The just rising sun emits a slightly hot sunlight, illuminating the wooden windows on the door of the castle hall at a 45-degree angle on the smooth surface of the porcelain, forming a bright and hazy sacred halo around the porcelain, which made all those who came to "pilgrimage" in the hall unable to open their eyes.

The hall of the castle was kneeling and worshiping the people all over the ground, and even the entire hall could not hold all the people. About one-third of the people had already knelt on the steps outside the hall. Seeing the sacred aura emitted by the porcelain in the hall, they couldn't help but kneel down devoutly with the kneeling people in front of them, leaning their heads deep down, and putting their hands and palms upwards on the ground.

Du Yu saw the farmer in the hall quietly raised his eyes and glanced at the situation in the hall. He saw that everyone was kneeling down devoutly, cleverly holding the stone in his hand tightly, and the expression ejaculated in his eyes was decisive.

"Hu" a gray shadow flew rapidly from the farmers' quietly waving hands towards the porcelain on the round table.

"Touching" beyond the farmer's expectations, the thrown stone turned to the right in front of him, rolling in the upper right corner of the hall.

A continuous and low vibration sound of "Yeah, yeah" echoed in the hall where the "Twelve Artifacts" were placed, just like the sound of a bell being beaten.

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

"It seems that this is someone who is here to make trouble." Du Yu used his fingers to secretly wipe away the sweat from his palm. He used his sense of air to force the stone from the air to the corner.

Fortunately, the farmer was guilty and had a relatively small force and was not big. However, he felt that his body was a little exhausted due to forced operation.

"Take him to the side room of the castle, I have something to ask him." Du Yu pointed at the abnormal farmer with a little hand, and a secret force was on the farmer's waist.

The "assin" who was already in panic suddenly trembled and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

But because everyone was kneeling to the porcelain, no one noticed the strangeness of this farmer who was lying on the ground without moving.

It was not until several guards came over and helped the "assassin" who had already passed away that the people next to them reacted and made way for the guards. Everyone thought that this was another excited devout resident who had been unconscious.

"Who are you? Who is your master? Why are you here?" In the black cell, the burning rosin of torches hanging on the walls crackled, and the heavy rotten moisture emitted by the thatch slammed on the ground in the cell made Du Yu frown.

This family's cell has not been used for a long time. Du Yu is relatively relaxed in the farmers in his territory and will not be locked up here for ordinary prisoners. They are handled by local sheriffs. Only enemies captured in the war will be locked in the dungeon of the castle.

The assassin still wanted to kneel down during the day, curly like a hunchbacked shrimp. When he saw someone coming in to interrogate, he screamed excitedly, "Sir, I am Stariso from Sikaru Village in the east, I am here for a pilgrimage. Why do you lock me up here? I am an ordinary farmer."

"Ordinary farmer! Why does an ordinary farmer have traces of armor friction on his shoulder blades and waist and legs? A farmer will attack the artifact. If you refuse to say it, I will tell everyone outside about your despised artifact. I think they will peel you alive, or nail you to a wooden donkey rack, making you wail for three days and three nights before dying! Of course, maybe you will play a stolen stolen stolen stories at the end. It is said that the last stolen was 30 years ago. I think many people don't have the chance to see it. You should satisfy their curiosity, right?"

Du Yu looked at the pale "assin" with a cold face. His cold tone seemed to reduce the temperature of the entire cell a little bit. The small stones playing with on his hands made the assassin's face look extremely ugly. It was the rock stone that the assassin was still facing the porcelain.

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

Suddenly, Du Yu's tone paused, and when the assassin relaxed his will when he saw hope, he increased his strength to speak, secretly mobilized the sense of energy in his body. The loud voice echoed between the walls of the cell, and the sound like a sharp sword was directly imprinted deeply 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 say it, I believe you will be curling in pain in this life, like a poor little bug! The master you are loyal to will not care about you, a useless and disabled monster, your subordinates will take everything for themselves! Your lover and your territory will belong to others, and even if you die, your soul will be burned to ashes by the black flames in hell! God will make you suffer forever in the dark!"

Lenovo all the strange imaginations he encountered in front of the artifact and the miserable state in the future. The assassin who had almost collapsed his will could no longer bear it. His voice was miserable and he had a clear crying voice, "No, you can't do this, I am a knight, you can't hand a proud knight to the untouchables outside to execute him, I said, I say everything."

"I'm leaving it to you here. It's so boring. I thought I had a tough heart, but I didn't expect it to be such a scary thing. It disappointed me so much!"

Du Yu looked at the messy assassin curled on the ground and cried with interest. He stood up and patted the mold on the wall of the cell stained with his hands. His face was full of regret. He moved his fat butt and twisted out of the cell door.

Statuenko, who was following Du Yu, looked at his lord with a pale face. Is it really just a scare? Statuenko knew very well about himself, the quirky lord.

When he told his lord that the assassin refused to confess the news, the extremely excited expression on the lord's face made Statuenko remember it deeply.

Along the way, there were more than ten kinds of "torture" that exploded from the mouth of his excited lord, most of which were experimenting on assassins.

"Tell me, noble knight, if you don't want my master to really deal with you as he said, to be honest, it is your only way to live! You should be very grateful for your timidity, otherwise I don't know if you will still have your soul slipping away from my master's hands!"

Statunko bent down in the seat of the presiding judge and waved his hand to the clerk who was following him, "Record everything he said with blue water of dense ammonia. This time, the adults want a record that can be kept for a long time."

The clerk spread the parchment paper in his hands with both hands, and a pointed wooden stick pen dipped in thick ammonia juice was scraped on the rough parchment paper. This special ammonia sauce can be stored on parchment for a long time. It is usually only used for historical records or important events. It is very expensive. I don’t know why the lord valued the assassin’s answer so much.
Chapter completed!