"I understand all the truth." Lying in the luxurious large bath for ten people, the black lion Hakon looked at Tristan who was watching from a distance with a slightly depressed look: "But what about you? You even have to monitor me during bathing time.
?The one who was sent to monitor me was the prince of this country? Really?!"
"I didn't come here after receiving an order, I came here because I wanted to spy on you." Tristan said with a straight face: "You are such a dangerous person, please be a little more conscious, Mr. Hakon."
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"Just call me Hakon." The young lion man rubbed his neck and kept pouring hot water on his hair that was already wet with water.
Although watching a man take a shower made Tristan a little queasy, he was still loyal to his duties and did not miss any detail. Hakon was surrounded by mystery. No matter how perfect the Icelandic intelligence network was, he was not even connected to this man.
It was puzzling that he couldn't find any details about the lion man. So Tristan planned to use close observation to dig out as much information as possible from this lion man bit by bit.
The devil is often hidden in the details. Even the tiniest clues, as long as a detective is good at observing and digging, they may eventually become the key to solving the case.
Having said that...that guy is really down and out.
The orcs' hair is usually dry and looks relatively fluffy. But when the orcs get wet, the hair often sticks to their bodies as tightly as a dog-skin plaster. At this time, the orcs' true figure will appear -----
-A whole circle thinner than usual. Even before taking a bath, Hakon seemed to have become ridiculously thin among his kind, and now when the guy is soaked, the weather-beaten black lion looks at it
He looked even more skinny.
------Not to mention humans. How long does it take for an orc to starve before he becomes so thin and pathetic?
And what are the scars on that guy's body? The distribution of the scars is not right, most of them are concentrated on the back, and there are surprisingly many scars in other strange places. It seems that these are not wounds caused by battle at all, more like
It was a wound caused by abuse, and the wound was so deep and so old that it probably didn't happen overnight.
What on earth has that guy been through?
Tristan suddenly had a very bad imagination, and he conjured up a horrifying picture of an orc in a dark dungeon with no clothes on, no food to eat, and having been subjected to one-sided beatings for decades.
But just knowing this is not helpful in finding out the guy's life experience or finding the organization hidden behind him. If you want to know more, you must get more words from this guy.
Tristan looked at the bathroom ceiling thoughtfully, thinking about how to get words out of the other person's mouth.
"Oh, is there nothing we can do?" Knowing that the fishman prince was trying to get clues from him, the black lion man spoke actively, as if he was teasing Tristan: "You want to get information from me, no?"
Can't you work harder?"
Tristan frowned, feeling the urge to get angry.
"Huhuhu, are you angry?" Hakon sneered, "That's fine. Since you are eager to know my details, and you want to know to the extent that you have to peek at me taking a shower, then as a reward, it's not a big deal for me to reveal a little bit to you.
No way~"
"I'm just spying on you, can you please don't use such obscene words to describe me?" Tristan said while holding back his anger.
"Well," the Black Lion ignored the fishman prince's complaints and said to himself, "I'm just a nobody. What I'm going to say may make you bored. If so, I'm sorry; I'm going to say something next.
It may also cause you discomfort. If you are afraid that my story will contaminate your ears, it is best to plug your ears first."
What the hell is that? Tristan muttered in his heart. This kind of statement is obviously to lure others to listen.
"Then I said, please be mentally prepared." The young lion man kept showing off, and at the moment when the fishman prince almost lost his patience and started to curse, he said: "I, I was originally a slave. Even myself
I don’t know who my parents are or where they are from. I have been forced to work in a dark mine since I was young. I do the heaviest hard work and eat sour black bread. I can barely survive.
On the level of not starving to death."
Sure enough. Tristan noticed an unnatural scar on Hakon's wrist from the very beginning. It might be damage accumulated over the years. Even the black lion hair on his body couldn't easily cover it. Occasionally, it would still appear.
Some traces were exposed. The damage should be caused by long-term wear and tear between the handcuffs worn by the slaves and the constant movement of their wrists.
"It was a really hard time," Hakon continued: "
If you work hard, you will be beaten; if you are lazy, you will be beaten;
If you are sick and have a fever, you will be beaten severely; if you fall down due to fatigue, you will be beaten severely.
No matter what the occasion, the mine overseers found reasons to beat slaves.
No matter what day it is, those bad-tempered thugs are looking for someone to vent their anger on.
Ah, that damn whip. It burned like fire when it fell on me.
Ah, that damn cinder. Adding fuel to the original pain.
Day after day, year after year, he was beaten and abused, squeezed dry and hollowed out, struggling with hunger and pain;
His body was covered with wounds and blood, and he had no way to seek help. He was just waiting for death, but he waited until that adult arrived.
I don’t know how he found me in the dark mine, covered in soot, and even the blood and pus on my wounds were wrapped in coal.
But he gently picked up the dirty, dying child and whispered to me that everything would be fine.
You will never know how touched I was when I was rescued.
Although the tear glands have dried up and the voice has dried up, I can't even say thank you to him.
I still want to spend the rest of my life to repay my adoptive father.
Did you know that despite his noble status, he sat in front of my hospital bed and carefully applied the medicine on my wound even though he didn't need to do it himself?
Did you know that despite being extremely wealthy, he always took some time to come back to visit me who had been ill for a long time?
Day after day, year after year, his care for me never stopped.
He was always there until I was so weak that I could stand up again.
He never asked me for anything. He said I didn't have to do anything and I could leave on my own when I wanted to.
But I saw all his pain. He spent his whole life pursuing death, but was trapped in the eternal reincarnation.
At that time, I knew my mission and what I had to do for him. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to help him achieve his wish.
Because he is my irreplaceable family member, even if I sacrifice my life for him, I will faithfully perform it without hesitation.
Do you have this awareness, Prince Tristan of the Kingdom of Iceland?
Do you really have this awareness, mermaids of the Mermaid Kingdom?"
The black lion Hakon walked out of the bath while talking menacingly and approached Tristan. After he finished speaking, he was dangerously close. Hakon, who was completely naked, was so bold
, squatting and kneeling in front of Tristan, staring face to face with the fishman prince, his face was less than five inches away from Tristan.
"So...what are you trying to explain?" Tristan was extremely uncomfortable being stared at. Out of self-defense instinct, he almost killed Hakon, but his reason pulled him back from the dangerous edge of murderous impulse.
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"What I want to say is actually very simple." Hakon said with a sneer, his burgundy eyes seeming to emit a fatal and seductive evil light: "Don't mess with us. Of course, your Kingdom of Iceland has strong national strength and elite soldiers.
There are many strong generals, but you lack faith."
"Faith, faith?"
"The belief that every subordinate dares to die for his master." Black Lion continued: "You don't have it, but we do. Although our organization is much smaller than the entire Kingdom of Iceland, it is impossible to
But every member of our organization is loyal to my adoptive father and can dedicate everything to him. Our organization is a big family, and every family member has a deep love for that adult. I
I have always believed that only love is the most powerful force in this world. Therefore, you will never, ever want to go to war with an organization like ours. Because you will never, never know what a group of fearless lunatics can do for love.
What a terrible thing happened."
The more he listened, the more chilled Tristan felt.
That guy is probably serious, that guy is probably really crazy.
So crazy yet so rational, this opponent is the most terrifying in the world.
"So what do you want..." the prince asked tentatively, but he lacked the confidence to force his words out.
"Didn't I say it? What my adoptive father wants is just the sapphire [Tears of the Snow Country] in the hands of your family." The sneer on Hakon's face turned into a seductive smile: "Let us shake hands and make peace.
, to fulfill the last wish of a dying old man. In business, the prescription I give you is absolutely effective, and I will not lie to you. And you, it is best not to lie to me, and don’t cause trouble for me.
My family’s trouble. Otherwise------＂
He narrowed his eyes, and his face that originally looked sinister suddenly became even more sinister.
"I'm afraid some bad things will happen in the Kingdom of Iceland in the near future. For example...all the mermaids in the entire kingdom suddenly contract [deep sea fever], or something like that. I hope you will
There are indeed enough materials to make medicine for treating diseases. But I estimate that less than 1% of people in this country can survive such a catastrophe."
Then the prince was shocked: "...You must be kidding me!"
"Whether it's a joke or not, we can wait and see." Hakon seemed to have lost interest in continuing to threaten Tristan. He turned around, wrapped his body in a large towel, and walked out of the bathroom: "Now, Your Highness, could you please help me?"
Should I be escorted back to prison?"
This lunatic, who is fearless and fearless, is enjoying all of this. Even teasing the Queen of Iceland and Prince Tristan are probably part of his plan.