My name is Ren

Chapter 468 90.00% of Nine of the Prisoners Wanted to Be a National Hero
The so-called price is nothing more than measuring the value of another commodity with a commodity that everyone can accept.

Currency itself is a commodity. The human world has always been in the way of bartering, but they think they have got rid of the original way of trading.

The little girl asked a very high price, and she used her own values ​​to measure the price she offered-the title of knighthood.

She wanted the title of earl, at least she thought that the president of this chamber of commerce would definitely not be able to meet her request, so the deal would naturally be canceled because one party couldn't afford it.

Half of her ideas and plans were successful, and the reason why she said it was half was because the title was indeed something that was difficult to measure simply by "price".But she failed after all, because the other party gritted his teeth and decided to meet her request.As for whether she was the earl of the Orlando Empire or the Byron Empire, the little girl did not have a precise request, which was enough for Okun to find a way to pay.

Earl of the Byron Empire!
If Ren's death can be exchanged for an earl title, this deal is obviously a good deal.

The little girl glanced at Oken in disbelief, bit her lip and nodded vigorously, "You should know what kind of people we are. If we complete the task but you can't fulfill it, you will understand that death is a relief ", she choked Oken in a slightly threatening tone, "Playing with the spokesperson of the dead is like dancing on the tip of a knife, you can't bear the consequences!"

"The title, the title of earl, I understand, and I don't intend to renege on the debt." Once Ren was killed, the entire province of Bell would be in chaos. As long as the Byron Empire was successfully entered, let alone a title of earl, it was considered a marquis. As for titles, His Majesty the Emperor is probably willing to give out a few.Compared with the vain titles that are not worth much, the territory that is actually acquired is the most important.

The girl glared at him, and reluctantly uttered a sentence, "I want to verify your information, if you have the ability to pay, we will soon arrange someone to carry out the task."

You can’t say that Okun can afford the price you asked, so I will definitely afford it. This also requires a verification process.The general transaction process is like this, the customer places an order, the full-time staff of the black priest is responsible for asking the price, and then examines the customer's payment qualification, and finally completes the order.For many years, the black priests have been playing with the routines of the assassin killer organization, and have already formed a very professional process.

As for how to pay for this title, the black priests also have their own way, they just need to let the little killers in the organization recognize a father, and then inherit the title.

The girl came suddenly and left quickly. Oken looked at the empty room and soon fell into deep thought.

On the other side, Piev took a sharp breath, and the nasal sound he made while inhaling was enough to prove his panic at this time.Drops of water dripped from his hair in a continuous line, his eyes widened, the whites of which were covered with blood, and he looked at the surrounding scenery in horror.When a person is in a coma and is splashed with cold water on the face, it will form a feeling of suffocation when drowning. Some people who have a strong reaction to this phenomenon will feel this way even if they are splashed with cold water when they are awake.

This is a very ordinary execution room, nothing special.There are a few soldering irons in the brazier in the corner, and the occasional sparks make the skin tight.All kinds of dark red daggers and utensils hung on the wall were neatly arranged and cleaned very cleanly, which showed that the executioner of this execution room was a guy with a personality disorder - obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He looked up at the zenith, the color in the cracks of the bricks was very deep, it should be the dry dark red that remained in the cracks after the blood splashed up.He withdrew his gaze, glanced at a table beside him, and the neatly placed execution instruments on the table, he was more sure about the guess in his heart.At this moment, there was the sound of walking outside the door, and Piev's eyes immediately shifted to the door.

A thin and big boy came in staggeringly carrying a wooden bucket full of water. He looked up at Piev and put the bucket on the edge of the table.The boy was very thin, and although the clothes he wore were very clean and tidy, they were not expensive, and many places were so starched that they were about to rot.Piev noticed a detail, the boy was barefoot, which meant that the boy's family was very difficult.In a poor family there are two most precious things, the first is shoes and the second is clothes.

It seems that for the poor, shoes are the only thing they can maintain their dignity, not even clothes.The boy didn't wear shoes, not necessarily because he couldn't afford them, but probably because he was afraid of wearing them out.Perhaps his shoes themselves were dying, so he wore as few shoes as possible and was barefoot most of the time.

The boy was supposed to be a hired servant, cleaning up or something.

For his observation and reasoning ability, Piev still has a certain degree of confidence. He swallowed dryly, his throat was burning and sore, "Young man, can you give me some water? I'm dying of thirst!"

The young man was startled, hesitantly picked up a small bowl from the table, scooped up a bowl of cold water and brought it to Piev's mouth.The latter greedily bit the rim of the bowl, raised his head and put all the water into his mouth.A strange look flashed in his eyes. This young man didn't seem to be difficult to communicate with, but he was very "obedient".

After drinking the water, Piev thanked him. He knew very well what affirming a poor child and giving him the corresponding dignity meant to the child.

Sure enough, the big boy trembled slightly, and raised his head to look at Piev for the first time. His pale cheeks showed a blue-gray color, which is only found in the extremely weak and dying and dead people.His eyes didn't have much energy either, they were gray, as if a layer of fog had blocked his windows from seeing the world.

After just one glance, the boy lowered his head and walked towards the wall. Piev couldn't help being stunned. Is it really okay not to follow the script?At this time, shouldn't the boy ask a dialogue like "Why are you locked up here"?Then he can continue to act along the lines of "I was wronged and persecuted".

How can you be so messy?
Piev licked his dry lips that had just been moistened with water, moved his eyeballs, and asked, "Where is this place?"

The boy replied without looking back, "This is the dungeon of Ortrenburg."

"How could I be locked up here? I remember that I seemed to faint..." His face also showed confusion very cooperatively, just like an innocent person.

The big boy walked to the edge of the wall, turned around and looked at Piev, "Who knows, everyone imprisoned here says they are innocent and that they don't know why they are here."

The words in Piev's throat had to be swallowed. This boy couldn't chat at all. He just prepared a new script when the boy raised his finger and pointed to the torture tools on the wall and asked, "Which one do you like?"

Piev froze again, "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

The boy took down a cracked snake-shaped sword and weighed it in his hand, "I mean, which torture tool do you like?" At this moment, the boy's temperament changed drastically. He became confident, lifted his chin slightly, raised the snake-shaped sword in his hand and said: "This is one of the most commonly used torture tools during the Holy Empire, and the specific forging method has been a secret for a long time. Later After being cracked, various prisons and dungeons began to be used on a large scale."

"It is said that they used a kind of metal called brittle steel, which turned into molten iron at high temperature and poured it into the mold. After cooling down for a while, it was directly thrown into the ice bucket. Cracks are like sawtooth. This snake-shaped sword has a nice name called the pattern of life. Some people think that this kind of crack is like the pattern of leaves, a pattern of life."

"Only one out of thirty or so swords can succeed, and the cost is very high. My teacher bought this sword for twelve gold coins."

When he walked up to Piev with the strange snake-shaped sword, Piev realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.

This young man may be the executioner of this execution room!
A creepy feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, his eyelids twitched, he closed his mouth and became silent.

The boy didn't care at all and used the snake-shaped sword to remove the clothes and pants on Piev's body, leaving only one pair of underpants for him.The snake-shaped sword gradually moved back and forth along Piev's limbs with a unique scratching feeling, and finally stopped on his shoulder socket.

"This kind of snake-shaped sword does not hurt when it is inserted into the human body, but when it is pulled out, it will cause unbearable pain. Every crack will tear a strand of muscle from your body and tear you apart. blood vessels. Last time I did an experiment, inserted it in, pulled it out, and there was a full one or two pieces of minced meat from the sword."

Piev felt for the first time, what is fear, what is fear.

His bladder contracted violently, and the desire to urinate rushed straight to the top of his head, almost bursting out!
"What do you want to know?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders. He also learned this action from his teacher. He shook his head slightly, "I'm not sure what I want to know. I think the problem between us now is what you want to explain!"

Piev felt like he was a dog. The boy who had feelings for him, and Renn behind the boy, didn't even know if there was anything wrong with him, so they caught him first and then talked about it, right?

But, they not only successfully caught him, but also caught the right person.

Piev was hesitating whether he should tell everything honestly.

　 Today is just one chapter, I feel a little uncomfortable these days, I can't resist anymore
　　
　
(End of this chapter)