Chapter 687 Devil's Guard
Opposite the cell where the Lombard prisoners were held, deep underground in a somewhat dilapidated stone building, bursts of painful roars could be heard from time to time, frightening the people who occasionally passed by and quickly left.
The exterior wall of the building is made of regular strips of stone. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary residence. The walls were covered with moss and traces of rain erosion, making them look dilapidated and eerie.
This stone building is sandwiched between two alleys. Since the surrounding buildings are mostly warehouses for shops in the city, few people usually come and go.
As a place where important prisoners were held in Santia City, this dungeon had been abandoned many years ago.
After the Welsh Army took over the city of Santia, due to its proximity to the cells where prisoners were held, it became a place dedicated to interrogating Lombard officers of all levels.
After entering the gate, a long, narrow and curved corridor is lined with flickering candles, extending inwards to the ultra-humid and dark depths of the underground.
Perhaps there have been too many unknown secrets revealed here, and every corner here reveals a hint of mystery and a little darkness.
As you walk down the steps, you will feel a chill from time to time, which makes people feel an inexplicable fear.
On the uneven wall, the shadow cast by the swaying candlelight is like a lingering phantom, making people's scalp numb.
As the screams came, it made this place feel like a hell on earth·
"Speak! What other tasks do you have besides assassinating the heads of autonomous city-states who came to attend the meeting?"
In the iron-lined torture chair in the middle of the circular dungeon, the Count's guard from the former task force stood in front of the dying Lombard spy, holding a whip dripping with blood at the end and sternly questioning the guy in front of him.
"I, that's all I know. Even if you kill me, I have nothing to say."
With his hands tied behind his back on the chair, the Lombard spy, whose body was already torn and bruised, used his last bit of strength to answer the guard's question.
"Very good. Compared with those captured Lombard officers, you are considered a real man. I will give you one last chance to tell me what other tasks you have!" After saying this, the guard grabbed the whip and whipped the guy in the face, leaving the flesh raw on the spot.
Severe pain made this tough-mouthed guy grin, and blood flowed from the torn wound, dripping onto the dusty ground.
Before that, the count's guard in charge of the interrogation smashed the soles of the Lombard man's feet with a hammer, took off the fingernails of his right hand, cut off half of the tough-talking guy's left ear, and punched and kicked him a lot.
Generally speaking, if an ordinary person can withstand two of the tortures without passing out, he is considered to be a strong person.
It just so happened that this guy had a tough life and could still take a breath after enduring all the punishments. Even Ron, who was sitting in the corner "appreciating", admired this Lombard man a little.
"Enough!"
When the guard was about to raise the whip again, Ron spoke to stop him.
"Sir Ron." The guard turned to look at Ron, who was slowly getting up, and took two steps back.
"Like the other three guys said, it seems they don't know too much, they are just subordinates who follow orders." After Ron said this, he grabbed the drooped head of the almost fainting Lombard in front of him and curled his lips.
"We don't have much time, drag the remaining guy over to me, I want to do this myself~"
“Yes!” The guard turned to the two companions standing by the wall and nodded.
After a while, the Lombard officer in charge of the operation was brought to Ron.
"You bastard," Ron was halfway through his words when he slapped the Lombard officer who was half kneeling on the ground and knocked out two of his front teeth. "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't speak?"
After a round of torture, the other four Lombards all insisted that this person was the person in charge of this operation. But in the first round of interrogation, this guy was like a mute and didn't say a word. Helpless, Ron had no choice but to operate on several other people.
The Lombard officer, who was temporarily locked in the cage next door, heard the heart-rending screams and begging for mercy from his men on the other side, and the fear in his heart reached the extreme.
But when he thought of the Duke of Lombardy's instructions, he still didn't intend to speak.
"Tie up this bastard!
After saying this, Ron picked up the short knife on the ground and gently scraped it between his fingertips. The sound of the friction between the metal and the skin made him feel a little excited.
Previously, he did not have to do anything about interrogating prisoners, and could just leave it to his guards. But this time Art personally told him to be responsible for the interrogation, and his hands, which were already a little unfamiliar, were shaking inexplicably.
When the guards tied the Lombard officer's hands to the armrests of the chair, and fixed his legs and neck to the chair with thick ropes, Ron slowly approached the Lombard officer step by step.
“My patience is limited, I only give you three chances to speak~” Ron whispered into the Lombard officer’s ear, his words full of threats.
"Huai, you bastard, kill me if you can!" The Lombard officer spat spit on Ron's face and cursed.
bang!
The guard standing next to Ron gave the Lombard officer a slap in the face. When he raised his fist and was about to hit this reckless guy, Ron reached out to stop him.
Ron wiped the saliva from his face and smiled nonchalantly. When the scar on his face was torn apart by his face,
the soft eyes a moment ago were suddenly filled with murderous intent·
"Ah!"
In an instant, Ron raised the knife and cut off three of the Lombard man's fingers.
"My hand! My hand! You bastard! Ah——"
As the severe pain caused by the severed finger spread throughout his body, the Lombard officer kept struggling desperately. From time to time, he let out low roars from his clenched teeth, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down his face.
Perhaps feeling that it was not enough to relieve his anger, Ron stretched out his left hand and pinched the guy's neck. He held the short knife in his right hand and slashed diagonally along the Lombard officer's left eye. He cut an incision half a finger wide diagonally along the bridge of his nose and did not stop until the corner of his mouth.
Looking at his "masterpiece", Ron couldn't hide his excitement. He approached the Lombard officer and said, "Do you know how I got this scar?"
The Lombard officer endured the severe pain and kept moving his head back, trying to avoid Ron's sickly eyes at the moment.
"It's not important! You just need to know that from now on, the scar on your face that symbolizes shame is left by me."
"Bring the coarse salt!" Ron released his left hand from the Lombard's neck and ordered the guard.
At this time, the Lombard officer, who was already trembling, looked at the large bowl of coarse salt brought by the guard, and seemed to understand what the extremely cruel guy in front of him was planning to do.
"You two, hold him down!" Ron said to the guards beside him,
One of them stepped forward and strangled the Lombard officer's neck, while the other held down the stump of the arm that had three fingers cut off.
"Let me ask you, how many batches of assassination squads like yours was sent by that old guy Witott? Where did they go? What kind of missions did they perform?"
The Lombard officer who briefly endured the pain of flesh and blood stared at Ron fiercely without saying a word.
Before the guy could react, Ron grabbed a handful of coarse salt and wiped it on the Lombard officer's severed finger. While applying salt, do not forget to squeeze the wound of the severed finger hard.
Immediately afterwards, another burst of heart-rending roars and shouts came. The pain caused by the coarse salt seeping into the wound spread throughout the Lombard officer's body, and at one point his body began to twitch.
"Say or not!" Ron asked again.
Seeing that this guy was tough-talking, Ron once again grabbed a handful of coarse salt and stuffed it into the bleeding scar on the Lombard officer's face.
"Ah! My face!"
The heartbreaking pain caused the Lombard officer's already hoarse throat to gasp hissingly, and his bound hands and feet kept struggling, as if this could alleviate the pain caused by the wound.
But this guy had a tough talk and still didn't speak.
Hynh Ron picked up the short knife that was thrown aside, and continued to expand along the incision, until the blade touched the bone and did not stop.
Looking at his blood-stained hands, Ron took a sip of thick phlegm to the side, then grabbed the coarse salt again and stuffed it into the incision, and did not stop until the coarse salt in the bowl was used up.
"Ah, you bastard, kill me! Kill me! Kill me! You devil! God will punish you!"
No matter how much the Lombard officer shouted, Ron ignored him.
Him The Lombard officer would never have thought that after surviving the torture of Lavati's escort, the other party would be unable to do anything to him.
Him Never thought that as soon as he climbed out of the ice cave, he turned around and fell into the furnace again.
Watching the Lombard officer yelling and cursing at the top of his lungs, with sweat beads on his forehead, Ron took a deep breath and punched the guy in the stomach.
Poof~
The Lombard officer sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground and almost fainted.
Seeing that the time stipulated by Art was approaching, Ron decided to use Xing to force a confession.
It's just that this guy was unlucky, Ron changed the water to "dung water".
“You bastard, you have a tough mouth.” Ron patted the coarse salt on his hand, then picked up a coarse cloth and wiped the blood on his hand. , and told the guards, "Prepare the water!"
"Yes!"
Then the Lombard officer was untied by the guards and thrown to the ground. His body softened and he lay down directly.
Watching the guard throw a piece of linen into the smelly excrement water, stir it a few times, and then take out the soaked linen and walk towards him,
The Lombard officer's body began to shake again. He had never seen such torture in Lombardy. The fear of the unknown made his body keep obeying, and slowly, a stream of turbid liquid soaked his crotch and flowed out between his legs."
Looking at the Lombard man lying on the ground and peeing, everyone present burst into laughter.