Boredom, uneasiness, fear, despair, and endless weakness overwhelmed him like a mountain. Even if a three-year-old child came at this time, he would easily kneel down and surrender, begging the other party to let him go, even if it meant death. The torture of being extremely exhausted but unable to sleep had swallowed up his last bit of willpower, and he no longer had any resistance.
But still no one responded to him.
On the third day, the man was as motionless as a corpse and seemed to have lost all ability to think.
However, today, other voices finally rang out in the room.
Someone untied him from the stone pillar he was tied to, dragged him out, and walked a long way, apparently climbing stairs.
He was thrown to the ground like mud, his head was pulled up, and cold ice cubes were stuffed directly into his mouth. The intense stimulation made him tremble, and then the black cloth in front of his eyes was torn away. The dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes. After a long time, he saw a blurry figure appear in front of him.
This seemed to be a rooftop terrace. The sun shone obliquely from the top of the umbrella, making his frail body feel a little warm, and he finally regained some strength to speak.
Unfortunately, he was still weak and exhausted. He couldn't even keep his body supported and fell to the side again. Fortunately, someone supported him at the critical moment, although he was fixed to the ground with a clamp.
"Are you awake? Ritual Officer Rosetz." A gentle voice came from the front, and its tone was as rhythmic as a poet's song.
"Who are you?"
Rosetz tried to open his eyes wide, trying to distinguish the blurry figure, but his eyesight was already blurry due to lack of vision.
The short golden hair, the loose white robe, and the red earrings shining under the side hair, these vague images came together, and an important name emerged in Rosetz's mind, followed by a wave of fear.
"Lord Eperion..." His voice was bitter and desperate.
"Ah, I didn't expect you to recognize me, Mr. Roseates."
This famous painter sage was currently sitting under a large white umbrella, facing the pure white canvas, slowly painting, and only occasionally speaking a few words to the extremely frail ritual officer beside him.
"Actually, we met a long time ago. I think it was at a party thirty-three years ago. I painted a portrait of Miss Elansissa at that time. It was her coming-of-age celebration, and many guests from the Blue Calyx Crown were invited."
"I was sitting by the piano, wearing a slightly gray shirt. To earn a gold coin, I had to paint the young lady's portrait right before the end of the banquet. Many guests were chatting with great interest on the dance floor, wanting to see how I would complete this task."
"Mr. Rosetz had just graduated from the Emerald Cage at that time and came with his elders to offer congratulations. Unfamiliar with the banquet environment, he quickly went to chat with his friends." Although it was a trivial matter many years ago, the sage seemed to remember it very clearly, even though he was an insignificant figure in the venue at that time.
"This... is there such a thing?" Rosetz had long lost his memory of what happened at that time, and only recalled some vague fragments because of Eperion's words.
"Yes, maybe it's because my memory is a little better. I can't forget many things even after many years." The painter said with a sigh, making people feel a little sad.
"Are you thirsty, Mr. Rosetz? Would you like to drink some water first?" The painter put down his paintbrush for the moment and turned to look at the man who was being carried.
"Yes, I need it."
The thought of water immediately brought back the feeling that had been numbly forgotten, and Rosez's words were filled with eagerness and desire.
"Phew, don't worry, Lord Rosets. I will give you the water. In exchange, I only want to ask you a few simple questions."
Eperion leaned back on a white woven wooden chair and looked towards the courtyard not far away. There were many children playing on the green grass, and occasionally there were bursts of laughter.
"Yes, yes... You ask, I, I will tell you everything." At this time, Rosetz no longer had any intention of resisting, and only wanted to fill his extremely thirsty throat.
A masked elf guard brought a glass of water, and the person who was holding Rosetz behind him lifted his head. Then the clear water poured into his throat in the sunlight. An unprecedented sweetness and satisfaction filled his tongue and throat. The feeling of happiness almost made Rosetz cry.
Finally, I got some water.
"Cough cough..." After pouring the water, the guard walked away with the cup, while Rosetz coughed to shake off the water stains on his face.
"Are you feeling better, Mr. Rosez?" Eperion's voice was still so gentle, as if he was talking to an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Well, I'm better, sir." Rosetz answered weakly, but he had recovered a little at this time, and even the scenery in front of him was much clearer.
The blue sky, the short light golden hair, the slender fingers holding the paintbrush, and the ruby earrings that are almost iconic.
Eperion, a newly rising sage of the elves, a famous painter and artist, the dream man of many elven girls.
These titles are not an exaggeration for this man. In the eyes of many people, he is a painter with a melancholy atmosphere, which makes people feel pity for him.
But I didn't expect that it was him who was sitting in front of me.
As Rosetz thought about it, a chill rose in his heart.
"First of all, how much information did you reveal to the conservatives?" the painter asked casually while applying paint on the canvas.
"I, I didn't..." Rosetz was about to deny it, but soon fell silent again.
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