Chapter 477 Torture
“Wow—”
A basin of cold water was poured on Colin Hunter's face, instantly awakening him from his coma.
“Huahua——”
After two basins of water were poured in succession, Colin Hunter woke up completely. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a familiar face.
"ah?"
Colin Hunter was startled and struggled to move, but was shocked to find that his whole body was paralyzed. Except for his head, he could move it. The part below his neck was stiff and numb.
"Hey, you're finally awake," Hector said expressionlessly. "Now that you're awake, we can move on to the next step."
Colin Hunter struggled to blink away the water droplets on his eyelashes, staring at the young man standing close to him with wide eyes.
This face... I seem to have seen it somewhere before?
Especially those silver-gray eyes, cold and sharp, brewing deep hatred.
Colin Hunter shuddered involuntarily, a long-lost memory was awakened, and a pair of similar eyes emerged in his mind.
The young earl was clearly about to die, but he showed no fear. His silver-gray eyes were aloof, firm, and sharp, as if he could see through everything. He was as ferocious as a northern snow wolf, and was intimidating.
Colin Hunter had killed so many adventurers, but for the first time he felt fear when facing the wolf-like man.
So he blinded the opponent's eyes with his sword, taking away his last chance of survival.
Now, he actually saw the same eyes as the count's on the face of a strange young man.
Colin Hunter felt uneasy and looked away hurriedly, looking around.
Then he was stunned.
This was a yard. He was tied to a tree trunk like a lamb to be slaughtered, with a fist-sized magic ball of light hanging above his head. There were more than a dozen people standing around him, both men and women, all very young, and most of them wearing magic robes.
They watched at their leisure, while the young man with silver-gray eyes casually toyed with a dagger in his hand. Beside him stood a bald swordsman wearing a mask.
Colin Hunter's pupils suddenly contracted.
He knew this bald swordsman.
Why is the porter and thug from Helena Tavern here?
Could it be... that he was kidnapped by the owner of Helena Tavern?
But why are there so many magicians around?
Colin Hunter rolled his eyes and looked at the two female magicians standing in the crowd.
It's them!
His eyes were filled with anger.
Now they have washed off their heavy makeup and put on conservative magic robes. Their pure and noble temperament is completely different from their previous coquettishness.
This is a scam!
And I was the prey, falling into the trap unknowingly.
"...Who...are you? What...do you want to do?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat felt like it was being cut by a knife and his voice was hoarse.
Hector took out two pieces of paper and read: "Colin Hunter, male, 62 years old, from the Pros Empire, low-level swordsman, ostensibly the captain of the Apocalypse Star, but actually a core member of the Demon Hunter Group..."
As he read on, Colin Hunter's face became uglier and uglier, and his eyes were full of fear.
This group investigated his life thoroughly. They not only knew that he had married three wives, but also knew about the shady deals he had done behind the scenes.
"...Twenty-seven years ago, you colluded with Maserlo Snovo to persecute his brother, Count Oraman Snovo, and four of his squire knights. After the deed was accomplished, Maserlo gave you fifty thousand gold coins as a reward."
After reading out his crimes, Hector carefully put the paper away and asked sternly, "Do you admit to the above?"
After all, Colin Hunter was an adventurer who had experienced many storms. After the panic, he quickly calmed down. When he heard the names "Maisero Snowwo" and "Olaman Snowwo", he immediately remembered who the young man in front of him looked like.
He looks like Ouraman Snover.
The young earl who was stabbed in the heart and blinded by his sneak attack.
"Are you... from the Snowwo family?" he asked.
Silver-gray eyes are characteristic of the Snowwo family.
"You don't seem to understand the situation yet?" Hector turned the dagger and pointed the sharp blade at Colin Hunter's eyes. "Answer my questions obediently, otherwise I won't mind taking out your eyeballs."
Colin Hunter couldn't help but shudder, his mind working rapidly, weighing the pros and cons.
Which one has a greater chance of survival: firmly denying it or admitting it?
Or... no matter what choice he makes, he will die today?
Beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down his forehead. His facial muscles trembled, and he felt hesitant inside.
"Master, he's very stubborn," Ailin said hoarsely. "It seems we'll have to resort to extreme measures."
The so-called extraordinary measures are torture.
Colin Hunter looked at the masked bald swordsman and an idea flashed in his mind.
"You...you are a squire knight?"
"I'm glad you still remember me." Ailin sneered.
"How is that possible?" Colin Hunter retorted subconsciously. He clearly remembered that the four squire knights had died in the Valley of the Wind... No, one had been seriously injured and blown away by the hurricane.
Because I thought he was definitely dead, I didn't pursue him to confirm.
No one expected that in such a dangerous environment, he not only survived, but is still alive today.
Colin Hunter suddenly thought of something and shouted, "It's you!"
The murderer who killed Apocalypse Star’s old teammates was the bald swordsman in front of him!
Colin Hunter's face instantly lost all color and was filled with horror.
"It's me! You wanted to silence me, but unfortunately I wasn't destined to die and left the Valley of the Wind alive. For the past twenty-seven years, I've been thinking about revenge for my master all the time." Ailin said coldly.
Colin Hunter panted rapidly, knowing that no matter how he tried to argue, he simply admitted it. "Yes, I'm a core member of the Demon Hunters. Besides leading adventures, I also take on shady missions, like murder. My employer, Myserlo Snovo, asked me to find a way to kill his brother, Olaman, and fake an accident to eliminate him as a suspect."
Hearing him admit it himself, Hector closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Shu Li held in his hand a small, finely crafted magic prop - a camera.
The camera is an upgraded version of the camera stone, with higher pixels and larger memory, making it the best tool for collecting evidence.
However, Colin Hunter's confession alone is not enough to convict Mesereau, and some substantial evidence is needed.
"Do you have any proof of transaction?" Hector asked.
Colin Hunter said, "Of course I have it—but it's not with me. I hid it in the safe at home. If you let me go, I'll go back and get it and send it to you."
"That's a nice thought," Morrissey sneered.
"Isn't it?" Angel grinned. "He wants to use the transaction certificate as a bargaining chip in exchange for a chance to escape."
Budno tilted his head. "Do we look silly and naive?"
Kumandi said coldly, "Don't play tricks. Our patience is limited."
"You should have searched my body." Colin Hunter said as he mobilized the sword energy in his body, trying to regain feeling in his limbs. "Didn't you find anything?"
Hector frowned.
Yes, they searched his entire body first, but found nothing.
The Elf King said calmly, "There is a magical contract that can be hidden in the body of the contractor. It can only be displayed if the contractor takes the initiative to take it out."
Colin Hunter's face changed.
The Elf King asked, "Are you handing it over voluntarily or passively?"
Colin Hunter gritted his teeth, fighting for his life. "I'll send you the contract once I'm safe. Otherwise—I'd rather destroy myself than hand it over."
He knew very well that these people arrested him for evidence of his transaction with Maiser.
Only by obtaining evidence of the transaction can we convict Maserati.
Although he was not the mastermind, he was the one who ended Count Oraman's life.
These people won't let him go.
The Magic Contract Book is the masterpiece of the Demon Hunter Necromancer. In order to prevent it from being lost, a self-destruct function is specially set.
If the contract is forcibly taken out without the consent of the contract holder, the contract will immediately become void.
This not only ensures that the contract is not leaked, but also protects the contractor from threats from others.
Colin Hunter learned the purpose of this group of people and felt fearless.
"I'm just a sword that kills people. The culprit is Myserlo. As long as you don't make things difficult for me, I will hand over the contract." He looked at the bald swordsman and said in a deep voice, "You killed all my old teammates. Isn't it time for you to calm down?"
cool down?
No!
As long as there is a murderer alive in this world, his hatred will never go away.
"It seems you didn't understand me." The Elf King raised a finger and pointed it at Colin Hunter. "I'm not bargaining with you."
The next second, Colin Hunter let out a shrill scream.
There was no change on the surface of his body, but his heart felt like it was being eaten by countless insects, and the pain was unbearable.
The others were startled and covered their ears at the same time.
Fortunately, the courtyard has a soundproof magic circle, so no matter how loud the noise is, the outside world cannot hear it.
Shu Li tilted her head slightly and stared at the Elf King with a calm expression.
He knew that the Elf King had cast a dark spell on Colin Hunter, causing him to feel the pain of being eaten by thousands of ants.
There are many methods of black magic, and the torture can destroy a person's will.
The soul is imprisoned, watching clearly as its body is eaten away bit by bit. Even after the body dies, the soul cannot be freed, and replays the pain before death over and over again.
The Elf King is proficient in black magic, so he is the perfect person to torture Colin Hunter.
The screams lasted for more than ten minutes. Colin Hunter's face was pale, his breathing was rapid, his body was sweating, and his consciousness slowly returned.
The Elf King asked, "Are you willing to hand over the contract?"
Colin Hunter wanted to be a warrior and refuse to give in, but he couldn't bear the physical pain. The blow just now almost destroyed his will.
If he had to die no matter what, he would rather die quickly than suffer and then die.
"I'll pay it..."
As he spoke weakly, a ball of light emerged from his forehead, fell to the ground, and turned into a scroll, which was the contract between him and Maserati.
Before today, he had used the contract to threaten Maserato many times and extorted a large amount of gold coins, but now it has become a death warrant.
Hector picked up the contract, unfolded it and took a quick look. He saw Maserato's signature and fingerprint at the signature area, and his frown relaxed.
Finally, he got the evidence!
After handing over the contract, Colin Hunter's face turned pale and he hung his head dejectedly.
Ailin untied the sword from his back, pointed it at his heart, and decided to reunite him with his teammates.
"Uncle Ailin, wait." Hector stopped him, "He can't die now."
"Why?" Ailin asked.
Hector said: "He is a witness."
Only with complete physical and witness evidence can we effectively convict Maserati and leave him with no chance of defense.
Aelin lowered his sword.
Hector put away the contract and saluted his friends solemnly. "Thank you—"
Without their company and help over the years, I would have accomplished nothing, let alone found the real murderer of my father.
Now that he has the evidence, he and Ailin will return to the Pros Empire and sentence the culprit to death.
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