In the barracks prison, Dean once again appeared in John's prison. Clay's face.

Compared to the first encounter in prison, the Assassin looked slightly better after several days of continuous medical treatment.

At least, it looks like something is human.

Of course, this is not only because of the healing potion, but also because of the strength of the opponent's great knight.

Otherwise, no matter how much ordinary people treat, it is impossible to achieve such an effect.

"Your Excellency!"

In the prison, the Assassin greeted Dean with a little restraint, because he saw the parchment in Dean's hand, and he was not stupid, but he obviously guessed something.

For this reason, he was a little worried.

After all, there is still something greasy in the answer he gave.

Although he relied on his own memory to firmly carry it down, and avoided the scrutiny of the cunning young man in front of him, even he forced himself to believe that what he said was true.

However, in the face of another spot check by the other party, he did not have much confidence.

After all, the other party and the other party's subordinates are different.

Something is slightly wrong, and if the other party sees it, he will really be finished.

After obtaining more food and medicine, it became clear that the Assassin was unwilling to be tortured.

"Tomorrow, I'll leave for the South!"

Dean began with these words, and at the same time, he raised the parchment in his hand, and the meaning could not have been more obvious—he would verify the truth of these confessions in the true sense of the word.

The Assassin's face was white, and he even sweated on his forehead.

Because. John. Clay knows very well that some of these answers, although there are no problems at a cursory glance, will not stand the test at all once they are carefully traced.

Originally, John. Clay only thought that the confession would be given to the Archduke of the South, who would be investigated by the other party. Clay is well aware of the situation in the south, and after his confession is handed over to the Jade Grand Duke in the south, the Grand Duke will not be able to do it himself, but will only hand it over to the county king of Nangang County.

And in terms of the attitude of the king of Nangang County towards the frost nobles. Naturally, some things will fool the past.

This is not a dereliction of duty on the part of the king of Nangang County. It's just the attitude of the whole Emerald towards the frost aristocracy - perfunctory, inattentive.

It is impossible to trace where this trend began.

But with this trend, the frost aristocracy was in the days of Jade. It's getting worse but it's true.

So much so that the proud frost aristocracy of the past had to form the so-called 'Seymour' united family.

on this. John. Clay had laughed more than once.

But. Now he can't laugh!

In the face of life and death, you can still laugh either heroes or fools - and obviously, John . . . Clay is neither the former. Nor is it the latter.

"Big, Adult......"

With a hint of pleading, the Assassin looked at Dean.

"You've got a trick!"

Dean said in a flat tone.

However, the more bland the tone is, the more John . Clay was so frightened that his whole body began to tremble, and his voice trembled even more.

"Big, big...... Spare your life! ”

Cold sweat from John. Clay's whole body overflowed.

"So, you're giving me a reason to spare you?"

Dean looked at the other and laughed.

"I'll sue you for a qiē I know! 一qiē! ”

John. Clay said loudly, and, emphasisingly.

"Seems like that? Forget it, I've believed you once, but you've disappointed me—so now you're finally cutting yourself off, or you'll be hell for the rest of your days, and, I promise you...... It's definitely about survival, not death! ”

After Dean finished saying word for word, he turned and walked outside.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, please believe me, believe me! I'll be sure to let you know, please give me another chance! ”

John. Clay cried out loudly, as if he saw the departure of life, and then death came, or more miserable.

After all, Dean said that he 'can't survive or die.'"

In this regard, John. Clay didn't want to guess whether what Dean said was true or false, and he didn't even want to think about it, so he only shouted loudly.

Looking forward to Dean's change of heart.

At the same time, I kept praying in my heart.

The prayer seemed to work, and Dean paused slightly.

"My lord, please, I'll let you know!"

Immediately, John. Clay shouted again.

"Really?"

Dean literally stopped, and turned.

"Really, really!"

Seeing hope come again, John. Clay immediately nodded his head.

"But I don't believe you, but I want you to know it...... So, I had to find a compromise - I'm going to ask a quick question, and you need to answer quickly, without any hesitation, and I'm going to mix in something that you and I both know...... It's insurance! ”

Dean said.

And John. Clay was stunned.

'Something you and I both know?' ’

For this thing, John. Clay didn't know what it was, but he began to pay attention to it in his heart; However, it didn't wait for John. Clay really adjusts his condition, and Dean's question arises-

"Where are you from?"

"The King of the High Sai Dynasty!"

"When did your family begin to pledge allegiance to the Royal House of Gosai!"

"One hundred and seventy years ago!"

"What are the foundations of the Frost Sword Technique?"

"There is ......"

John. Clay was stunned, but then came to his senses, and this is what Dean said both sides knew; Immediately, without hesitation, he said.

on this. John. Clay would never dare to hide it - it was all true!

After all, the other party is also from the frost aristocracy, even if the family is broken, some things will continue to be passed on, including the frost sword technique and some knowledge.

From the moment the other person can recognize the imprint on his shoulder, this is John. Clay is the most sure thing.

Even, John. Clay also identified a similar imprint on the other party's body.

Only, his imprint is a flaming dragon that spews frost; The other side should be a frost dragon wrapped in flames.

The question continues.

Dean is constantly interspersed with questions about the Frost Sword Technique, and. For more certainty. The same question has been asked more than once.

This made John. Clay's answer became more and more cautious.

And the back and forth of his thinking made his energy more and more consumed - on the one hand, it was the real Frost Sword Cultivation Method that could not be changed at all.

On the other hand, there are answers that can be vague in words.

This back-and-forth alternate question made John. Clay soon felt dizzy.

Still, he gritted his teeth. continued to answer.

He doesn't want to die!

So. He needed to keep answering. And it was precisely because he didn't want to die, some real secrets, he couldn't just say it.

Because. John. Clay knew very well that only with these secrets in his hands could he continue to live.

Know these secrets, but it's his talisman!

And when Dean stopped asking, John. Clay gasped for breath and leaned against the wall, as if he had collapsed, unable to speak.

However, when the two vials of potion were thrown, John. Clay sat up at once, and took the two bottles of potions with his full right hand.

"I know you're hiding something! I don't care about that - because it shows that you are greedy for life and afraid of death, so we can continue to work together......"

With these words, Dean left.

And John. Clay happily opened two vials of secondary healing potions.

Without thinking about it, he swallowed one bottle, and poured the other on the wound - feeling the coolness rising from his chest and wound, John. Clay let out a long sigh of relief.

He thinks it's worth it.

He had another hope for a lifetime.

"The other party said that he was going to leave tomorrow? If the other person leaves...... There was no one in this place who could be my opponent, and this was my chance - no, no, I couldn't just leave, I was hurt like this...... Yes, I'm going to take revenge, teach that guy a hard lesson, and then leave! ”

John. Clay looked at his scarred left hand, left leg, and right foot, which was completely devoid of toes, and the gloom and resentment in his eyes seemed to be substance.

He knew very well that even if he was completely restored, he would no longer be able to reach his original peak state.

Without the toe of the right foot, it is difficult to make some power and special tricks.

And the left hand and left leg that have suffered the injury of Yan zhòng may be fine in life, but fighting?

Obviously, this is something he will never need to forget.

"Damn! What a ...... Belch! ”

John. Clay seemed to imagine what kind of treatment he would have after returning to the family, and suddenly, he scolded angrily.

However, soon, such angry scolding stopped abruptly.

A sharp pain came out of the wounds in the abdomen and body. When Clay was still about to say something and struggled, he suddenly burst out, causing him to lose consciousness for the first time.

Black blood from John. Clay's mouth and nose flowed out.

The corpse was completely silent after a few convulsions.

Dean walked out of the shadows slowly, looked at the other party's corpse, checked it, drew out his long sword, and added several more swords to the other party's body, confirming that the other party could not die again, and then really left.

For Dean, after getting the Frost Sword, the other party has no value.

Especially when he is about to leave the territory and go to the south, the other party who gradually recovers will only be dangerous.

For such a worthless and dangerous guy, Dean naturally won't keep the other party.

The death of the other party has long been doomed!

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