Chapter 234: (234): Velator (4)

Bryant thrust a pill inside the girl's mouth and began to tend to her wound, as he guessed she burned her wounds to survive so it meant she wanted to live and it was speaking a lot.

He cleaned her arms and applied the remedy on her deep wounds when she grunted.

"You are idiot enough to play with the imps so these wounds wouldn't kill you."

He taunted and wrapped her arms with a white clean cloth when he grasped those green eyes on him. What was that? Why were those eyes full of agony? Her black wavy hair poured on her breast line as her head fell quickly. The wane of sweat beads announced that she was getting better and her fever would soon seep down. She was flawlessly gorgeous but anyway, he couldn't be duped by her charm. 

He picked the box, turned around, and walked to the door.

"Let go of my mother!" 

His eyes sharpened, was it just a simple delirium, or did she have an extremely huge concern that came to her now?

He ignored it, nonetheless, she was a witch that her disastrous moves did arise in many deaths and one of his men was badly poisoned.

He crept out of the dungeon and had to wait for interrogation.

Lifting his way, he headed up for the torture room which was the closest place to the ground, entering inside he saw some tools on the table and the fire that was lashing inside the fireplace. With every sound of lash hitting someone's back, screams were escaping out, twisting in the corridors of the dungeon.

A man was chained by the hands up. The chains were drawn out of the ceiling so the soles couldn't kiss the ground. Guards were inside the room, assisting the torturer.

The torturer was in an outstanding black uniform, his sleeves rolled up, he put down the lash on the table. He was the same age as Bryant, his brown eyes glinted, seeing he entered. Brushing a hand in his hair, he pushed his black bangs back.

"Welcome, sir!"

"Well, what did you earn Joseph?"

"Seems they are imps hunters who enter the devils' hole and steal the tots!"

Bryant whistled. 

"Wow, stealing the devils' children? What a bad guy, you are!"

He gestured in front of the man and his tune was amusing.

Joseph washed his bloody hands inside a bucket of water.

"You freaked bastard! We cultivated them, we didn't steal them!"

The man blurted proudly and that insult was enough to poke Bryant for itching this piece of garbage with his hand.

"Wow! You should not have messed up with him, he is a no soft man!"

Joseph smirked mischievously, leaned back at the table, and contemplated how Bryant put his sword on the table and turned back, approaching the man enough to let him sense his breath.

"I see that he didn't paint you enough! I can make a gorgeous necklace out of your guts for your woman!"

He snatched a pointy narrowed dagger off the table and began to draw it along with the man's tummy while looking at him suffering and screaming. Blood leaked out and slipped down, yet it was a soft squeeze on the hilt.

"Stop!"

He shouted out, gasping in trauma.

"I'm just a cultivator."

"Your pets are so dangerous!"

He continued.

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Joseph laughed.

"You son of a wench, stop it!"

"Fool!" Joseph's face hardened and ran stern. Bryant didn't know who his family was and this guy began with wrong terms.

"Yes, I will stop!" The dagger went straight into the man's heart, Bryant gritted his jaw and took out the dagger, tossed it on the table watching the man who was taking the last gust of air. His eyes widened watching his own blood that splashed on Bryant's face.

"Toss this one in the forest, let the wolves feast for tonight. Bring another one, I will squeeze the words out of them. You are so soft." He took out a cloth from his pocket and cleaned his face.

Joseph nodded and directed the guards to take the carcass.

After letting the cascade of bloodstream out of each, he saw the King on the door frame.

"I see that you can't hold your guts not to pour blood!"

"Well, your grace! You know me, everything related to my never seen family can pursue me to injure."

"Did they insult you?"

The king strode inside gently, wearing a dark gray uniform instead of his long-tailed white robes.

Bryant tilted his head, "they did!"

After the king, the faerie emerged in and looked into his eyes directly.

"Is the witch alive?" Gaven asked.

"She is, but her wounds are deep, I doubt if she can use her ability this soon."

The King halted in front of the chained man, his eyes caught the tools on the table, these kids had painful ways to extract words from criminals.

"Wake him up!" The king ordered, glimpsing at the man who was drenched in blood.

Joseph picked the bucket containing cold water, this room was damp and heavily warm even making the king sweat, so this ice water bucket was a huge shock for this man's nerves.

The man flinched and woke up, shivering. Seeing the King of Velator in front of him was the second shock, he shook his head to withdraw the water. This man was the devil himself, he had many achievements, caught numerous magicians and burned them all, burned their villages in Velator, made them live in dark nasty oozy marshes, this was King Edward Bolingtone.

He shoved his circled eyes off the King and looked down at his uneven quivering knees.

"I've heard that you had been cultivating the imps, is that true?"

The man's blood had chilled in his blank head.

"W..we... Di... Did!" He sputtered hardly in terror.

The King closed his eyes! It was outrageous to hear it with his ears! What the hell Alovena was doing? Did they actually think in which those imps came from the God of the dark world to castigate them? What a ludicrous frame was that?

"Is this an avenge that magicians framed against me?"

"Not only you! All of those who assisted you, including you." He gathered his courage, they would kill him either way.

The King exchanged a glance with Gaven and he shook his head, this man was concealing something.

"Do you know what a king's task is?"

"To swim in gold and gemstones with a huge crown on his head and order people!" As he babbled the words, a cold blade rested on his vein.

"Wait, Bryant!"

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