is God's punishment for dusters! If you still don't say, I believe you have been so painfully curled up all your life, like a poor bug! The loyal master will not scare you such a useless crippled monster, your subordinates will take everything you have into your own! Your lover, your territory will be someone else’s, even if you die, your soul will be Will be burned to ashes by the black flames in hell! God will make you tortured in darkness forever!"

The weird imaginations and the tragic realm that Lenovo encountered in front of the artifact, the assassin who has nearly collapsed in his will, can no longer bear it, and the voice is miserable with an obvious crying cry. "No, you can’t do this, I am a knight, you I can’t give a proud knight to the untouchables outside for execution~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I said, I said everything"

　　 "I have given it to you here, it's really boring, I thought I encountered a hard bone, I didn't expect it to be such a scary thing, I was so disappointed!"

Du Yu looked at the messy assassin who was curling and crying on the ground, stood up and patted the mildew on the wall of the contaminated cell with his hand. His face was full of regret, and his fat **** was twisted. Twisted out of the door of the cell.

　　Statumenko, who was beside Du Yu, looked pale at his lord, was it really just scaring? Statunko knows too well about himself, the monstrous monarch.

　　 Just when he told the prince of the assassin's refusal to confess, the expression on the prince's face was extremely excited, but he remembered Statunko deeply.

　　On the way, there were more than ten kinds of various "tortures" that burst out of the mouth of the excited master, and most of them meant experimenting on the assassin.

"Speak, noble knight, if you don’t want my master to really treat you like he said, to be honest is your only way to live! You should be very thankful for your timidity, otherwise I don’t know if you will Some soul slipped away from my master!"

Statunko sat down in the seat of the presiding judge and waved his hand to the clerk who was with him. "He recorded all of what he said in blue thick wormwood water. This time the adult asked for a copy Ability to keep long-term records"

The clerk spread out the parchment in his hands, and the pointed wooden stick pen dipped in the thick wormwood juice scratched on the rough parchment paper. This special thick wormwood juice can be kept on the parchment paper for a long time. It is generally only used for historical records or important events. The price is very expensive. I don’t know why Lord Lord would value this assassin’s answer so much.