"It's finally over!" Dalle let out a long sigh of relief on his fat face. The feeling of being watched by more than a hundred werewolves just now almost made him wet his pants. Although he had dealt with werewolves several times, he still had the fear of werewolves in his heart. But it hasn't decreased at all.
The carriage that Dalle rode was large, but not luxurious. As an ordinary businessman, he was not qualified to ride in a luxurious carriage. Moreover, the carriage came full of goods today. When he left, the goods had been replaced by a small bag of Orc Empire. specialty, so the carriage seemed very empty at this time.
Gently patting the big bag next to him, Dalle's fat face was full of smiles. He murmured proudly: "In ten years of business, I haven't made as much as I did today. Thank you to the goddess of wealth!"
"Reese, speed up, I'll give you a big reward when you get back!" Dalle was a little uneasy about having such a huge fortune on his body, and he shouted to the coachman loudly.
Coach Reese is a junior soldier and Darle's bodyguard. The fewer people who know about today's deal, the better, so Darle only takes this most reliable personal guard with him.
"Yes, sir." Reese swung his whip and the horse pulling the carriage began to run quickly.
Although the horse had accelerated, Daler was still dissatisfied, but he had no choice but to say bitterly: "I'll change the horse when I get back. I've had enough of this horse."
Reese did not answer his words. Both of them actually understood that it was impossible to buy a war horse with Daler's status. War horses are horses specially used for knights. You cannot buy them if you have money. Without the corresponding status, even if you can buy them, He will also be arrested by the terrifying noble tribunal for violating the law.
"When I earn enough money, we will go to the Principality of Thunder. I heard that you can use donations to exchange for knighthoods. Then I will become a knight and you will be my knight." Dalle's fat face was full of emotions. A fantasy that dreams have come true.
Without hearing Reese's response, the carriage slowly stopped, and Daler cursed: "Reese, why did you damn guy stop the car?"
When Daler pushed open the door of the carriage and poked his head out, he saw a short knight wearing blue armor standing beside the carriage, and his bodyguard Reese, a junior warrior, was being beaten by the knight. He grabbed his neck with one hand and held it in his hand. Reese's body was already limp at this time, and it looked like he had been directly crushed to death.
It was Abel who came here. How could Abel, who was eager to find a chance to find out the news, let go of the human carriage coming out of the werewolf manor? Abel suddenly appeared next to the carriage just now. Reese was about to attack when Abel got close to him. He grabbed his neck, and with just a slight exertion, Reese's neck was broken.
Abel was also a little helpless. His crazy strength did not stop with the end of the promotion. Now the daily knight training and the knight breathing method at night allowed the light golden fighting spirit to flow throughout the body, and the light golden fighting spirit seemed to have a very strong effect on the body. The increasing effect, and because of his strong mental power, Abel can now feel the increase in strength every day.
Originally, he just didn't want Reese to call out, but who would have thought that he could kill a junior soldier with just a slight squeeze. This junior soldier's health was also too bad.
Abel forgot that he usually sparred with the intermediate knight Lord Marshall. How to compare the body of an intermediate knight with that of a junior warrior? Even the fifth-level trainee knights are physically stronger than the junior warriors. This can be seen from the food they eat. The meat Abel eats every day is the best meat from beasts.
He casually threw away the dead body of the coachman from his hands. Abel did not feel any guilt for the death of the coachman. Killing him directly for this kind of rape was already the lightest punishment. If it was done according to the law, the entire clan would be exterminated. .
Reese's body fell to the ground with a "bang". Dalle's fat body couldn't help but tremble, and the fat meat all over his body also swayed. Then his teeth began to fight, making a "clucking" sound, and his lower body got wet. The urine that was frightened by the werewolf was finally frightened out at this moment.
Seeing the fat man's dirty look, Abel was angry and amused. This kind of businessman who could sell out human beings was as timid as a mouse. I really don't know how he could do business with a werewolf.
"Please, don't kill me. I'll give you whatever you want!" Dalle used a trembling voice to beg for mercy to the knight in front of him, whose face was even covered by a helmet, even though he knew that what he had done was known to others. It wouldn't be surprising if he died a thousand times, but his strong desire to survive still made him plead.
"Tell me, what's the relationship between you and the werewolf?" Abel frowned and took a step back. The fat man in front of him was full of stinky smell.
"I'm just here to deliver food to the werewolves, and I'm not doing business with them!" Dalle quickly explained.
"Doing business?" Abel directly found the clue he wanted in Dahle's words.
"No, no, no, no business." Dalle choked out and denied, finding that his usually eloquent mouth was making mistakes one after another due to nervousness.
Abel's iron-gloved fingers touched Dalle's left arm lightly, and with a "click", the bones of Dalle's left arm were broken by Abel's tap.
The intense pain made Dalle about to scream, but Abel's fingers quickly appeared in front of him. The steel fingers in front of him were like the hands of a demon, scaring Dalle from the scream he had just wanted to make. He stopped, and his whole body was sweating profusely due to the severe pain, but Daler still resisted the pain and did not dare to make a sound.
"My patience is limited and I have a bad temper. Every time you tell a lie, I will break one of your bones. You have 206 bones. You still have many opportunities to lie." Abel's voice was very soft. It's as light as sitting and chatting with friends.
But to Darle, it sounded like he was hearing terrible devilish words, and his whole body trembled even more. He didn't know how many bones there were in the human body. This was part of the education of noble knights, but he knew Every bone in the body that is broken will cause pain that is worse than death.
"I tell the truth, I tell the truth." Dalle's psychological defense had been completely defeated by Abel. At this time, he no longer thought about keeping anything, and said directly: "I came to trade with the werewolf. Professionals use it." The auxiliary potion is an item exchanged from the werewolf."
As Daler said, he pointed to the bag that fell on the ground in the carriage. Abel stepped forward and took the bag in his hand. After opening it, he found that they were all the same kind of dried flowers. They weighed about 20 pounds in his hand. The uncle was not good at flowers and plants, so he asked, "What is this?"
"This is the soul-destroying grass. Ordinary people will become addicted and indulge in hallucinations when using it. However, it is the main drug of most promotion potions, and the output in the human world is very small." Dalle saw that there was no danger to his life for the time being. For Abel's The problem is to tell everything you know.
Abel couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Isn't this just a drug? If it is not the main ingredient of the promotion potion, it may be the same as the drugs in another world."
"Tell me, how did you come into contact with the werewolf? Don't tell me that you can make contact yourself." Abel asked again.
Dalle looked at Abel with some embarrassment, his eyes rolled straight, and he was about to think of something to say to push Abel away, but then Abel's iron fingers appeared in front of him again.
"It's the seventh prince, Prince Middleton George. I'm his agent in Harvest City." Dalle almost cried out the name.
"What kind of bastard son did King Spender George have?" Abel couldn't help but cursed, then looked at Daler with a smile and asked: "I've finished asking, the last question, what do you use to save your life? ?”
Dalle seemed to see hope of survival. The strong desire to survive in his heart made his eyes show a groveling plea, and he kept saying: "I hid 20,000 gold coins in the basement of Gary's Pharmacy in Harvest City. The pharmacy I still have a lot of medicine in stock, I’ll give it to you, please let me go.”
"Basement? Where is it?" Abel asked.
"Under my bed." As soon as he said this, Dalle realized that something was wrong. The questioning method used by Abel was an unexpected interrogation method that he had seen in his previous life. It can be seen in many film and television works, and now it is Try it, and as expected, people who have never seen movies or TV shows are directly fooled into talking about it.
Dalle's face was already deathly gray at this time, and he had handed over his last bargaining chip. You can imagine the result waiting for him.