An oil lamp was lit in the damp and cold interrogation room. In the dim light, the young man saw three rows of iron racks on the right side. These three racks were filled with various types of torture instruments, some of which had not been completely washed.
The flesh and blood, judging from the color of the minced meat, seems to be quite fresh.
Now there are heavy wooden shackles around the young man's neck, and his body is tied to a large metal chair with several iron chains. These iron chains deliberately fixed his joints during the binding, so that even though he is a powerful man,
Even the strong orcs couldn't break free.
The young man thought that these people who tied him up to this extent really thought too highly of him. After all, his escape success rate was zero at the moment, and he generally would not make such a useless struggle.
Well, if they replaced the iron chain with a hemp rope, he would really use the black flame to see if he could burn the rope.
"Boy, do you know you committed a crime?"
Now Sitting in front of the thin young man, Fortina, who originally looked like a mountain of flesh, looked more like a wall of flesh, directly blocking the two evil-looking "ghosts" behind him.
"Uh, I know."
At this time, the young man felt that Fortina's figure was very considerate. Fortunately, all he could see was Fortina's huge figure. Otherwise, these two "ghosts" with eyes that looked like they were about to eat people would really make him feel on pins and needles.
But it's no wonder that these "ghosts" have a bitter hatred for him. After all, he made one of the companions of these "ghosts" fall from the sixth-floor walkway thirty meters above the ground. It's probably a disaster.
So after the young man realized what he had done, he was completely panicked.
I am happy to be able to defeat a "ghost" now, but this situation is not right.
The relationship between each "ghost" in the Findara branch is generally very close. There are not a few "ghosts" who have grown up together since childhood. Even if they are not from the same training base, the "ghosts" have all worked together.
Over the years, we have had deep feelings for each other.
If the boy really killed one of them, unless superiors like Mingdie or Fortina were willing to personally protect him, he would probably not see the light of the next day after being locked up in a cell for one night.
The young man who is well aware of the nature of "ghosts" has no doubt that he will be directly and secretly executed by these violent "ghosts".
"Boy, there's good news."
"ha?"
"That unlucky guy didn't get to see Hades, and he still has to be his guard in this wretched place."
Fortina held his generous chin and looked at the black-haired boy with a playful expression.
"Is he okay after falling from such a high place?"
This news surprised the young man. He didn't expect that the "ghost" had such strong muscles and bones that he could survive a fall from the sixth floor walkway.
I don't know whether he is happy or disappointed, but the young man has a complicated mood.
"Of course it won't be okay. That young man probably won't be able to get out of bed for more than a month."
Not long after the boy was taken into the interrogation room, the "ghost" was discovered in the pool at the bottom of the cave. Although he only had one breath left at the time, he was still alive after all. After being treated by the witch doctor, his life was
Saved.
It was perfectly fine for Fortina to call the "ghost" who was at least thirty or forty years old a "young man."
Fortina is an earth elf. By human standards, his appearance seems to be around forty to fifty years old. In fact, he is older than the two-hundred-year-old night elf Butterfried, who is said to be three years old.
100 years old.
It is not easy to become a formal member of any department in this killer organization. Even mass-produced guards like "Ghost" will still have many rejects. Only those who can become an official "Ghost"
They are warriors who have experienced life and death.
For the Smiling Puppet, the loss of these official "ghost" members, although not painful, is not a trivial matter.
"Although he is not dead, you still have to..."
"Accept the punishment, right?"
The young man sighed. Needless to say, Fortina knew that he would not be completely fine. As a temporary member of the Smiling Puppet, he took the initiative to attack the "ghost", which was similar to "attacking the police".
How could it be so easy to just walk away from the interrogation room? No matter what, he had to pay a price, otherwise he would not be able to convince the public.
"Should I cut off my fingers, have my face tattooed and goug out my eyes, or amputate my hands and feet?"
"Yo? Boy, are you looking forward to these punishments being used on you?"
"Uh, I was joking. Tell me what I have to do."
Hearing what Fortina said, the young man felt reassured, and it seemed that he would not accept too harsh a punishment.
Then this would be perfect. He didn't want to be permanently disabled because he beat up someone he wanted to beat.
"It's very simple, you go and perform a blue-level mission."
Fortina handed a piece of parchment wrapped with a blue ribbon to the young man. Even if the "ghost" was not dead, and there was the great god Mingdie behind him, according to the rules of the organization, he still had to have
Some symbolic punishment.
"Uh? My injury hasn't healed yet."
"You can throw a ghost into the pool until it's half dead, and you still say it's not healed?"
Fortina glared at the young man. He knew that this boy was full of evil ideas, but no matter what he said, Fortina would not give him any other choice.
"Then I don't have enough experience..."
"Experience is accumulated slowly. There has to be a first time for everything."
"You are not afraid that I will run away."
"I'm kidding, do you think I'll let you go alone? You're assisting a veteran in executing it this time, and you're not doing it alone."
"But……"
A blue-level mission is a high-level mission that is likely to make a skilled killer unable to return. The reward is usually considerable, but the total reward is directly proportional to the risk. In the young man's eyes, this kind of punishment is the same as asking him to die.
"Haha, kid, if you make excuses again, I will cut off your hand tendons and hamstrings and make you stay in that small room and fight for food with mice."
Fortina sneered, simply and clearly ending the boy's delusion of another choice.
"Okay, I'll take it."
That's all, isn't it just a murder mission? As a murderer, you should have the consciousness of being killed.
Knowing that he really had no choice, the young man opened his palm and asked Fortina to place the task list in his hand.
"That's right. You have to live well, kid."
Fortina patted the boy on the shoulder with a smile on his face, then he stood up and said to the two "ghosts" behind him: "Untie him."
Two "ghosts" walked up to the young man, one on the left and the other on the right. They took the keys and unlocked the cuffs on the young man's hands. Their unlocking action was a bit rough, and the tight iron locks made the young man's hands red and swollen.
"The ghost seemed to be venting its anger for that companion, but the young man chose to bite his tongue and remain silent.
After a while, a bunch of heavy chains jingled, and the boy's bound body became free.
But now the young man's expression is not clear. To him, the thin parchment in his hand is as heavy as these chains and shackles.