"I haven't been in a good state lately. Master Harold asked me to come back and rest for a while. It will probably take several days."
Among those who pinched themselves, Chiram shook the clothing design manual in his hand and handed it to Trisly.
"I was going to deliver it to you, but I didn't expect you to come back and pick it up yourself."
Taking the manual with a smile, Tracey bent down and gently held the man's right hand.
"How about I take a day off today and stay with you?"
Smiling and shaking his head, Chiram was a little distracted by the woman's thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, but no, I have nothing to do. It might be better to have a good sleep. You can go to work. Things in the territory are important, and the tailor shop cannot do without you."
"Okay, if you need help, you can come to the tailor shop and see me."
Seeing his second love leave, Chiram let out a long sigh and lay on the table with his arms propped up on his back. His arms were slightly stung by the messy beard, making the man realize that he hadn't shaved for a long time.
This slovenly look is like being possessed by a demon.
After thinking about it, the man moved hard and crawled back to the bed with difficulty. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes and shoes, and directly buried his head in the velvet pillow sewn by Tracey.
"I'm too tired, really too tired. My daughters don't go home very often. They go out early and come back late every day to do their own things. Trishley is also very busy. I should be very busy too. I'm too busy. Okay.
I’m tired, let’s take a nap, maybe it’ll be fine after a nap…”
For some reason, as soon as I closed my eyes, the face of my ex-wife Mihira appeared in front of me. Different from the indifference before, this time my wife looked apologetic and regained her previous gentleness.
"Ziram...I'm sorry..."
'sorry?'
In an instant, Chiram opened his bloodshot eyes, and his anger tore through the illusory scene of his wife's tenderness.
The man angrily kicked down the small stool at his side, smashed the water glass, overturned the low table, and tore off the bedding.
"It's been more than ten years! It's been more than ten years! I think you've been thinking about it for more than ten years! If you don't want to, why did you drive me and my daughter away!!!
Mihira! Why are you apologizing now! Didn’t you choose to leave us yourself!? Why are you disturbing my life!!! Get out!!! Get out of here!!! I don’t want to see you!
!!!!!”
…
Emerald Territory, Night Blade Slayer Underground Castle.
Harvey looked at the beautiful girl in purple dress who was following the butcher leader not far away with fear. He tried his best to hide in the shadow of the cell, praying that he would not choose himself.
"Uncle Morris, whose turn is it today?"
The sound of two people talking could be heard from outside the corridor, followed by the sound of the wheels turning.
Obviously the sound was still full of the lively and lovely atmosphere of a girl as it was two years ago, but Harvey felt that the sound was like a curse, full of malice towards life.
If Maurice is the chief butcher, then the black-haired girl must be the devil.
If the devil had a color, it would be purple and black.
"Miss Xina, it's Harvey's turn. He must be looking forward to today's meeting... However, the equipment you made this time is indeed a bit big. I'm afraid it won't fit in the cell."
"It's okay, Uncle Morris, just find a place where you can put it down. Ah~ I really can't wait to see Harvey's limbs being dismantled at the same time. I have done a lot to prevent the victim from dying.
For life support work, I learned a lot of design concepts from Grandpa Christol, blood transfusion kits, wound sewing machines, flesh and blood carbonization devices, alchemy gel..."
Hearing what was said outside, the man's crotch began to show water stains, and it quickly became wet, making him tremble all over.
"Don't worry, it's definitely not a problem for Harvey to survive for a few hours... In order to let these scums enjoy more pain, I have spent a lot of energy, and I will definitely not let them... Harvey, yes, I won't let them
My friend Harvey died too soon."
"In this regard, Miss Xina, there is no doubt that you are a genius. I believe that the master will like it."
"Hehe, I can't wait to see brother Lester and tell him my thoughts. The dungeons and prisons in the Emerald Territory are still too simple. We should have a more complete and humane punishment.
Land, let the hopeless trash enjoy the last despair of life...Beheading and hanging are really sorry for what they have done..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Harvey covered his mouth in fear, trying not to make a sound of despair, but Harvey still failed.
Because, the man pushing the torture instrument and the demon girl had already arrived outside his cell.
Compared with two years ago, the purple dress has more blood drops, chains and zigzag black patterns. The girl's tall and huge chest stretches the dress tightly, creating a sense of tension that is about to come out, like ink.
Her short, straight hair hangs neatly around her ears, protecting her delicate and beautiful ears. Her overly iconic eyebrows are like Pandora's box carefully decorated by the Creator. Underneath her beautiful appearance, there is a fascination and despair of evil.
In front of Harvey, who was curled up in a ball, the girl bent down and waved her slender white hands politely, like a naughty lady.
"You are Harvey, make a friend, Harvey, can you tell me your story?"
"No...don't come..."
Out of sight, the huge and complex instrument of torture was slowly picked up from the cart by the devil's loyal guard, the cold-blooded butcher, and placed on the wide floor tiles outside the cell. There were also placed items such as wooden shackles, bone-breaking knives, pulley saws, etc.
Messy stuff.
"Let...let me go, Miss Xina, please! Give me a good time!"
Kneeling on the ground, the man wearing a fear mask kept kowtowing to the girl, begging for forgiveness.
"no."
The girl shook her head in refusal without hesitation.
"If you do something bad, you will be punished. No one can escape except brother Lester. This is the iron law of the Emerald Territory."
"Miss Xina! Isn't it considered punishment if I die!?"
"It doesn't matter. Death without pain is a gift to kindness. Think about it, how can an incurable scum qualify for a gift?"
"Uncle Maurice, please, my friend Harvey seems a little disobedient."
"Leave it to me, Miss Xina, here is..."
"This is the neck collar. Uncle Morris, you have to tighten the lock and then put the wire into the leather buckle."
"Understood……"
"You devil!!! Ah! What are you going to do!! Let me go!!!"
"Uncle Morris has already told me your story, so it doesn't matter if you don't tell it. Let's get started~"
Soon, under the numb and empty eyes of the few remaining death row inmates in the dungeon, Harvey's body was perfectly stripped off and brutally [healed].
The half-dead man struggled in vain and gasped violently.
