Chapter 141 The Face Under the Mask (Part 2)

Like a child listening attentively to a story he has never heard before, Aresio said nothing, as if hinting that it was time for me to tell the story. I really don't understand what Aresio is up to?

I remained silent, because at this time I was still wondering if telling a story was a crazy choice. Yes, it was too crazy. Although I was surprised by the good sound insulation in this room, there was a life-and-death battle going on outside, but I couldn't hear the disturbing shouts of killing inside.

"Why, why don't you say anything?"

Alessio's tone sounded clearly impatient.

"brush!"

I saw an iron sword refracted by the light and placed heavily on my shoulder. The force made my entire upper body sink.

Another such move, this force made me grimace. Why? Why did Aresio have to hear what the fat man who escaped did? "Tell me, what did the fat man do?"

Aresio's tone suddenly became gloomy, and he began to play with his fingers, as if waiting, "Oh, you don't have to say it, but if you don't say it..." Aresio said, stretching out his right hand and waving it.

"brush!"

The soldier behind Andrew suddenly drew out his iron sword and put it on Andrew's neck, the blade even piercing into his flesh. Andrew wanted to struggle, but the sharp blade was right at his neck, his chin slightly raised, his lips tightly closed, his nostrils widened, and his breathing was heavy.

"If you don't tell me, your companions must die!"

Alessio's tone suddenly softened again. He was still playing with his fingers, waiting quietly.

"Well, Your Excellency the Governor."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Since he really didn't care about the enemy right in front of him, I would explain the fat man's problem to him in detail.

"Oh, right!" Just as I was about to speak, Alessio suddenly raised a finger, indicating that this was a key point. "Tell us how you got here, who you met along the way, and what kind of equipment those Bagoda slaves have. We have plenty of time. Now, tell us everything."

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay..."

I quickly organized my thoughts and began to tell the story of how the fat man left us behind. Alessio sat in the seat opposite me, changing his laziness and listening very seriously. I could hardly recognize whether this person was the same person as the one I just saw.

There were dozens of fully armed soldiers standing in the hall, listening to me recounting what had happened bit by bit in silence.

As I was talking, I was thinking to myself, is this guy wrong? Why doesn't he plan a battle or study how to escape, but listen to me telling my adventures here? No, he must want to get something out of me, or say that there are strategic points that he can grasp in my information. Oh, come on, what else did I find along the way except an unguarded garbage channel? Nothing, how could he find other valuable information from me? But he insisted on listening, so I had to keep talking. Gradually, when I talked about the naked group of Bagoda soldiers, Alessio suddenly interrupted me. He asked me: "You said that their Bagoda soldiers basically don't have heavy armor?" Alessio looked at me in disbelief. "If I had known that the enemies attacking our street defense forces were all well-equipped and difficult enemies, otherwise the mob I told you about would not have been able to defeat my defense forces in one fell swoop!"

"Who told you that? I didn't see a single well-dressed soldier along the way. At most, the weapons in their hands were picked up from the dead mercenaries. How can they be said to be wearing heavy armor?" I was indeed telling the truth, but Aresio didn't seem to believe me.

"You're lying!"

Alessio stood up suddenly and glared at me, his blue eyes staring at me fiercely under the brass mask in front of him through the firelight, as if I were a fraud.

"I have no need to lie to you, Governor." I seemed very calm at this time, which was the opposite of Aresio's mentality. I knew that I didn't lie at all, and I would not give in to him threatening me because he believed I was lying. I looked straight into his eyes without avoiding him. I knew that it takes a lot of courage for people who are not honest to look at others, not to mention that most people don't have such courage. I know this, and I believe that the experienced Governor Aresio also knows it.

"Am I wrong?" Alessio looked at me for a while, and when he saw that I had no intention of backing down, he softened and began to doubt himself. "Could it be that the information I was given was wrong?"

"You don't have to believe me, Governor."

I could see a hint of uneasiness in Aresio's actions. I knew he must have internal problems. It was impossible to have so many heavily armed soldiers. But this made it seem very easy for me to convince him.

Gradually, I felt that Alessio began to doubt, or at least waver, that he would listen to me and believe me.

"If you still believe in your intelligence, Governor, I bet you haven't left here since the beginning of the Bagaudah slave attack, am I right?" I asked him this, and he sat on the table motionless.

"How did you know?" Aresio asked me in surprise.

"Then how did you know my location and get Fred to save me in the first place?" I didn't answer him directly, but asked this question. I had been patient for a long time and was confused for a long time. I just wanted to hear what Alessio would say? "Haha, oh, okay, Mr. Luca, if the situation is not urgent now, with your tone and attitude of questioning me, I swear I will cut you into pieces!" Alessio smiled and slowly stood up and came to our side. He patted my shoulders twice, leaned down and asked me in my face: "How can you be so confident, or naive to think that I can answer you casually? You have to know that here, I am the master!"

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"Because I know there is a traitor among you!" I turned my head and looked into his eyes behind the brass mask. As expected, I saw anxiety and fear in his eyes. This might be the problem he feared the most.

"So, what can you guarantee?" Alessio first looked around at the soldiers, then ignored the stench and filth and grabbed my leather armor, staring at me. "You should be able to imagine the price of deceiving me!"

"My life. The Governor of Belgian Gaul, Mr. Aresio." My attitude was very resolute. "Then what guarantee do you have?" I asked him back.

"Me? Promise what?" Alessio asked me.

"How did you know where I was going?" Alessio was obviously playing dumb, and I asked him again, gradually becoming impatient. I knew that although I had nothing, I had all the advantages.

"What if I refuse to answer?" Alessio looked at me. "If there are other conditions, it's not difficult." This is obviously a surrender. He needs me to give him a way out! "Then I want to see your face." I know this condition is a bit excessive, but I didn't think too much at the time. "I want to see what kind of face is hidden under this brass mask."

"Okay, Orius Luca." Aresio smiled and straightened up. He stretched out his left hand to pick up the oil lamp in front of us and brought it close to his face. His right hand slowly reached out to the brass mask on his face, and his five fingers tightly grasped it, almost pulling it apart.

I couldn't help but hold my breath, and stared at Aresio without blinking, along with Andrew. I was prepared for the worst, afraid that Aresio might have leprosy like the Iron-faced King in later generations, but he was willing to reveal his true face in order to keep the secret, it seemed that he had made up his mind!

The mask was slowly pulled off, and I looked at his face and couldn't help but gasp!

(End of this chapter)