The cold ground and the endless pain on his body made Manke wake up immediately.
This place seems to be a cellar, filled with a cold and damp atmosphere. Many cold water droplets rolled on his body, making Manke shiver uncontrollably, and his pupils quickly became clear.
"Yes, our previous ambush failed... I also became a prisoner... A prisoner, it's ridiculous..."
Manke felt the sharp pain in his thigh and upper arm, and the feeling of missing teeth, making his mouth empty.
"you're awake?"
Through the dim light, Manke could see that the nobleman who defeated him today was standing in front of him, the expression on his face was very calm, without a trace of joy, but it made Manke feel natural fear.
"You... you're dead, you're dead!" Manke trembled, his tone was very weird, and the words that came out of his leaky mouth seemed out of shape.
"Oh! Is it? Just you?"
Leylin's face was full of jokes: "Or... it is it!"
Bark! The clothes on Manke's arm were completely torn off, revealing a branded religious emblem—a strange symbol composed of daggers and blood patterns, representing a powerful god.
The god of murder—Cyric, in Leylin's impression, although this god possesses great power, he advocates murder and conspiracy, and takes pleasure in instigating regional disputes. Among the gods, he is like a shit-stirring stick The presence.
But even so, the Church of the One True God is obviously a giant for the current Leylin.
"Don't lie to me, you only believe in the God of Murder at most, and the great God of Murder will not pay attention to a mortal, let alone a failed waste!"
Believers of gods die all the time on the mainland, but unless they are saints or high-level priests, it is impossible for gods to pay attention to each other all the time, let alone ordinary believers.
Unless Leylin used means to desecrate the souls of believers, that god would get angry and even send divine punishment.
This profound understanding immediately made Manke's face stagnate, and soon his expression was ashen.
"Tell me! How many mad dogs like you are there under Dim's ineffective son of Marquis Louise?"
Seeing that he had successfully broken the opponent's defense, Leylin immediately threw a bigger bomb.
"You know?" Manke exclaimed, and this made Leylin confirm his judgment: "So, the information given by Tabris is indeed true, and everything is caused by Marquis Louis! !!"
"Since you already know, then you must understand that you can't beat them..." Manke laughed bitterly: "Even if your mage talent is amazing, even if you have the level of a sixth-level mage, in the eyes of such a big noble There is nothing here…”
It could be seen that he was still very brooding about his previous failure under Leylin's command.
As for the sixth-level mage or something? Leylin was very happy to see that the other party guessed wrong, and he had no intention of correcting the other party's perception.
After all, compared to the fact that he can use level 0 spells indefinitely and is not restricted by the magic net, it is obviously easier to convince people that he has hidden the news of the mage level, and it can also avoid exposure.
"Okay! I don't have much time to chat with you now! Now, I need you to tell how many people under Dim, where they are, when the pirates plan to land, and the layout on the mainland... Everything, as long as You must tell me everything you know!"
Leylin's face turned cold, and there was a certain kind of radiance in his eyes.
"Jie Jie... I won't even say it to death, isn't it just torture? Come on!" Manke seemed very rascal at this time.
This kind of thieves and assassins have obviously experienced some kind of training, and they have a good tolerance for torture and the like.
"It seems that you are very confident in your ability to endure?" Leylin glanced at Manke, and there seemed to be some kind of pity in his eyes
"Soon you'll know what a joy it is to die, and what you've been through before is nothing..."
The knuckles in Leylin's hands made a crisp sound.
In terms of how to torture the body and spirit, I am afraid that there are few people in the entire world of gods who are more experienced than him.
And the astonishing level of surgery and potion skills can make him easily hang the opponent's life, not to mention the power of magic that can affect the opponent's spirit.
Soon, the other party will find out how happy it is to be able to choose death.
There was some kind of evil light in Leylin's eyes...
In fact, Manke succumbed quickly, but after three hours, Leylin didn't even use one percent of the methods in his memory, making the other party cry and confess everything he knew , just begging Leylin to send him on the road immediately.
After confirming that he had exhausted all the information the other party knew and confirmed the authenticity of the information, Leylin did not directly kill the other party, nor did he torture the poor child, but threw the other party into the dungeon.
Such a relatively advanced professional experimental product is very difficult to obtain.
After getting the other party's information, Leylin firstly carried out a comprehensive cleansing of the manor. With him personally checking, with his experience and chip detection technology, those hidden moles couldn't hide.
Soon, many mice were found out, including a cook, two grooms, and several servant boys.
At such a critical moment, Leylin never talked about avoiding entanglement, but directly controlled the other party's family members. This harsh method immediately made the servants in the manor tremble with fear, even The Claire sisters all seemed a little afraid of Leylin.
Of course, his powerful rule has also been carried out.
"How many people can I gather now?"
Sitting behind the former baron's desk, Leylin crossed his arms and asked Jacob in front of him.
"Master Qi!" Jacopo was wearing leather armor. He had a tough aura and respect for Leylin, which made Leylin very satisfied.
"We have tried our best at the port. We can dispatch a brigade of 50 people, plus the guards in the manor, there are about 80 people!"
Jacopo said in a pleading voice.
"Eighty people?" Leylin pondered. In fact, there are very few people who can really use them. At most, they are equivalent to farmers who have received military training for a few days, and they are similar to militiamen.
As for the real elite, of course it was by Baron Jonas' side.
"With my reminder, it must be easier to deal with it over there!" After obtaining the information, Leylin also sent a copy to Baron Jonas, which must be helpful to the other party, at least it can get rid of him. In that state of black eyes, he knows who is his enemy.
"Gather them and prepare to go out with me to encircle the pirates!"
In Leylin's eyes, that team of pirates that could land at any time was the most imminent threat, and he couldn't just sit back and watch his territory be ravaged by the opponent, so taking the initiative to attack became a must.
"Obey! We will become the sharpest long swords in the young master's hands!" Jacopo promised.
"I am looking forward!"
Of course, Leylin can only rely on them now. Although these militiamen are not good against professionals, they should be somewhat useful against ordinary pirates.
With his current strength, it is impossible to kill so many pirates by himself, he must have the assistance of his subordinates.
"Well! The low-level combat strength is almost there, but according to the information obtained from Manke, the pirates this time are led by a professional of about tenth level, and our high-level strength is still somewhat insufficient..."
Leylin touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
"In terms of high-level combat power, Cousin Isabelle may also be included, but she is still here to protect Mrs. Sarah..."
After thinking of the other party, Leylin immediately asked: "My cousin! What is Isabelle doing recently?"
After hearing this question, Jacob's face showed some hesitation.
"Say!" Leylin's expression turned cold.
"Young master, do you still remember the spy who was caught last time?" Jacopo gritted his teeth.
"Didn't I tell you to dispose of it long ago?" Leylin frowned.
"Among those captives, two servant boys were picked away by Miss Cousin and have never been whereabouts. They seem to have completely disappeared from the world since they entered the other party's room. According to the patrolling guards, they vaguely heard I heard the screams coming from Miss Biao's room..."
There was an unspeakable terror on Jacopo's face. After all, people in this world always easily think of things like "devil" and "demon priest", and Isabelle's actions and performances are very similar to this.
"I see..." Leylin rubbed his forehead, feeling a little sore: "Is there any more?"
"Miss Biao seems to be very interested in the families of those spies recently, but I persuaded her..." Jacopo said directly.
"I almost forgot, this is also a trouble, and it will be even more troublesome if people in the temple find out..."
Leylin sighed secretly: "I will handle Isabelle's matter personally, and don't tell anyone about it. As for the family members of the prisoners, they will all be reduced to slaves, and they will no longer be locked up in the manor. They will be escorted to the pier for me. Coolie or just sell it..."
At this time, it is necessary to set up a model, whether it is positive or negative, in short, it must make the people see the cost and serious consequences of betrayal, and form an effective deterrent.
"I see!"
Regarding this point, Jacopo also had no objection, and quickly took orders, leaving space for Leylin.
Looking at the quiet night sky outside, Leylin suddenly sighed.