Dean temporarily left the barracks cafeteria and walked straight to the barracks prison - a house that was almost out of the barracks, with only one floor, and a four-sided lookout shed on the roof, on which the guards could clearly see the surrounding qiē, and in the front and back of the house, there was also a guard, with the guards on the roof, it can be said that there are no dead corners here.

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

"Sir, deputy head of the regiment!"

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

In his own territory, there was obviously no need for such trouble, Dean just nodded, and then, motioning for Huck to take the key and open the prison door, and walked straight inside.

Huck did not follow at Dean's signal, but stood there with the guard at the door.

Dean walked in slowly, creaking, creaking, and the sound of loose planks beneath his feet—though the entire territory had been changing with each passing day since he took over.

However, the prison still retains a qiē from the time of Baron de Fendi.

Removal of prisoners.

During the Defendi period, there were a considerable number of 'prisoners' held here, mostly miners who could not pay their taxes or wanted to escape from the iron mines.

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

The only prisoner was the Assassin who had tried to assassinate him.

For this Assassin's prisoner. Forbidden, no one in the entire Zelgang Territory would have objected, in fact, if it weren't for Dean expressing his desire to ask if the other party had accomplices. The assassin had long since been hanged at the gates of the town; But. Even so. Because of the relationship between the other party and the Chiyan mercenary group, Zeergang led more and more resistant to the already wary and disgusted mercenaries.

Some militiamen privately even regarded these mercenaries as similar to bandits.

This is a bit biased, but it's not entirely wrong.

Dean let it go.

Crunchy......

The sound of loose wooden planks echoed through the corridors, and the cells were barred with iron bars, so that Dean could see the assassin at a glance without more prisoners.

The same. The assassin could also see Dean—

"You want to see me?"

Dean said, standing outside the cell, looking at the other man.

The other party's left hand and left leg have completely lost their proper appearance, they are not only blurred flesh and blood, but some bone slag even highlights the flesh.

Obviously, Huck did what Dean told him to do.

"What do you want, let me go, I'll tell you everything!"

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

There is both fear and pain.

As Dean said to the other for the first time, 'You're not a dead man!' ’

The other party is not a dead man. There's not even a place to have anything to do with the dead.,Although it has a good strength.。 But the palms, the skin is fair, and the real face does not have the slightest sense of wind and frost.

Apparently this is a guy with a very nourishing life, maybe he is still a nobleman.

This was the first time Dean met the other party, and there was a guess.

And because of this speculation, Dean used the most direct and brutal method to deal with the other party - this is the most favorite method of the real dead soldiers, but it is the method that everyone else fears the most.

A week or so.

The other party began to beg for mercy, which did not surprise Dean, and even, the other party was able to hold out for a week, which already surprised Dean, after all, according to Dean's guess, the other party only supported for about three days at most; However, when he thought of the other party's audacious assassination and the layout that was still eye-catching, Dean was relieved - the other party was not a wine bag and rice bag, and even, from the perspective of the aristocracy, the other party was not bad.

Such people should insist more, and it is natural that they should be.

Of course, because of this, Dean is more careful with the other party.

"Sue me all of them? Well, for the time being, I think you're begging me for mercy...... So let's start with who you are! ”

Dean smiled and looked down at the other.

"My name is John. Clay, one of Prince Gausayfendel's advisors! ”

The Assassin revealed his provenance.

"Clay?"

Dean thought back for a moment, and it occurred to him that there was such a force beside Findel—not very conspicuous, but it did exist.

"So, Mr. Clay, you're in charge of the Emerald Frost Elves?"

Dean continued to ask, his words revealing a hint of the big picture.

As the prince of Gaosai, Findel was definitely capable before he really ascended the throne and became the king of Gaosai, not only as a prince, but also in charge of Gaosai's intelligence system; However, even if Findel was doing everything himself, he couldn't really read all the information.

Therefore, most of the advisers and staff members around the other party will intervene to help Findel manage; And some of them will be distributed to various places – provided that they are of great value.

And the frost aristocracy, who is a little declining jadeite, is obviously barely qualified for this.

"Yes!"

The Assassin nodded.

"Who else but you?"

Dean looked at the other and asked something more substantial.

"Also, there's ...... And Celine and Pike! ”

The Assassin hesitated, but when Dean narrowed his eyes, he immediately confessed truthfully—the kind of murderous intent that always terrified him.

He doesn't want to die!

If it weren't for the fear of death, he could have killed himself by biting his tongue, instead of being tortured here and still breathing.

"Are Silane and Parker the Frost Aristocrats?"

Dean nodded in satisfaction and continued.

"No, they're just ordinary spies, I'm their leader......"

The Assassin who has already uttered two names. There is no more care. Begin to hold it out in its entirety. And Dean's inquiry continued; This question-and-answer process lasted about half an hour.

"It's good, I like people to work with...... In a moment, I'll have someone bring you some medicine and food—they'll make you feel like it's worth it; Of course, there is also a small test, and I will pick some questions, write them down on a piece of paper, and let you answer! Rest assured. It's all you just said...... I expect them to be the same! ”

Dean said with a smile.

However, the Assassin in the prison shuddered.

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

Ignoring the frightened face of the other party, Dean left the barracks and returned to his room, pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote down some questions, which were excerpts from the Assassin's previous words, and handed it to Huck along with a bottle of mild healing potion.

"Let that guy write it again, at the same time. Heal him – you'll have to take three more men to watch over him! ”

Dean commanded.

"Okay!"

Huck nodded. Turned and walked away without the slightest 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 parchment full of answers.

Dean took the parchment and examined it carefully—the neat handwriting showed that the other party was well educated, and the extra answers showed that the other party was uneasy.

The other party obviously played some small tricks, and did not tell him all 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 intact right big toe, and tell him - I don't like this kind of trick!"

Dean threw the parchment on the table and said coldly.

Huck didn't have any extra words, nodded his head, and walked away at a brisk pace.

"It's going to take a few more rounds...... Frost Swordsmanship, Frost Swordsmanship......"

Dean leaned back in his chair and muttered quietly.

For Dean, the value of that assassin was nothing more than the swordsmanship of frost from beginning to end, and any other qiē was just a foreshadowing of the early stage.

However, for the sake of the end result, Dean doesn't mind making the foreshadowing more and more reliable.

As a result, over the next three days, the Assassin suffered a few more pains in a row - because Dean would not only put some of the things he asked that day in the 'recheck' assessment, but also some of the questions from the previous days, which naturally made it more difficult.

However, whenever the Assassin answered 'correct' in the true sense of the word, Dean would give him some extra medicine in addition to the food and medicine he should have, to ease the other person's pain.

And after getting the extra medicine for the first time, the assassin was apparently much more honest.

In yesterday's two answers, he didn't play any tricks, and even took the initiative to tell SùDean something more, in order to get more medicine.

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

Dean knew this, for he knew very well what he was doing, as if he were domesticating a wild beast, and the combination of the whip and food would always work.

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

Flipping through the parchment from Huck once more, Dean stood up, two bottles of secondary healing potions in his hand—Ike's new creation.

In this regard, Dean sighed again at Ike's talent.

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

Huck looked at Dean in surprise as he put on his coat.

"Well, what the other party knows, it's almost dug up, and only some core parts are left - and besides, I don't have much time, after all, my itinerary for the south has already been decided!"

Dean picked up the parchment he had accumulated over the past few days and replied like this.

Huck nodded, knowing that his allegiance to the Lord would be leaving tomorrow.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)