Chapter 228 Torture

The spiked whip struck the victim's back hard.

The clothes on his back were in tatters, and it could be seen from the damage that there was already blood and flesh inside.

The cotton wool of the clothes had been mixed with the turned-up flesh, and it was impossible to distinguish them from each other, because the blood gushing out had dyed the entire back a terrible red.

Despite this, the person who carried out the punishment still did not stop, as if the man kneeling on the ground had some deep grudge against him.

"Waste! Waste! Is this how you repay the Kent family for supporting you?"

Malzkent's son, Jaiskent, was beating an officer severely with a whip at this time. He was yelling curses while beating, venting his anger.

The kneeling officer just groaned in pain when he couldn't bear it anymore, but he didn't say a word of begging for mercy, because he knew that would only lead to more terrible consequences.

"You can't even look at anyone. How do you get your eyes? How do you get your brain?"

Jiaaisi kept yelling, and his strength in swinging the whip did not weaken at all.

"Okay, if you continue to fight, he will really die."

A deep voice came from behind. Jais stopped his hand and turned around, only to find that the Earl of Kent was standing behind him.

His father is becoming more and more elusive. His experience in the military has made Jayais very sensitive to situations where people suddenly appear behind him. He thinks he is alert enough, but he didn't notice any noise just now. When did his father come and how did he stand behind him?

"Father, I am teaching this loser a lesson. Huh, when I was leading the army in the south, this loser was already..."

"Enough!"

The Earl of Kent stretched out his hand to interrupt his son's words. He turned his gaze to the dying officer. As soon as Jayce stopped his hand, he lay on the ground unable to hold on any longer.

"I ask you, are you really unaware of Henry Ferdinand's escape?"

The officer took a few breaths and forced himself to straighten his upper body, while his legs were still kneeling on the ground.

"Sir...Sir Kent, I really don't know."

He replied angrily.

"I went to inspect the dungeon before going to bed. There was nothing unusual. Viscount Henry had already laid down and slept. As a result... As a result, there were no people there the next day, and the person on duty also said..."

"alright."

The Earl of Kent waved his hand. He had already said these words in previous interrogations, and he didn't want to hear them a second time.

Henry Ferdinand ran away without anyone noticing, and no one on duty that day noticed anything unusual.

The lock on Henry's cell has been changed by the cell leader, and he takes the only key with him. The lock showed no signs of being broken, and it seemed that the only possibility was that the prison boss let Henry go without permission.

But the cell leader in front of him who was beaten to a bloody pulp was the person he had installed. He knew this person's experience clearly, and the chance of having anything to do with Henry was extremely slim.

The Earl of Kent suddenly had a terrible idea: Could it be that Henry Ferdinand escaped with the help of some mysterious power? Or is Henry a mage himself?

Ever since he came into contact with Barnett and learned about the existence of magic and the Mystery Society, Malzkent would think of mysterious powers when encountering anything that was difficult to explain.

Earl of Kent turned around and asked: "Little friend Andy, can you decide whether this person is telling the truth or a lie?"

Only then did Jayce notice that behind his father was a little boy named Andy. Like Barnett before him, he also came from the mysterious organization. Now he had been told many things by his father.

The little mage standing behind Maltz was trembling slightly. He was frightened by the execution method used by Jaice just now.

Hearing what the count asked him, Andy hurriedly raised his face and said nervously: "I'm not very familiar with lie detection, but...but I don't think he told lies."

"I see……"

The Earl of Kent turned to his son, "Jais, just watch and deal with these people."

A sharp look flashed in the earl's son's eyes, "Yes, father."

"These people?"

Andy looked around with some confusion, but what he saw made him feel sick to his stomach.

In a cell next door, I saw a bunch of people lying on the ground in a mess. However, they had long been out of human form. Some of them were covered in blood and flesh like the officers who had been tortured just now, and some had their limbs twisted into weird shapes. shape, and some people simply have no limbs.

These are the jailers guarding the dungeon. Although they have been tortured, there is no moaning sound. Maybe they have no strength at all, maybe they are numb mentally and in pain. Only the slight rise and fall of their chests can tell that their bodies are still intact. There is no death.

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, one read!

"vomit!"

The little mage couldn't bear it anymore and spit it out.

Seeing his reaction, Earl of Kent frowned. Really, why did the Arcanum—or Teacher Barnett—send such a good boy to assist him.

After these days of getting along, he has already understood the character of this little mage. Apart from being proficient in mysterious magic, he is completely an ordinary child in other aspects. At first, he thought that the other party was deliberately acting like a child in order to disguise his identity. How could a person who became a mage be so childish, but later he realized that his judgment was wrong.

The Earl of Kent felt vaguely that he had been underestimated. Did the Secret Order not value him or the Northwest Bay at all? Send such a child as a nanny?

The only good thing is that Andy is more well-behaved and listens to him. If a naughty and willful child really comes along, he really doesn't know what to do. After all, the other person is a mage and a member of the Secret Law Society.

"Little friend Andy, your mental endurance is too poor. We are people who want to do big things. It's not okay to be frightened by such a scene."

He patted the little mage on the shoulder.

"But... why should we treat them like this? Isn't it just that a prisoner escaped? And they didn't neglect their duties. The prisoner escaped in a way that we don't know."

Andy looked at Earl of Kent with a look of fear in his eyes. The man in front of him was so scary. How could a normal person do such a cruel thing? It was right or wrong to assist him.

"No!" The kindness that the count had just pretended suddenly disappeared, and Andy was startled.

Just listen to the count saying viciously: "I only care about the results! They are responsible for guarding the dungeon, so they must ensure that the prisoners will not escape. But now that the prisoners have escaped, any explanation or reason is pale. They must be punished. Now This state proves that they are useless in their positions, and useless people will only continue to waste food.”

After the count finished speaking, he walked outside.

"Hmph!" Along with Jiaaisi's chuckle, a gust of cold wind blew, making the little mage shiver.