Chapter 1453 Why Do You Go Back?

"Aww"

Castor almost jumped up from the ground, but before he could close his mouth, he was wrapped around his body by a set of ropes, pulled back hard, and was tied to the bamboo in the corner.

The pain in his crotch made him gasp, his mind went blank.

Mag, who was standing by the side, subconsciously retracted his legs, and was suddenly a little thankful that Camilla didn't wake him up in this way, otherwise the story must have gone in a different direction.

"Say, which way of death do you want to choose?" Camilla took out a set of leather whip candles from nowhere, raised her hand and slapped Custer's face with a whip. A deep bloodstain was left behind, and asked in a cold voice.

Custer was woken up by the whip. Although his crotch was in pain, he tried his best to look at Camilla with his legs crossed. He panicked and said quickly, "Countess Bathory, this must be a misunderstanding... ..."

"Snapped!"

Camilla didn't talk nonsense, and raised her hand for another whip.

Custer grinned from being whipped, the whip was covered with barbs, and as soon as the whip came down, what came down were strings of flesh, the pain can be imagined.

"You're here to look for me, aren't you?" Connie stepped forward, looked at Custer, and clenched her fists.

"Miss, I don't know who you are? There may be some misunderstanding between us..." Custer looked at Connie, endured the pain, and tried to squeeze out a smile. His mood had sunk to the bottom, and his mind was racing. I didn't expect to miss it and fall into the hands of others today.

"Liar, you are clearly Gary's running dog. I saw you and Gary standing together at the banquet of the Falk tribe! You killed my father, mother, and my relatives!" Connie raised her hand and punched Castor on the jaw, knocking out several of his teeth.

"Ahem..." Custer coughed up blood, looked at Connie innocently and said, "It seems that you have misunderstood the person, I don't know you, I don't know Gary, I'm just a Just an ordinary businessman... Please let me go, I have an old man and a young man..."

"You..." Connie looked at Custer with some hesitation on her face. Did she really recognize the wrong person?

"Caster, nicknamed Vulture, is a native of Townsend in the Los Empire. He escaped from the empire in his early years because he was drunk and killed his wife. Afterwards, he traveled to the mainland and became an intelligence businessman. He also established a huge intelligence network on the Nolan continent. Covering all ethnic groups and regions, he makes a lot of money by selling intelligence and information. The vulture is extremely mysterious, and few people know his true appearance.

It is said that he has changed his appearance several times, which is already different from that of the past. Mag looked at Custer, smiled and said, "How many skins are hidden under this skin?" "

Custer stared fixedly at Mag, his stiff face was twitching faintly, and there was still fear in his eyes. As he had guessed, this guy was not a simple chef and restaurant owner, but now it seems that he might not have The opportunity revealed his identity completely.

Seeing that Custer acquiesced to his words, Mag continued with a smile: "If you tell the truth about how you helped Gary rebel and killed the chief of the Fak tribe, I might be able to make your death easier."

"Since you are bound to die, why do I still have to talk nonsense to you, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?" Custer looked at Mag with a sneer, "Are you trying to help her regain the chief's position? Heh, let me tell you, you can't succeed, Gary has already controlled the Falk tribe, what do you have to fight with him?"

"Snapped!"

Camilla's whip landed on him again, tearing off a strip of flesh along with his clothes.

"ah"

Castor was trembling in pain. Interrogation was one of the things he was best at, but he never thought that one day he would be tied up and the barbed whip would fall on him.

"Don't talk too much nonsense, or I will slowly beat you to death with a whip. According to this efficiency, it will take about a thousand and one whips to get all the flesh off your body. But at that time your consciousness is still clear, you If you want to die, you can’t die, I will use the healing potion to restore your injuries, and then do it all over again.” Camilla looked at Custer with a smile, her eyes flashed eagerly.

"You...you can't treat me like this..." Custer collapsed in an instant, struggling to move, but in exchange for two whips.

A strong pain came from the wound, and Custer swayed from side to side, but couldn't break free from the rope on his body.

"I said...I said everything..." Watching Camilla raise the whip again, Custer almost cried out.

"Snapped!"

The whip still landed on Castor's body, taking a piece of flesh and blood from his thigh.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so useless, you can't hold on for three seconds." Camilla apologized without sincerity, the whip was hanging by her hand, and she didn't intend to put it away.

Custer gritted his teeth in pain, but he was too angry to speak, his eyes fell on Connie, and he said, "Yes, I helped Gary plan the coup, killing the chief and his wife of the Falk tribe , and all the orcs who supported the chief. It was I who provided Gary with all the intelligence information so that he could kill all the orcs who could lead and change this coup with the highest efficiency in the shortest possible time."

"And you are the only accident of this plan. If you hadn't escaped, I would have been sitting in the palace of your Falk tribe at this time, calling Gary a brother and brother, and becoming the most honored guest of the Falk tribe." Custer gritted his teeth. Looking at Connie, she yelled, "Why are you running! You should die with your damn father! Why do you live alone!"

"I..." Connie took two steps back subconsciously, her eyes were full of sadness and pain, she shook her head and stepped back, not wanting to recall what happened that day.

"It's not you who is wrong." At this moment, a hand was lightly pressed on her back, against her receding body, McGonagall said softly.

"But...but my father was killed because of me..." Connie couldn't stop crying. She couldn't forget the scene when her father pushed her out of the palace and blocked the gate with his body. If it wasn't for her, her father Perhaps it is possible to leave, endless self-blame welled up in my heart.

"Seeing you survive is your father's greatest satisfaction." Mag shook his head, raised his finger to Custer, and said with a serious face: "And kill these bad guys, avenge your parents, and save your father." Brother, that's what you should do next. If you can't even bear the enemy's talk, why do you go back?"