Chapter 27 Interrogation

  (Second update. Still owe one more double update for tomorrow.)

  In the time that followed, Moss said a lot of things.

  The Wolf Mercenary Corps was renowned for its ferocity, and naturally wouldn't produce any weaklings. So in this process, Mos fully demonstrated the quality of a tough guy, while also allowing Johnny to fully practice various torture methods he had heard about - surprisingly, they really worked. Odara and the clerk looked at Johnny with very strange eyes, unable to understand why a young man who seemed harmless would know so many ways to torment people. Odara's eyes also held a layer of concern.

  "You and our boss are really alike." Mosley gasped out his final words.

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  First of all, it was the employer. A man named Count Lycius hired the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group. Both Odara and the clerk had a rather deep impression of this name.

  "Is that old guy?"

  "No, it's a young person."

  Lord Raissez passed away a year ago, and his only son inherited the title. As for why the House of Raissez bears such deep resentment towards Darius, according to Odara, it was because twenty years ago, the miserable wretch who led the army in an invasion but suffered a crushing defeat and could not return was surnamed Raissez. The clerk understood this better than Odara and explained it to both of them.

  It's clear now what happened before.

  According to Moss, the Earl of Raizis paid a large sum of money, more than usual, for them to go to Tabriz and cause chaos before the official battle. The commander did not refuse such a big business and sent his own son, whom he called "the old one", to take charge of the matter.

  "Whose idea was it to rob and kill the merchant caravan?"

  "It was the earl's idea, and it was also the earl's idea to go into town and kill people later."

  Then it was a bloody storm, one after another.

  "Do you usually stay near Tabriz?" Johnny asked.

  This can't be said casually, selling out a comrade... So Moss tightly closed his mouth, indicating non-violent non-cooperation.

  Non-violent non-cooperation, then only resort to violence. Repeated inquiries yielded nothing, so Jonyi gave up asking. He came to Odara's side and asked with a bow: "Sir, what does Lord Gandowa think about bloodshed?"

  Audrey looked at Joanie with concern, shaking her head: "It won't be rejected, those young men who came down from the battlefield are all bloody and bruised. Gando himself has also seen blood. If you're referring to your punishment... although you've experienced a lot, if we really talk about professionalism, you still can't compare to the Sun God Church's heresy trial. Of course, I haven't seen it myself, this is just what Gando occasionally mentions."

  "Can't we invite him here once? I'm afraid my next move might be a bit heavy-handed."

  "Alright."

  Gandova, dressed in a pastor's long gown, entered the dimly lit interrogation room. Johnny bowed his head to him and then told him his plan. Gandova stared at Johnny with a complex expression, but finally nodded - after all, he was also a member of the Earl's private guard.

  Joni is going to use an ancient method of execution. He doesn't know if it exists in this world, but in the previous life's Divine State, this art of killing has been passed down through generations. It is said that the most skilled executioner can last for three days and three nights, cutting 3,600 knives on the feet, while the offender still hasn't died.

  Not bad, it's Ling Chi.

  Joni first explained the operation process to Moss, although Moss's face turned pale, but he still didn't speak up. Shrugging his shoulders, Joni started working.

  Amidst the screams and bloodshed, it started with his left hand. As the saying goes, "the ten fingers are connected to the heart." Thinking that this person was also a participant in the bloody case of the artisan district, Johnny's sympathy and pity vanished into thin air, and he no longer regarded him as human. Holding down Morse's left index finger, Johnny carefully cut it off with an expression of seriousness and concentration, just like sharpening a pencil.

  "I'm telling you, I'm telling you, ah!! Stop cutting, I'm telling you!"

  Joni remained unmoved, as if carving the most exquisite craft in the world. He was fully focused and carefully scraped off all the flesh from Mos's left index finger, first and second joints. The sound of the knife scraping against the bone made one's teeth ache. Odara sat beside him with a complex expression. He felt that he could no longer see through this attendant and disciple, nor did he know what kind of person he would become in the future.

  He removed the two finger bones that were no longer connected by flesh and blood, and Jony opened his maimed hand, respectfully asking Gandawa to treat him. Gandawa shook his head, stepped forward and cast a healing spell for minor wounds, barely stopping the continuous flow of fresh blood.

  "Mr. Moss, what were you going to say? You can say it now." Johnny squeezed Mr. Moss's finger bones and waved them back and forth in front of him.

  The action squad of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps usually lurked in the forest, not too far from the exit of the underground tunnel. Originally there were fifteen people, two were lost during the first operation in the city, plus himself, now there are twelve people left.

  "It's no use for you to look for me now. At noon, someone will come to take over my shift and when they find I'm not here, they'll definitely go back and report."

  Jony smiled: "Don't worry about this, we've already arranged for someone to guard the entrance. Your friend won't be able to come back." But no one coming back is also a signal. I don't know if it's still in time.

  Audra stood up and went out to arrange military affairs.

  Jony continued to ask: "Tell me about your boss."

  The youth known as the Old Man is sixteen years old, and will be seventeen in a few months. His name is Einig Wolf. His father's real name is Flame Wolf, but no one calls him that. It is said that Einig was clever from an early age and trained diligently in martial arts. At twelve years old he first took the battlefield, cutting down four enemy soldiers, earning some fame as a worthy son of his father.

  But what made him be called Lao Da was a task when he was fourteen years old.

  Fourteen is the age of flowers. At this wonderful age, some people go to open high schools, some people go to resist apostles, and Aini Ge is performing a very ordinary reconnaissance mission.

  He returned with intelligence, leaving behind three non-humanoid corpses.

  At that time, no one knew. When the Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps entered the target point, they found those few bodies that were obviously not formed naturally, and suddenly everyone was stunned. Although there were many ruthless villains within the Wild Wolves who could kill without blinking an eye, killing and brutal murder were two completely different concepts. Even if there were some individuals with unhealthy minds, it would only be cutting off limbs to play around. Who had ever seen such a fine method?

  "You are just like our boss." Moss said this to Joanie at that time.

  Gandawa and Na Shuiren looked at Johnny's eyes with an even stranger gaze, while Johnny's face was also somewhat unnatural.

  "Go on, don't say anything useless," he commanded.

  The notorious name can stop the crying of children at night, and the notorious name can also attract hot-blooded young people. Many young people who have recently joined the mercenary group are impressed by Aini's devilish deeds. Aini has many ideas, and with the team leader being his father, he quickly became the team's military advisor. With the help of some of his strategies, the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group developed rapidly over the past two years, becoming a powerful military mercenary group. He himself also had the style of a future team leader.

  Ainur's favorite thing to use is a dagger, and his favorite thing to do is cut people's throats.

  "I once killed someone with Lao Da, at that time he used a knife to cut the other person's throat in one go, looking at the splashing blood, seemingly very intoxicated, and then told me that this kind of life's final burst is the most beautiful scene in the world. He could feel the vitality filling the entire world in that moment, and quickly disappearing. I didn't quite understand, probably Lao Da was still an artist after all." Moss seemed to have a lot of admiration for his Lao Da.

  But Johnny had heard something that interested him.

  "Are you saying your boss likes cutting people's throats?" Johnny asked.

  Yes.

  "What about the other fourteen people who came with you this time?"

  "Those who come are wanderers, and the training we receive is to stab from behind, too much noise when cutting the throat."

  Jony listened and lowered his head, clenching his fists.

  Einig! Wild Wolf!

  He let out a low growl like an injured beast and punched Mos in the face.

  After punching, he calmed down and took a few deep breaths. Composing himself, he turned to the clerk and Gandawa and said: "That's it, all the questions have been asked, now let's lock him up in the dungeon?"

  Gandova nodded. After Johnny ordered the prison guard to take Mos away, he bid farewell and left the dungeon. The clerk also retired with his notebook, leaving Johnny alone in the interrogation room in a daze.

  Einig. Wild Wolf, his arch-nemesis and a very formidable one.