The night was already very dark, and the lights in the imperial marshal's office were still on, and there were occasional low coughs or two.
Pressed extremely low, if you don't pay attention, it will dissipate in the cold moonlight.
The door was pushed open with a creak, and the lieutenant went over with a cup of hot cocoa, and placed it carefully beside the table, so as not to disturb the marshal who was working at his desk.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, perhaps most people would not have believed that the rumored cold and arrogant Marshal of the Kantar Empire would be so young.
So thin and weak.
"Marshal Dana, according to your order, the captured rebel generals have been locked in Cell 149."
The lieutenant hesitated for a while, but still mustered up the courage to take a step forward, leaned forward slightly, and reported in a low voice.
The person at the desk raised his head upon hearing the sound, and his face fell into the warm yellow light of the desk lamp.
As the Iron-Blooded Marshal of the Empire, his facial contours are obviously too delicate and soft. If it weren't for the dazzling light shining in those dark eyes, he would almost be regarded as a gentle and harmless young man.
"I see, Nuya."
As if he was distracted thinking about something else, Dana nodded after being silent for a while, and took out an exquisite box from the drawer and handed it to him: "Put this quietly in their dinner, and don't let others know."
The lieutenant's breath stopped, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he stepped forward eagerly: "Marshal, this is specially given to you by the president to make up your body—"
"Nuya, you should also understand that it is much better for anyone to eat this thing than to waste it on me."
Dana looked at him, and suddenly smiled faintly, with a calm and gentle tone that was completely different from that in front of others: "Tell me about the interrogation. I can trust your torture skills. What did they say?"
His smile is very soft, and it seems that he is tired. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that his face seems to be particularly pale.
The lieutenant lowered his head in embarrassment, his expression seemed to be struggling, and he said in a low voice after a while: "They, they don't know your painstaking efforts, Marshal..."
"Looking at your reaction, they probably didn't say anything good about me, a traitor."
Dana smiled lightly and said, with some relief in his eyes, he sat up straight and said, "That's good, I was worried that some of the bones in it were not hard enough, it seems that I underestimated them..."
Before the voice could finish, the bell for the emergency report on the table suddenly rang.
The expressions of the two changed slightly at the same time. Dana raised his hand and pressed the answer button, and an excited voice came from inside.
"Marshal, finally someone can't handle it anymore! We thought we just caught a few ordinary high-ranking generals, but we didn't expect their leader Vino to hide his identity and hide among them. We have already found him!"
"... Well done, I'll be there right away."
Shen Sheng praised, Dana sighed lightly and let go of the button. The astonishment and nervousness that he had first heard of the shock changed instantly, and he shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Next time if I want to say something inappropriate, remember to shut me up in time. Nuya."
"Marshal, do you want to protect His Royal Highness Vino?"
Seeing him trying to stand up, the lieutenant took a step forward anxiously, and raised his hand to hold his arm: "You have finally come this far, if you want to save His Royal Highness Vino, your painstaking planning may be ruined—"
"Except for him, everyone can be sacrificed, including me of course. Nuya, you must keep this in mind."
Interrupting his words softly, Dana told him to put on the cloak for himself, put the gun on his side, and hurried to the interrogation room.
Of course, Vino couldn't make any mistakes, not only for the victory of the uprising, but also for his mission.
The timeline of this world is located in 3497. President Terrence was brutal. On the one hand, he forced the royal family, who had already handed over the power, into a corner. There were complaints from all over the country, and they all hoped that the royal family could stand up again and overthrow Terence's regime.
Vino is the protagonist with high hopes.
As for him, his name is not actually Dana, nor is he an imperial marshal at all.
His name is Su Shi, and he used to be the platinum host with the highest survival rate on the plane. Seeing that he was only one step away from the king, he did not expect to fall on the mighty report.
Su Shi, who had all his experience points frozen, was tragically exiled, and was forcibly bound to the automatic grabbing system. He had to go back to the lower-level world and experience the pleasure of being wronged by others.
What's even more perverted is that it is not only necessary to recite the blame, but also to recite it reasonably and tragically. If you can successfully achieve the achievement of "Being Blame to Death", you can also get an additional reward of 5,000 experience points.
His task this time is to [bear the burden of humiliation and make everyone misunderstand that Dana betrayed the rebel army for the sake of prosperity and wealth, and became a running dog of the old government].
Once the leader of the rebel army dies in his hands, the already dominant battle situation may be reversed, and the agreed misunderstanding becomes reality, which means the direct failure of the mission.
Su Shi, who couldn't afford the liquidated damages, was worried, and his steps became faster and faster, blood suddenly surged in his chest, and his eyes suddenly went dark for a moment.
"marshal!"
The lieutenant let out a low cry, and quickly stepped forward to support him: "Marshal, you haven't recovered from your injury last time, so you can't be too reluctant."
"It doesn't matter to me..."
Leaning halfway on him to ease the dizziness, Su Shi shook his head, took a deep breath and stood up straight again.
The interrogation room is in front of you.
In the nick of time, he had to rush in to save his precarious liquidated damages.
The next moment he stood still outside the interrogation room, Su Shi's breath suddenly changed.
His gaze became cold and indifferent, the lines of his face turned sharp, his body tortured by the pain slowly straightened up, and his steps became reserved and proud.
The door was pushed open, and the man in the cell raised his head in response, his eyes fixed on him silently.
It's just a matter of delaying for a while, the man's body is already covered with scars, and the wounds are all over his body, but his aura does not show any embarrassment.
It has to be admitted that the royal elite education has been perfectly reflected in Vino.
He has a tall and strong physique, strong and powerful muscles are smooth and graceful, and his handsome face half hidden in the shadows is resolute and calm. Even though he was in jail, his dark eyes were still full of immortal starlight.
Su Shi's footsteps stopped at the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, okay, the experience point is saved.
Containing a moment's peace of mind into his eyes, Su Shi's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to take the whip from his subordinate, and slowly bent it in his hand, with a cold arc on his lips.
"How was the question, did he say anything?"
The horsewhip is made of a special alloy, with sharp barbs. If you really use a lot of strength and don't provide timely treatment, it may be able to kill the victim directly.
Su Shi handed the whip to the lieutenant behind him, and nodded slightly without any trace.
The latter took it in silence, and swung it down fiercely at the man whose wrists were suspended.
The strength was controlled just right, and a wound with full visual impact was plowed hard on Vino's back, but it was not enough to hurt the muscles, bones and internal organs.
There was a sharp wind sound as the whip whipped up, and the color of blood blurred silently.
Now all he needs is for Vino to find an opportunity to faint, and he can use the excuse that he needs to ask for more information to ask someone to take him for treatment, and if he accidentally leaks the secret, the rebel army will take the opportunity to rob him.
Then throw this hot potato as far as you can.
"He said nothing, Marshal."
The subordinate hastily stepped forward, bowed down respectfully and replied: "If you allow, we plan to impose more cruel punishments on him until we find something that satisfies you."
"You don't need to hit so hard, he is much more important than you think."
Su Shi waved his hands casually, and his tone sank meaningfully: "We have too many things to dig out from him, and if we break it, we'll be in trouble..."
Before the words fell, the iron chain suddenly sank, and Vino passed out without saying a word.
…
The cooperation is really tacit.
The originally prepared lines were useless, Su Shi turned around with his hands behind his back, and the lieutenant immediately understood. Checking around Vino, he took a step forward and broke the silence at the right time.
"Marshal, he seems to have serious old injuries. If he wants to continue the torture, he may need some treatment first."
Although it is clear that what the other party said is the truth, after all, the credit is in front of him, the subordinate is still not reconciled: "Marshal! In fact, we can also inject him with a sober potion, the effect of the potion can last for three days—"
"It's better to treat it first, no matter how you are, you are His Highness, you must give the royal family some face."
Su Shi spoke in a low voice, and the coldness at the end of the sentence made his subordinates instinctively silence. He immediately stood at attention and asked someone to send Wei Nuo to the medical room.
The injuries on his body were real, and it was also real that he passed out. Wei Nuo was pushed to the medical room, and the old injuries and new wounds were finally treated perfectly together.
Temporarily freed from the cold prison cell and cruel torture, the contrasting comfort and warmth made him feel slightly relaxed.
Lying peacefully on the examination table, Vino still recalled the glance he had glimpsed at that time in his mind.
Those eyes were frozen perfectly by the appearance of arrogance and indifference, but there was still a gleam of light that he had to pay attention to at the moment he just entered the door.
It was very close to reassuring, one might even call it comforting—a kind of very warm glow.
It was so hot that his chest felt faintly astringent.
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