"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"
Ten fingers connected to heart, under the severe pain, Cliff was like a fish about to suffocate, shaking his body constantly.
The splashed blood flew to the surrounding men in black, but they didn't move, and didn't bother to wipe off the blood dripping on their faces, as if they were used to such scenes.
After Cliff regained his breath, the leader in black tore off the rag that blocked his mouth, and asked again:
"Mr. Cliff, are you willing to cooperate now?"
Cliff looked at his broken wound, where the blood gurgled out like a spring, and soon formed a "small pond" on the ground.
He said weakly: "Please, kill me with one knife!"
The man in black picked up the ring finger that fell on the ground, put it in the palm of his hand, and put it in front of Cliff. He sighed helplessly, and said with concern:
"Mr. Cliff, you are so skilled in medicine, is there a way to help you connect your severed finger?"
Cliff shook his head with a smirk.
The man in black immediately threw away the severed finger with regret, and persuaded again: "Yes, Mr. Cliff, the severed finger cannot be reborn. If you don't want to cooperate anymore, then..."
Cliff still shook his head in misery and said: "My lord, I really can't say it! Otherwise, I will definitely die! Not only me, but also my whole family will die!"
The man in black said impatiently: "As I said, as long as you are willing to cooperate, we can guarantee the safety of your family!"
But Cliff obviously didn't believe in the men in black. After all, the people from the Eastern Region failed to do things in Silvermoon City twice, which made many half-elves lose confidence in them.
Seeing this, the man in black suddenly became a little annoyed, and immediately stretched out his hand to grab Cliff's finger.
Cliff yelled in fright, and desperately covered his hands, but how could an elderly doctor like him be a match for those people from the East? This kind of futile struggle only added a little bit to the man in black. It's just a hassle.
Soon, the cold blade touched Cliff's right middle finger again.
Cliff blurted out as if being shocked by electric shock: "Wait, wait a minute! I cooperate, I am willing to cooperate!"
The man in black smiled slightly, and then stopped what he was doing.
He patted Cliff on the shoulder and said with a smile: "That's right! Well, answer my question just now, after the assassination of Marquis Vincent, did you go to check the situation?"
Cliff opened his mouth, but didn't speak, he hesitated again.
The man in black sneered, took a step forward involuntarily, pulled Cliff's middle finger, and snapped it off.
"Ah-"
The finger was broken alive, and now Cliff was so painful that he broke free from the restraints of the two men in black beside him, and fell to the ground and rolled all over the floor. The severe pain made his whole body twitch, as if he would faint at any moment.
The leading man in black sighed sympathetically, and said, "Cliff, you are a half-elf, why do you have to work so hard for the northern border? To tell you the truth, we have many ways to torture people, and this is just an appetizer." .”
Where did Cliff have the strength to speak, he just clutched his fingers desperately.
But no matter how much he covered the blood, the blood still flowed out continuously. He had no doubt that if the flow continued like this, he might become comatose or even die due to excessive ischemia.
Facing the threat from the man in black, Cliff just kept moaning; "Please, kill me, kill me!"
The man in black sneered and said sullenly:
"Mr. Cliff, we have to follow the rules. Even if you don't cooperate, we must amputate all your fingers one by one, and your toes, and then your arms, thighs, eyes, ears, nose, Tongue... These will come in turn, so you should be more considerate and considerate, don't die so quickly."
After finishing speaking, he reached out to break Cliff's third finger.
Cliff finally couldn't take it anymore and broke down completely, crying and saying, "I'll say it, I'll say it all!"
"Really?" The man in black looked at Cliff suspiciously, as if worried that he would change his mind again.
Cliff nodded and said intermittently: "Really, this time it's true! But, I want to see your leader, and I want to tell him personally!"
The man in black frowned suddenly, looking very embarrassed.
But at this moment, a young voice suddenly sounded in the dark warehouse: "I am here, Mr. Cliff, you can tell me anything."
As the sound sounded, the people in black hurriedly bowed and retreated.
Cliff raised his head with difficulty, and saw a fair-faced young man appearing in front of him.
In the dim environment, he couldn't see his face clearly, but Cliff could tell from the other's expression and posture that he was obviously a nobleman.
"May I ask you are?"
"I am Lord Feiyin. I am in charge of the redemption negotiations for the Marquis of Vincent under the order of the Duke of St. Pross."
Cliff hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Master Viscount, if I tell everything, can you guarantee my safety?"
"Of course we will guarantee your safety." Lord Feiyin nodded seriously, "You will leave Silvermoon City with me. As long as I am here, you will be fine."
"What about my family?"
Lord Feiyin hesitated for a moment, but still said truthfully: "Sorry, I can only guarantee your safety."
Cliff lowered his head in disappointment.
Seeing this, Lord Feiyin spoke again, and said coldly, "Although we cannot guarantee their safety, it is easy to send them to hell."
When Cliff heard this, his whole body began to tremble.
After a while, he seemed to have finally figured it out, raised his head, and said seriously: "Yes, after the assassination of Marquis Vincent, I was pulled to the scene to check the situation."
Lord Feiyin's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked: "What happened at the time? Who was the assassin, and is Marquis Vincent dead?"
"When I arrived at the scene, I saw both the Marquis Vincent and the Duke of Merdewing lying in a pool of blood. Among them, the Marquis Vincent was stabbed in the lower abdomen and the back of the heart, although there was still a faint breath, but his heart was broken and he couldn't be saved.
As for the Duke of Meredith, his throat was cut. Judging from the shape of the wound, it should be cut by himself. When I arrived, he was out of breath. "
Lord Feiyin raised his brows when he heard the words, and immediately squatted in front of Cliff, stared into his eyes, and asked again:
"Are you sure that Marquis Vincent can't be saved?"
Cliff nodded emphatically, and said, "Based on my fifty years of medical experience, the situation of Marquis Vincent at that time, unless a miracle happens, it is absolutely impossible to save him!"
Hearing such "bad news", Fei Yinjue showed an excited expression.
But soon, he realized something was wrong, and immediately put on a sad and angry expression, saying:
"Cunning and hateful northerners! They've been lying to us!"
Cliff carefully looked at Lord Feiyin, and asked weakly, "Master Viscount, when will we leave Silvermoon City?"
Lord Feiyin stood up, hid his face in the shadow again, and said indifferently:
"I'm leaving tonight. As for you, hide for a while."
Cliff's face changed drastically, and he wailed, "My lord, my lord! You didn't promise me like this!"
Lord Feiyin kicked away Cliff who was trying to grab his trouser leg, and said coldly, "Don't worry, I will put you in a safe place."
After saying this, he ignored Cliff who was crying bitterly behind him, and walked out of the warehouse quickly.
(end of this chapter)