Wells was stunned. Only to hear Percy Robinson continue to ask:
"You look like an officer. If you tell me your name, maybe I'll remember it. The Genoa Civil Defense Force made them prisoners so quickly? It's really weak. So much money was wasted. Fortunately, Sean was expelled from the civil service.
Defense Army, otherwise you would have to come with me to keep you company. What a pity!"
By saying this, I wonder if you are very disappointed in Sean?
"Are you Mr. Percy Robinson of the Robinson family?" Wells couldn't believe it. "I am the chief instructor, Herbert Wells."
"I have heard of your name. As the vice chairman of the Military Supplies Review Committee, I never expected to meet you in this situation. If possible, it would be better never to meet you." Percy threw away the teasing he just said.
Xin asked, "Tell me, how did you defeat?"
Wells smiled miserably: "This is a group of rookies who were unprepared and attacked by werewolves late at night. They collapsed within a few minutes of the werewolves' attack. The soldiers who were willing to fight could not even find weapons."
"
"It looks like they returned to their home base here after they succeeded?" Percy asked.
"Yes, I guess their purpose is to obtain military supplies, especially gunpowder." Wells said, "I saw that they were particularly concerned about gunpowder along the way."
"That's right." Percy raised his head and glanced at the werewolf guards walking above the cellar, "The job they let the slaves do is to make grenades, so in addition to smelting iron, they also make gunpowder."
Wells looked at Percy carefully, his expression was very complicated. Percy was a little strange by his eyes:
"Don't you have any special hobbies?"
"Um...Mr. Robinson, I really want to know whether you did that thing?" Wells asked tentatively, "When I set off from Vichy, I heard some rumors about the Robinson family, which seemed to be detrimental to you.
.”
"What did I do?" Posic asked.
"It is rumored that you poisoned the heir to the Robinson family and almost died..."
"What?" Percy was shocked. He rushed over and strangled Wells's neck tightly. "Tell me, what happened to Carl? Who poisoned him?"
Wells was choked and couldn't breathe, and kicked Percy over. Percy rushed at him again, and Wells had no choice but to twist his arm and pin him down.
"Let me go, you soldier!"
At this time, a werewolf came over and stabbed Wells several times with a big wooden stick.
Wells felt like his back was going to be stabbed through.
After the werewolf cursed and walked away, Percy calmed down, lowered his voice, and asked eagerly: "Tell me, what's going on?"
Wells told everything he knew. He was a serious soldier and not a gossip, but this matter was a big deal and even he knew many details in the military camp.
Percy was stunned and murmured to himself: "Thank God, Carl is fine. The Robinson family owes Sean another big favor."
He shed tears:
"God is my witness, how could I harm my nephew? This is the only bloodline of my respected cousin. I lost my brother first, and then my parents. My cousin is as tall as my father in my eyes. I
How could it hurt Karl?”
"Mr. Robinson, why are you being locked up here?" Wells asked. Percy didn't look as sinister and sinister as rumored.
"To be honest, I don't know." Percy shook his head. "One night I was about to go to bed, and suddenly two strangers appeared in the room. They took me out of the house with muskets, and got into a carriage. Then.
They forced me to drink a potion, and when I woke up, I was here, enduring the smell of urine from these ugly werewolves every day!"
Wells looked at Percy with an incredible look:
"They seem to be giving you preferential treatment?"
Percy nodded: "Compared to those poor slaves, it is true. They let me do light work and get one piece of black bread more than the slaves every day. Maybe those who kidnapped me had some hidden agreement with the werewolves.
I have been waiting for them to put forward conditions. If it is a ransom, my cousin will definitely pay it no matter how much it is. But when I met you today, you told me the terrible things that happened to my nephew."
At this point, Percy whispered: "I must find a way to escape, otherwise I will bear such a big stigma and I will never rest in peace. Don't you want to escape?"
Wells nodded.
"Then let's work together."
Percy was obviously an extremely optimistic person. Wells asked himself, he was already devastated when he was captured, and he did not expect the werewolves to demand ransom from Genoa.
At dawn the next day, Wells was woken up by werewolves stabbing him with wooden sticks.
Of course there was no breakfast. He and his fellow soldiers who were also hungry were grouped together and engaged in the heaviest work, digging coal.
The werewolves found an open-pit coal mine here, and the dug coal was used to smelt iron. The iron raw materials were all snatched from the mountains by the werewolves, including iron locks, horseshoes, hoes, iron plowshares and even kitchen knives.
The werewolf ordered the captured blacksmith to melt the iron tools and then make large knives and giant axes, including iron shells used to make grenades.
The new troops in Wells are responsible for the most physically demanding job of digging coal, because the previous people have been tortured to death. They need to go down to the extremely deep pits dug and dig heavy coal filled with coal stones.
Put the basket on your back.
If you move a little slower, you will attract the werewolf's merciless whip.
And Percy was undoubtedly the most favored person. He was only responsible for sweeping up and collecting the coal scattered on the ground.
After a tiring day, Wells received several whip marks and a small piece of black bread. The bread was harder than coal and smaller than a fist.
Outside the cellar, there was a sound of women crying. It was the werewolves who were abusing the women they had just captured, and these women became the tools for them to vent their lust.
"Here you go!" Percy took out a piece of black bread from his arms and handed it to Wells.
"Where did you get it?" Wills asked curiously.
"There was a guy who couldn't hold on any longer, and he was still clutching this piece of black bread tightly before he died." Percy said, "That guy claimed to have been a cook. Ha, cook!"
Percy laughed until he cried.
"Damn bastard!" Wells cursed in a low voice.
"Save your energy." Percy put the bread into Wells's hand and closed his eyes to meditate.
He misses the soft bed and mellow wine at home very much now. Here, he seems to have lived for a hundred years, seeing death and the most miserable slavery in the world every day.
Those werewolves claim that their ancestors were treated unfairly by humans, so why aren't they doing evil? This is just the natural law of nature in which the weak eat the strong.
"I must get out of here!" Percy said.
"But it's difficult. These werewolves are extremely guarded. Today I witnessed a guy who was caught trying to escape and had his flesh cut off by the werewolves one by one. He died very tragically," Wells said, such a terrifying scene.
It left him with lingering fears.
In the next few days, the two still went to work every day.
When Wells comes back every night, there will be a few more whip marks on his body. Fatigue and hunger have surpassed the fear of death. I'm afraid it won't be long before he is what the werewolf leader calls "wood", right?
There are at least three hundred such "woods" in this temporary werewolf camp, and countless rotten "woods".
Percy was taken to Wolf King Wolf's "palace", which was a natural cave. Unlike what he imagined, it was very dry and kept very clean.
Percy even saw a simple desk.
Wolf King is sitting on the desk writing something. Obviously werewolves are not as uncivilized as human legends say. They also have a civilization similar to humans, but they focus more on fighting against the harsh environment.
.
Behind Wolf stood a werewolf wearing leather armor, and in front of him to the right sat a guy wearing a zodiac snake mask.
Percy stared at the "snake" angrily.
Seeing Percy being brought in, Wolf put down the pen in his hand and said with a smile: "Haha, I'm sorry, I've been busy these days and I've been slow to treat my guests."
"Guest?" Percy said with a smile, "If you need a ransom, the Robinson family is willing to give you the amount you ask for."
"No, no!" Wolf shook the hairy hand on the back of his hand, "I don't care which family you come from. You are just a prisoner of my friends or allies, and I just provide a place to hold you. He has already
It was paid and very generous.”
"Who is it? I also want to find such a generous friend." Percy said.
"Don't worry. In fact, you have already seen it. Maybe you will be free soon. This is why you have been receiving preferential treatment." Wolf said, "Now please allow me to introduce the representatives of my allies to the distinguished Mr. Robinson.
, Mr. Snake.”
"Okay, you guys can talk slowly." Wolf took the initiative to lead his subordinates away.
Mr. Snake and Percy were the only ones left in the cave.
"Are you very angry and want to kill me?" Snake said at this time.
"Of course!" Percy did not deny it, "Can you throw away your mask? This is not polite behavior."
There was a chuckle under the snake mask: "We don't have to discuss these irrelevant things. Now we are talking about a deal."
"Trade? I have nothing to trade with, especially when I don't know who my transaction partner is!" Percy said coldly: "When you use despicable and shameless means to poison my
Nephew, I can't make the so-called deal. Can you, the rebellious party members, be so unscrupulous in order to achieve your goals?"
"For holy purposes, drastic measures are necessary. You nobles and privileged people are a group of vultures eating carrion. You are not qualified to talk about fair treatment. Shouldn't your nephew be born a noble? He is better than a
Are farmers' sons born more noble?" Snake's
The tone was very unkind, "I heard that Mr. Percy Robinson often talks about freedom, fraternity, and, by the way, equality in his private salon in Poitou. What is equality? This is not a charity for the people from your privileged class.
, it’s not a bone you threw out after you exploited the common people!”
Having said this, Snake took out a small glass bottle from his inner pocket. This kind of glass bottle filled with white powder had been seen by Percy before, and the guy who kidnapped him had also taken it out and smoked it.
The snake took out the glass stopper, then opened a corner of the mask and sucked in part of the powder with one nostril.
The snake's body seemed to tremble, and its eyes were blurred. Percy felt that he could do something, then the snake raised its right hand, and a dagger flew past Percy's forehead, cutting off a lock of his hair.
The dagger penetrated deeply into the crevice of the stone.
Percy turned pale with fear.
"Never has a prey escaped from my hands." The snake returned to normal.
He raised the glass bottle in his hand: "Do you know what this is?"
Percy said: "Probably opium or something like that."
Snake snapped his fingers: "Yes. But this 'fairy powder' is much more powerful than opium, because it can not only bring calmness, courage, strength, but also make the smoker unable to get rid of its control. Once addicted, this
People will not be able to get rid of it, because once they cannot get it, the person will have his organs ripped out while he is still alive and eventually die miserably."
Seeing that Percy didn't answer, Snake said: "I'm going to let Mr. Robinson try the fairy powder, just to see if you can be an exception."
"What are you going to do?" Percy was angry and scared.
"We just want you to become an earl. Haven't you ever thought about it?" Snake said.
"You planned to poison me and lay the blame on me. I have become a wanted criminal. How could I become a count?" Percy asked.
"Didn't the officer who lives with you tell you that this was all done by the 'snake', because there is evidence at both scenes, and you are just a suspect. As long as we can help you prove that you are just an innocent person,
For example, the origin of that silver pot, who made it, and who gave it to your cousin, the earl."
The snake tried to show patience and kindness, but the mask looked so vicious and vicious to Percy.
"Did you start planning it a few years ago?"
Percy was very shocked because there was a pair of silver pots, and when he was in the Holy City, his cousin had given one of them to him before he died, so that he could take it back to his hometown in the south.
"Haha, we didn't expect that your cousin would give one to his son. He really dotes on his heir!" Snake laughed, "This makes us have to add follow-up plans. This plan is to make you become
The Count of Roenborg. A perfect plan!"
"I won't let you succeed, bug! Vulture!" Percy stood up angrily.
Several strong men poured in from outside the cave. They pushed Percy to the ground, pinched his nose, poured fairy powder into his mouth, and then poured cold water into his mouth.
"Don't worry, I will keep this precious medicine and see you again in half a month!"
Percy choked with tears and was carried by several strong men and thrown back to his cellar.
As soon as the strong men left, he stuffed his fingers into his throat and stirred vigorously to make himself vomit.
The gastric juices turned up, and an unpleasant smell filled the air. Even so, he still felt his body was chilling and twitching. He lay on the ground in pain, feeling extremely nauseated, and the touch of his skin became dull.
When Wells came back in the evening, he saw Percy in a very bad state. Percy grabbed Wells by the collar and said word by word: