Chapter 233: (233): Velator (3)

In Loga...

People in gray cloaks took the captain and his men under siege, they approached and one of the magicians extended a hand, flames shaped on their palms.

A few of them were holding chains. Their intention didn't need words to be exposed.

"Well, did you think that I'm stupid to come with five men, only?"

Bryant unsheathed his sword and with this sign, someone shoot one of the magicians but the bullet stopped midway, dropped.

"And did you think that you can fight magic?"

Bryant firmed, he wasn't a person who would let them catch him. Seeing the black snake tattoo on their chins, he recognized that they were dark magicians of Witchwood.

They were leading their weapons with magic, daggers flew in the air, hovering to the angles as their masters wished.

The men of captain seized down, and the predicted quarrel began, they were the king's men, fast, decisive, and had the experience to face magic.

Dodging the chains and fires, they caused some wounds but in a blink, a hole emerged on the ground.

"Retreat." One of the magicians cried out.

Bryant needed at least one magician to know whom they were working with. Taking his small star-like shuriken blades, he threw them to the one who mocked him. They kissed her arms. She screamed and another one went to help her when she shrieked, "leave". And he obeyed.

Flashing ahead, escaping the fire, Bryant knocked the girl down, putting his knee on her chest, he took out his blades, she was bleeding and fell on the ground as she couldn't use her hands anymore. The hole on the ground got closed.

"You rascal, your end is close."

"See that in your dream!"

He punched her and she fell unconscious thus he wrapped her arms by tearing her cloak.

Bryant picked her up and looked at his men, some had scratches but not that terrible to stop them from going forward.

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Returning to the capital, one of his men coughed and blood shed out of his mouth, his face was pale and the dark circles under his eyes were revealing what the problem was, poison!

"Take him to the infirmary, and if you have the same signs stay with him."

"We are fine, captain."

Bryant nodded and galloped to the castle,  with those who were still vigor, the cart that was carrying the imp keepers was following them, and eventually, that long investigation came to an end after a week.

The King was inside the courtyard, asking his men to bring down the body of the imp, ordering them to clean the skeleton and put it on the gate.

The black silk banners fell from the walls and rolled to expire the grief.

The gate slammed back and Captain Bryant Fillet entered the courtyard.

"Your grace!" He jumped down his horse and knelt before his king.

"We found many clues, your majesty! Dark magicians were behind the attack and we caught one of them."

"Rise! Chain them in the dungeons, I want to see them personally." He coughed but quickly pushed it back.

Bryant looked at his pale face. He wasn't fine at all and sneaking around could frustrate him.

"Your highness, let me bring you the results."

He refused hastily, "no! I must find the reason why they had seized us! Everything they are plotting against us is malicious."

He left to have his medicine and be ready to question the life stealers.

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Bryant went to the iron black cart and told his men to lead the prisoners to the dungeons.

Inside the cart, a man looked at the witch, "why don't you use your magic to run?"

"I'm am where I wanted to be. But if you want to be fled I can make it fast and cook you here."

The man felt a heat in his bottom at the thought of what she could do and kept being mute. 

She looked away, smirking viciously. The cold was saying that she was now inside Bolingtone, among the great walls that no magician was allowed to sept in.

That cart stopped near the dungeons, and the guards came with their captain, opening the door, Bryant personally went to the girl, grabbing her nape, he forced her to lower her head.

Peeking at her arms, they were bleeding yet.

"Why didn't you burn your wound to feel how does it taste when you burn people?"

"Because those who I did burn, already deserved to b burned."

Bryant chuckled.

"Then, I am giving you what you deserve."

The thick iron door of the dungeon went wide, and the stairs led them down under the ground.

"Stink, like you!"

She growled as the smell raided her nose.

The orange light was splashing on the sweated face, Bryant could see that she would soon faint, and with the amount of blood she lost, she barely could use her magic.

Bryant took them to the lift, sending them to the deepest cells was what he yearned.

The girl began to shiver under his hand, but he ignored and pushed her out of the lift.

"I will make you beg for sunlight, or burn yourself here if you don't give me what I want."

She smirked, looking into his eyes bravely answered, "it depends what you wish to have!"

She amusingly scanned him then licked her lip.

"You wench!"

He bared his teeth and pushed her inside the cell, "burn your wound if you want to live."

The edge of her lips was crooked in dismay when he began to shackle her to a thick nasty wall that worms were ducking out of it.

When his head was close enough to her body, she murmured to his bent neck, "in your glorious land, there is no remedy, is there? You wild wolf?"

"I'm not a wolf, but I will leave you to wolf to feast if you don't speak."

He walked out, locked the door and heard her screaming, closed his eyes, and shook his head, this noisy witch was so unnerving.

"Enjoy the dark when you don't know how to use those flames."

Reaching one of his men said, "go take some remedy and stuff, bring them to me. We must prepare her for the King!"

The man bowed and quickly left the dungeon.

The witch dragged the strong heavy shackles, her magic was weak, and with this nasty place with too many worms, she could lose her hands which it could be the least.

She opened the cloth around her arm and put her right palm above the trace of the blade then shrieked, the scent of her burning flesh was strolling to her nose.. The pain was unbearable but she handle it until finishing the other hand and finally fainted out of sore, under her was a cold stone bed, rough but for now, what she could feel was just pain.

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