Madr's shouting had been ringing in the basement of the house that belonged to him, on the side of the moat, and had not stopped since he had been doused with a ladle of cold water, and now that he was tied to a stake in a cross, first to betray his Zmo, then to Dean who stood in the room, and to the Marquis de Vauban who was on his list of scolding.

"Bastards, you sons of a bitch!"

"Someone will avenge me, you see!"

"Even if I die, I won't let you go!"

……

"Y-What are you going to do?!"

This shouting and scolding stopped abruptly after Dean took out a sharp knife—Dean was gently, as if stroking. Feeling. The man's hand brushed over the sharp blade, and then, turning his head, looked at Madel.

Suddenly, Madel's face twitched, and even his pupils contracted violently.

"What are you going to do?!"

Madr asked again, his voice raised a little more, but the trembling tone of his voice exposed the cowardice in the spy's heart.

As if he hadn't heard the other party's question, Dean walked up to the other party and carefully straightened the index finger of the other party's left hand - Madr clenched his fist with all his might, but compared to Dean's strength, he was obviously not enough, and easily, Dean broke the opponent's fist. Madel's index finger was detached from the palm of his hand.

This is followed by the middle, ring, and little fingers.

Mader only had the palm of his left hand left with his thumb, which looked bare.

Madel's screams never stopped, especially when Dean stepped to the other side and gestured his knife toward his other right hand. There was a little more panic in Madel's screams, and then there were repeated cries: "If you want to know anything, I will tell you everything...... Please, let me go, let me go! ”

Dean stopped. He looked coldly at Madel's tearful face. The hatred in his slightly squinted eyes was so obvious - Dean couldn't let go of Gosai's betrayal. This is especially true of these guys who have played a key role in the betrayal.

You know, Gao Sai's spy network has always been in the hands of the Prince of Findell.

And that Prince of Gosai is naturally immortal for Dean.

Burst!

The sword flashed again.

Madr left hand on the palm of his hand. The only remaining thumb also left the palm of the hand and fell to the ground, and the palm of the left hand, which was completely bare, shook back and forth like this, even with Madel's whole body, it is completely conceivable, if not tied. At this moment, Madr must have rolled on the ground in pain. "Silence!"

However, when the word Dean came out, this Mr. Spy, suddenly. He stopped wailing—not that it didn't hurt anymore, but that fear made him endure the pain.

"You know, I know it!"

With these words, Dean began, and then, slowly, said, "The reason why I didn't kill you on the spot was to torture you well - just like the attack you arranged for me!" ”

"The matter of Tyr Collar was not arranged by me, it was a misunderstanding! That tax collector is not my person at all! ”

Madr said again and again - it was clear that he had already received a detailed report on what had happened to Dean in Tyre.

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

Dean looked at the face of the coachman and sneered—the face of the glue and flour became strange and hideous at the pull, and the knife in his hand was once again aimed at Madel's right hand.

Feeling the coldness and sharpness of his right hand, Mader shook his whole body again.

"I can prove it! I can prove it! ”

He shouted.

"Proof? How can such a thing be proven? ”

Dean's brow furrowed as if he had been fooled into his anger at the moment.

"I have a diary, and, and, ......"

"What else? Say! ”

"And the letters I exchanged with the brood, they all prove that I have no ill will towards you!"

Under Dean's question, Madr shuddered and immediately explained honestly.

"Where are they?"

In the face of the windfall, Dean did not show the slightest surprise, and was still so indifferent - in fact, Dean originally planned to use torture to coerce Mader to say what the other party knew, but now it seems that Mader is even more afraid of death than he imagined; After all, diaries and letters are impossible for a spy to leave behind.

And the other party's uncharacteristically staying can only say one thing-

For today's similar encounters, the other party has imagined more than once, and has left a special talisman for himself: the most valuable thing on the spy, information!

"As long as you can...... Yes! ”

Madr took a deep breath in the face of Dean's questioning, ready to put on a pretentious impression of the initiative and start a conversation again.

But just opened his mouth, and before the words were finished, he screamed miserably.

"Do you think you're qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

Piercing the severed thumb of the other party's right hand with the tip of a knife and placing it in front of and behind the other party's face, Dean asked word by word, and then, without waiting for the other party to answer, Dean pinched the other party's cheek, slightly forced, and suddenly, let the other party's mouth open.

Then, the knife with the severed finger was close to the other person's mouth.

"You, you ......"

Madel's words were indistinct because he had been pinched on the cheek, but the horror in the depths of his eyes was palpable.

"It's just your own fingers, it won't be so hard to swallow!"

Dean sneered, and his already muffled voice became deeper and deeper, bringing out a lingering sense of gloom.

"No, no, I say! I say! It's here, it's here! ”

Out of nowhere, Madel burst out of a tremendous amount of force, and straight 'broke free' from Dean's palm, and began to shout loudly.

"Here?"

Dean, as if surprised by the news, stopped what he was doing.

"That's right, behind the brick right in the middle of the wall on the left!"

Watching Dean stop, Madr couldn't wait to say, he just wanted to distract the sick guy in front of him now, and he couldn't care about anything else.

As for their own fingers?

Madr seems to be showing up for the first time, and they are so terrible.

"I'll look for it, if you dare to lie to me, or if there's something fake on it......"

Dean didn't finish, just glanced at the five severed fingers on the ground with his eyes, and Madr subconsciously followed Dean's gaze and shivered again.

According to Madel, it didn't take much effort for Dean to find the diary in the other's mouth, and a bundle of letters—thick enough to be used as a pillow, and fewer than twenty; Obviously, according to the time the other party has been in Vauban County, the frequency of contact with Gosai is not high, and even, sometimes it does not appear once a year.

"Leave me alone, let me go......"

Looking at Dean who walked with his diary and letters, Madr continued to speak.

Dean replied with a knife in his hand.

After briefly treating the other party's wounds and making sure that they would not bleed to death, Dean left the basement with the other party's diary and letters.

However, in locking the basement door, Dean set up some 'cordon' -- a head.

Dean was absolutely wary of the 'excellent' Zimo.

"Your Excellency!"

Zmo, who stayed in the ground house, looked at Dean as he walked out of the basement, and was respectful - of course, Dean was sure of the other side, and the same was true when he faced Mader before.

"These are mine, and the rest, yours!"

Dean unceremoniously picked up the most valuable bag of gems in the Madr collection.

By the weight of his hand alone, Dean could estimate that the bag of gems would be worth no less than five thousand Kimptons—a fortune in anyone's eyes, unless it was a nobleman of the county king's family.

And the rest, the Kimpton in the box, is much less, as long as it is less than five hundred Kimptons, not even a tenth of the value of the bag of gems.

However, that Zmo did not express any dissatisfaction.

With an unusually respectful appearance, he pulled the money box to his side.

"Mader is still valuable, he can live for two more days, but no one but me will be able to see him!"

As he left, Dean commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

Zmo's answer was still so respectful.

After glancing at the other party out of the corner of Dean's eye, the whole person quickly disappeared outside the door.

After Dean left, Zmo, who was in the house, also left the house and quietly returned to his residence, as if he had completely lost interest in Madr in the basement.

At least, on the surface, that's how it looks.

……

Dean returned to his room in the Uptown quarter, put the bag of gems together with the belongings he had gotten, and then looked at the diary and letter that belonged to Madel.

Of course, that wasn't all Dean had for tonight -

The Great Knight who was slain outside Vauban once again contributed 1oo points of experience to him.

This is Dean's XP total at the moment, which is enough to improve his current applied skills and base skills.

ps first more ~

This chapter is a little late, one is that the decadent woke up late today, and the other is that the decadent revision of this chapter takes a little longer...... I apologize to everyone......

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