Knight and Wand

Chapter 49: To live? To die?

Seeing Leon running over with Azerien on his back from a distance, Lohak at the door scratched his head, confused.

But when Leon explained his purpose, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Do you really remember the emblem on that person!?"

At that time, Lohak was so excited that he was struggling with those mercenaries and was finally knocked unconscious. Naturally, he was unable to remember many characteristics of the guy who bought his sister.

Thinking that he might find out the whereabouts of his only relative, Lohak's breathing quickened. He quickly turned around, opened the door, and walked in with his companions.

Inside the house, a sturdy man who was tied up and stripped down to his underwear was lying on the ground with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

The prisoner opened his eyes when he heard the door open and footsteps.

Seeing the young man leading the way wearing the armor that he had been granted as a lord, Knight Mamuel's mood sank to the bottom.

The lord I served is dead, and I am afraid I won't live much longer.
Leon asked Lohak to bring a chair and carefully helped Azerien sit down.

The noble knights of Kantadar usually speak Feru, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Leon felt that it would be more efficient and accurate to let Azerien talk directly during the interrogation.

Lohak walked over and pulled up the captured knight from the ground.

Leon took out a piece of charcoal borrowed from the kitchen and drew the emblem on the buyer's jersey on the ground according to his memory.

Perhaps he really had a talent for drawing on the ground. Leon sketched the outline of the bird's wings, and it was as lifelike as he remembered.

Once his companion had finished drawing the heraldic design in front of the confused eyes of the knight captive, Azerien sat down in a chair and began to question him.

(Uriah) ". Look at the pattern on the ground, this bird family emblem, blue base, white bird, do you know which family in which area of ​​Kantardar it belongs to?"

Lohak reached out and pulled the rag out of the prisoner's mouth.

Mamuel moved his stiff mouth, then looked down at the emblem on the ground, then looked up at Azerien: "Boy, even if I knew, why would I tell you?"

"So you don't deny that you know?" Azerien continued to question directly.

Upon hearing this, Mamer simply shut his mouth, refusing to cooperate.

Although he didn't understand the conversation, seeing the other party's attitude, Lohak suddenly became angry.

Bang!
He raised his iron glove and punched hard, causing bruises on the opponent's face and blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

However, after being hit by this heavy punch, Mamer's expression did not change at all. Not only did he not even hum, but his blood-stained mouth actually smiled.

(Feru language) "You don't even have the energy to beat me, yet you're trying to interrogate me like someone else. Feel free to use whatever punishment you can think of on me, but don't be so crude. Just bring a knife."

Mamer looked at the boys with contempt and challenged them with disdain: "Pick fingers, cut off limbs, castrate, dig out eyes, cut out noses. It's up to you. I wonder if I will say a word to you."

The other party switched to Feru language for these few words, and Lohak finally understood the provocation of the knight captive.

"You think I don't dare?" Lohak said angrily.

"Please do as you wish." Mamer raised his eyebrows and said indifferently.

The Knight of Arms, who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, was not at all afraid of the cruel corporal punishment that ordinary people would shudder at.

(Uriah) "Are you looking for death?" Azerien frowned.

(Uriah) "Of course not." Mamuel snorted.

"But you guys are too amateur. Do you think I'm a wimp? If you want me to answer questions, you have to at least give me conditions that I'm willing to do so."

Azerien: "What are your conditions?"

Mamuel said simply and clearly: "Release me, of course."

Azerien had a blank expression on his face: "So you are still afraid of death?"

"No, I'm not afraid of death, but it would be best if I could survive." Mamer replied calmly.

Azerien was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, tell me which noble this emblem belongs to, and I promise to release you."

"Haha, do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? Just because you say to let me go, I'll believe you? Those untouchables wanted to tear me apart yesterday. After you answer the questions, how can you guarantee that you won't go back on your word?" Mamer laughed, not believing the young man's promise at all.

Azerien frowned: "Since you know it's impossible to let you go, why do you still put forward such conditions?"

"It doesn't matter. You are the ones seeking answers from me, not me begging for my life. It's your problem how to make me agree to speak."

Azerien thought about it and tried to lie: "Why don't we let you die in a more relaxed and pleasant way? Or let you live a more comfortable life before you die.

You know, it's just a family crest, it's not a big secret, I just need to ask more Kantardars.

Or you can spend some money and consult a senior herald officer, you can also know the answer, but it will take a little more effort."

"Then it's up to you." Mamer still refused to budge: "Since I say yes or no! It's a dead end anyway, what else can I say?"

Azerien was in a dilemma. What should he do if this man refused to listen to his words or threats?

Should we torture him directly and try the memory recovery technique?

He tugged at his partner, motioning for him to get up and go outside to discuss the matter.

The three men left the house temporarily, shutting the door, and Azerien translated the attitude of the knight's captive.

Lohak was furious. "Well, I'll go to the blacksmith shop and find a pair of pliers, crush his dick, and stuff it into his stinky mouth to see if he's really that tough!"

The boy, who was eager to save his sister, blushed and went to find the pliers with gritted teeth.

"Alas, those who are about to be punished are not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Leon reached out and held back the impulsive Lohak. Although he understood that he was worried about his relatives, he still didn't want to cut off the fastest source of information.

Being held back by his partner, Lohak had to temporarily endure his urgency, took a deep breath and asked: ".Then Leon, what methods do you have to pry open his mouth?"

Leon said shockingly: "I think it's okay to let him go."

Lohak's eyes widened. "What?"

"Of course, we are not the ones to release him." Leon continued, "After all, although this guy is annoying, he has no direct blood debt with us.

The ones who really want him dead are the surviving villagers, right? The most important thing for us now is to find out where your sister was sold to as soon as possible."

Azerien: "But were you able to convince the villagers to spare his life willingly?"

"There's no need for outsiders like us to persuade him. Let the knight persuade the villagers himself. He will definitely be willing to pay for his life." Leon explained.

"Oh - you mean, let him negotiate the ransom with the villagers himself?"

Azerien understood now.

Reality is actually very cruel.

Especially for these poor villagers.

Instead of exchanging lives for lives, if the knight's captive can offer a ransom that satisfies the survivors, the villagers will choose between "avenge their fellow villagers" and "getting huge compensation".

Moreover, according to the information Lockhak heard from Olivia, the captured knight was knocked down by the girl at the beginning of the invasion, and had been lying in bed due to a leg injury, and did not participate in the subsequent massacre at all. It is not even known whether the surviving villagers can find someone with a direct blood feud with him.

Leon: “Let’s go talk to Olivia and let the villagers decide whether this man lives or dies. We three outsiders won’t interfere.

This way, the guy will believe our promise. After all, if we regret killing him later, the villagers will not get the promised ransom. "

After discussing the explanation, the three of them returned to the cell.

When Azerien informed Knight Nakantadar of the conditions offered, the other party's attitude finally softened.

Just like Azerien said before, it was just a matter of identifying a family crest. Even if he didn't get the answer from him, he could still learn from other Kantadar nobles.

It's just the difference between knowing it now and knowing it a long time later.

The three of them were very anxious. After all, the longer it took to find out where Sister Lohak was, the slimmer the hope that she was still alive.

But Mamer had no idea that the three men were in a hurry, nor did he know the relationship between them. The captured knights only thought that the family with the emblem had a blood feud with the three young men.

If he could really exchange his life for such a piece of news, he would naturally be willing to speak up.

"Hurry up and ask someone to discuss the ransom. After the deal is settled, I will tell you which family this emblem belongs to." Mamer agreed immediately.

After leaving the cell, Leon quickly went to find Olivia. At the moment, she was the only person in charge of Selva village besides the old blacksmith.

When I saw the blonde girl again, she was organizing people to clean up the mess in the village.

After Leon told her that the prisoner wanted to use ransom in exchange for his life, Olivia hesitated and did not make a promise immediately.

She had to gather the surviving villagers and seek common opinion from everyone.

Soon, except for the bedridden old blacksmith, all the surviving women and children were gathered in front of the cell.

When Lohak pushed the captured knight out of the house, Leon saw how excited the villagers were who had lost their loved ones and friends.

However, as fierce as this rage was, the silence of the survivors was ironic when the knight made his offer.

One thousand gold coins.

It's not the Kantadar gold coin, but the golden crown of Orland.

There are only sixty-three households in the whole of Seval. Even if it is divided equally, every household present or absent can get a share of the assets that an ordinary young and strong farmer can save for twenty or thirty years by living frugally.

In the face of survival and wealth, anger melts faster than snow in spring.
Azerien and Lohak witnessed the emotional changes that were like a black comedy before their eyes, and their hearts were filled with complexities that were difficult to express in words.

It's like a cruel social experiment.

In the end, the only ones who still couldn't let go of their hatred were the youngest children.

It's because they have not yet experienced on their own how painful it is to struggle to survive in this world.

"Even if you give me a mountain of gold, I will not let go of the enemy who harmed my family." Lohak muttered in his heart.

Even though he would now be able to find out his sister's whereabouts as soon as possible, he still felt inexplicably blocked.

Should he blame the villagers for giving up revenge because of money?

The boy was not a carnivore who was detached from the world. He knew very well that most people in front of him had simply succumbed to the need to survive.

In the prison house.
"The white bird pattern represents the Falcon family of Western Port. However, you have also drawn grids here, so this emblem should belong to a lower-ranking knight who is loyal to the Falcon family." Mamuel replied.

(End of this chapter)