Chapter 272 Frost Sword Technique I

Dean temporarily left the barracks cafeteria, and went straight to the barracks prison, a house that was almost separated from the barracks, with only one floor, and a shed on the roof, where the guards could clearly see everything around them. There is also a guard at the front and back of the house, coordinating with the guards on the roof, it can be said that there are no dead ends here.

Although there was only one prisoner in the prison, Dean's emphasis on the prisoners allowed Huck to make proper arrangements.

"My lord, deputy captain!"

The guards at the door and on the roof said at the same time.

In his own territory, obviously, there is no need to be so troublesome. Dean just nodded, and then motioned for Huck to take the key to open the prison door, and walked straight in.

Under Dean's signal, Huck didn't follow, but stood there with the guard at the door.

Dean walked in slowly, and there were creaks and creaks under his feet, and the sound of loose planks. Although since he took over, the entire territory has been changing with each passing day.

However, the prison still retains everything from Baron Defendi's time.

Remove prisoners.

During the Defendi period, a considerable number of "prisoners" were held here, most of whom were miners who could not pay the tax or wanted to escape from the iron mine.

However, after Dean took over, these innocent people were all acquitted.

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The only prisoner was the assassin who had tried to kill him.

No one in the entire Zelgon Territory would object to the assassin's imprisonment. In fact, if Dean hadn't expressed his desire to ask the other party if he had any accomplices. The assassin had long been hanged at the gate of the town; however. Even so. Because of the relationship between the opponent and the Chiyan mercenary group, Zelgaon became more and more resistant to the mercenaries who were already wary and disgusted.

Some militiamen privately regarded these mercenaries as similar to bandits.

Although this is somewhat biased, it is not entirely wrong.

Dean let it go.

Crunch, crunch...

The sound of loose planks,

Echoing in this corridor, there are cells with iron bars one after another. On the premise that there are no more prisoners, Dean can see the assassin at a glance.

same. that assassin can see dean too

"You want to see me?"

Dean stood outside the cell, looked at each other, and said.

The other party's left hand and left leg had completely lost their proper appearance. They were not only bloody and bloody, but some bone scum even highlighted the flesh.

Obviously, Huck followed Dean's orders very seriously.

"What do you want, let me go, and I will tell you everything!"

The assassin said directly, with a tremor in his tone.

There is both fear and pain.

Just like what Dean said to the other party for the first time, 'You are not a dead man! '

The opponent is not a dead man. He doesn't even have anything to do with the dead, although he has good strength. But the palms and skin are fair, and the real face does not have the slightest sense of weather.

Obviously this is a guy with a good life, maybe a nobleman.

This is what Dean had guessed when he first met each other.

And because of this speculation, Dean used the most direct and brutal method to treat the opponent. This is the method that real dead soldiers like to face most, but it is the method that others fear the most.

A week or so.

The other party started begging for mercy, which didn't surprise Dean. He was even surprised that the other party could last for a week. After all, according to Dean's guess, the other party only lasted for about three days; however, Thinking of the other party's daring assassination, and the fairly eye-catching layout, Dean was relieved that the other party was not a rich man, and even, from the perspective of the nobleman, the other party was not bad.

It is natural that such people should be more persistent.

Of course, because of this, Dean became more careful about the opponent.

"Tell me everything? Well, for the time being, I think you are begging for mercy... Then let's start with your identity!"

Dean smiled and looked down at each other.

"My name is John Clay, and I am one of the advisers of Prince Goselfindel!"

The assassin reported his source.

"Clay?"

Dean recalled for a moment, then thought that it was not so conspicuous to have such a force beside Fendel, but it did exist.

"So, Mr. Clay, are you in charge of the Emerald Frost Fairy's affairs?"

Dean continued to ask, with a hint of the overall situation in his words.

As the prince of Gaosai, Fendel was absolutely outstanding before he became the king of Gaosai, not only as a prince, but also in charge of Gaosai's intelligence system; Even if he does it himself, he can't really read all the information.

Therefore, most of the consultants and staff next to the other side will intervene to help Fendel manage; and some will be assigned to various places on the premise that these places have important value.

As for the slightly declining Frost Nobility of Emerald, obviously, barely enough for such qualifications.

"yes!"

The assassin nodded.

"Besides you, who else?"

Dean looked at each other and asked something more substantial.

"Also, and...and Sirian and Pike!"

The assassin hesitated a little, but when Dean closed his eyes, he immediately confessed the killing intent, which always terrified him.

He doesn't want to die!

If he wasn't afraid of death, he could have committed suicide by biting his tongue, instead of being tortured here and still lingering.

"Are Silane and Parker Frost Nobles?"

Dean nodded in satisfaction and continued to ask.

"No, they are just ordinary spies, and I am their leader..."

An assassin who has already spoken two names. No more considerations. Started to tell the whole story. And Dean's questioning continued; this question-and-answer process lasted for about half an hour.

"Very good, I like people who cooperate... After a while, I will send you some wound medicine and food, which will make you feel that everything you have paid is worthwhile; of course, there is also a small test , I will pick some questions, write them on paper, and let you answer them! Don't worry. They are all what you just said...I expect their answers to be the same!"

Dean said with a smile.

However, the assassin in the prison shuddered.

Because, he subconsciously thought of what would happen to him if the answers were inconsistent.

Ignoring the other party with fear on his face, Dean left the barracks and prison straight away. After returning to his room, he took out a piece of parchment and wrote some questions, which were excerpts from what the assassin had said before, and then together with a The bottle of mild healing potion was handed to Huck.

"Let that guy write it again, at the same time. During the treatment, you have to bring three more people to guard him!"

Dean ordered.

"OK!"

Huck nodded. He turned and left without any rebuttal.

After all, the assassination that day showed that the opponent's strength was definitely not weak, at least stronger than him.

About an hour later, Huck returned with the parchment covered with answers.

Dean took the parchment and inspected the handwriting carefully, which showed that the other party was well educated, and the extra answer showed that the other party was uneasy.

The other party obviously played some tricks and didn't tell him everything truthfully.

So much so that in his 're-examination', he had to make some explanations.

Make the answer complete and correct.

"Huck, go and cut off his good right big toe, and tell him I don't like that trick!"

Dean threw the parchment on the table and said coldly.

Huck had no extra words, nodded and left quickly.

"It will take a few more rounds... Frost Sword Art, Frost Sword Art..."

Dean leaned back in the chair, whispering softly.

For Dean, the value of that assassin's existence was nothing more than Frost Swordsmanship from beginning to end, and everything else was just a foreshadowing in the early stage.

However, for the final result, Dean doesn't mind making the foreshadowing more authentic and reliable.

Therefore, in the next three days, the assassin suffered some pain continuously because Dean would not only put some of the things he asked that day in the 're-examination' assessment, but also put the things he asked in the previous few days Certain questions are placed inside, and this naturally increases the difficulty.

However, whenever the assassin answered 'correctly' in a true sense, in addition to the proper food and medicine, Dean would also give some extra medicine to relieve the other party's pain.

And after getting the extra medicine for the first time, the assassin was obviously a lot more honest.

In the two answers yesterday, he didn't play any tricks, and even took the initiative to tell Dean something more in exchange for more drugs.

After all, the other party's hands and feet, if there are more medicines, are not incurable.

As for this, Dean is well aware of this, because he is very clear about what he is doing, just like domesticating wild animals, the combination of whip and food will always be effective.

Especially after a period of time, after concentrated whipping, this effect will become more and more obvious.

Flipping through the parchment Huck sent again, Dean stood up, holding two bottles of secondary healing potions in his hands. These are Ike's new works.

In this regard, Dean once again lamented Ike's talent.

"My lord, do you want to go in person?"

Huck looked at Dean who put on his coat in surprise.

"Well, what the other party knows is almost excavated, and only some core parts are left. Besides, I don't have much time left. After all, my southbound itinerary has been set!"

Dean picked up the parchment he had accumulated in the past few days, and answered like this.

Huck nodded. He naturally knew that the lord he was loyal to would be leaving tomorrow.

The first update of ps~(to be continued...) ()