Chapter 3705 Corpse Robber
After hearing the guard's reply, I smiled, a very warm smile: "So, where have all the kidnapped children gone?"
The traffickers cried out that they were wronged, and each of them acted so realistically and believably that no one could see any flaws.
But how can I believe what they say - do they really think that the intelligence system of Fort Wych is a waste?
I held my chin and thought for a while, then sighed softly and said with regret, "Since you won't tell me, then you are of no use."
Having said that, he didn't give the other party any room to speak, and just cut him with his sword. In an instant, a living person turned into a pile of minced meat.
The traffickers nearby were so frightened that they opened their mouths wide and could not make any sound.
They have probably never seen a similar scene - and yes, Fort Wych has always used detention as the main method against criminals, rarely imposing capital punishment.
This is true internally and externally.
Unless they are unforgivable sinners who have violated the laws of Zefeng Continent, they will be sentenced to death on the spot.
And my behavior, in the eyes of the people of Wychburg who do not need to pay heavy honour, is undoubtedly inhumane and disharmonious - but no one will have any objection, because I am the adopted son of Master Dewey and His Highness of Wychburg, and my status is only Second to the two majesties, let alone stabbing a few prisoners to death, even if all the prisoners in the dungeon were executed, no one would jump out and say no.
The guard closed his eyes and watched all this with cold eyes. In the dungeon, only the sharp and piercing screams of fear of the human traffickers echoed through the empty and gloomy corridors.
"We are from Airei City!" A trafficker who looked frightened yelled this sentence as if he collapsed.
It seems that in his opinion, the three words "Ai Ruicheng" will be their life-saving talisman.
If you are an honest person who abides by the law, these three words will naturally be useful. After all, although the crime committed by the other party is serious, it is not a crime that requires death. Killing someone who is not from your own country rashly can easily cause international disputes.
But when did I become a law-abiding person?
He took out the communication crystal with a smile, contacted the adventurer base in the capital city of Ari City, and found Carter Horton's secretary.
Probably after hearing that the person who contacted him was me, Carter Horton's blood pressure spiked. For the sake of his own life, he chose to talk to me indirectly through the secretary line.
"Please tell Carter Horton that I just executed a group of human traffickers here. One of the traffickers said that he was from Airy City. Since he is from Airy City, he has nothing to do with it. So I want to ask, you People from Airey City accuse me of kidnapping and trafficking children in Fort Vicky, what should I do about this?"
Just when the secretary said "I understand," I added: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that if this matter doesn't give me a satisfactory result, I won't let it go."
The secretary responded repeatedly, then said "wait a moment" and then lost his voice.
During the time when the secretary's voice disappeared, the expressions of the traffickers present were shocked, and some traffickers said at the top of their lungs that all this was fake and that I was putting on a show for them, with the purpose of killing them.
I didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of person, but quietly waited for the call.
About a quarter of an hour later, the call rang again, and it was still the voice of the secretary: "Your Majesty said that there are no human traffickers in Airy City who would kidnap the children of Fort Vicky. These people must not be from Airy City. Otherwise, you can ask other people." town?"
"Okay, please," I said and hung up the call.
As for the compensation I mentioned before that satisfied me, I never mentioned it again from beginning to end.
Because I know that Carter Horton was able to reply to me like this. On the one hand, he did not want to pay attention to this group of human traffickers and did not want to waste time on them. On the other hand, he also did not want to cut off his flesh. After all, Airui City is still seriously injured and is in the midst of a century. There is no point in spending too much energy on these things.
"Well, Carter Horton said, you're not from Airytown."
"Yes, we are from Hancheng, York!" Another trafficker rolled his eyes and said full of desire for survival.
"York Hancheng, right?" I nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Next, I contacted Simmons Locke.
When the latter heard about the human traffickers, he said without hesitation: "Kill them all, kill them all, and save the world from harm."
After hanging up the call, I chuckled, and in the desperate gazes of the traffickers, I swung my sword and chopped one trafficker after another into pieces of flesh.
The reason why I didn't continue to ask about the kidnapped children was because even if I asked, if I wanted to get these children back, I would have to rely on diplomatic means to get them back.
In this process, these human traffickers play no role.
After killing the human traffickers, of course there were guards cleaning the ground and cleaning the soles of my shoes, and I continued to wander slowly in the dungeon.
This time, there were far fewer calls for help, and more of a deathly silence.
We walked down one floor after another, and soon we came to the floor where the body snatchers were imprisoned.
"Where were the first batch of corpse thieves locked up?" I asked in a low voice.
Under the leadership of the guards, we quickly found the first batch of imprisoned body snatchers.
At this time, they looked decadent, sallow and thin, as if they had been abused and had not enough to eat.
In fact, their life is much better than that of the poor people in Airey City. Although the daily food is monotonous and plain, there is no problem in eating enough. They also have four sets of prison uniforms a year, two in summer and two in winter. Give them a short bath time each day, and a short wash time.
This was not done to show how humane Fort Vicky was, but because the guards did not want to be with dirty and rancid prisoners, so they made a request to the commander in charge of the dungeon to improve the living conditions of the prisoners.
After the actual inspection, the chief agreed to their request and set a series of rules.
When I came to the cell door, I quietly looked at the dejected-looking people inside.
The people held in the prison were all men, and they were quite old. At first glance, they seemed to have been detained for a long time.
After they saw me, the first expression they showed was shock.
After a long silence, one of the prisoners asked softly: "Is your Excellency a human race?"
I ignored their questions and asked them back, "Are you body snatchers?"
"Sir, we are body snatchers."
The prisoner who asked the question saw me asking him back. He was silent for a second and then replied.
"How long have you been detained here?" I asked again.
"Sir, thirty years."
"Are you the only ones in this team of corpse thieves?" I asked again.