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Chapter 219, Chapter 218: Beaten until kneeling and begging for mercy!

"No—don't kill me—"

She finally broke down completely, her voice trembling as she begged incoherently, "I—we really didn't do anything wrong to your companion, we just tied him up—please—please forgive my impulsiveness—"

"We're just—too worried about Master—"

As she spoke haltingly, she endured the excruciating pain in her right arm and the nauseating smell that filled her nostrils, and with her still-movable left hand, she struggled to move her body backward.

Finally, she bowed deeply, her forehead pressed tightly against the dirty, cold ground, adopting the most humiliating yet most earnest posture of begging for mercy.

This was a level of humility she had never imagined in her long life.

"Um."

Gu Yuan responded indifferently, as if he had only heard something insignificant.

He glanced at Lena casually, his eyes devoid of anger or pity, yet this was more chilling than any狰狞 expression.

"I know, and that's why you're still alive and talking to me right now."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning icy, "But living is not a reason for you to continue being arrogant."

"Now, I'll ask one last time, where is Celia?"

Lena's throat bobbed violently; cold sweat soaked the tattered back of her shirt, and the threat of death nearly suffocated her.

Revealing her master's whereabouts would be tantamount to betrayal, but not revealing them—the cold touch of that sword constantly reminded her of the consequences.

Just as her spirit was about to be completely crushed by this terrifying pressure, a loud "thump! thump-thump!"

A dull, rhythmic thud came from upstairs, breaking the deathly silence downstairs.

Gu Yuan immediately looked up, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the second floor.

Millie Aldet appeared in sight with her hands tied behind her back and her legs together, hopping and skipping in an extremely awkward and laborious manner.

Her mouth was tightly sealed with a strip of cloth, a few strands of hair were stuck to her flushed cheeks with sweat, and her clear eyes were anxiously looking downstairs, trying to make a sound.

Without any hesitation, Gu Yuan's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, he was already beside Miliald.

"Relax, I'm here."

He spoke softly, gently lifted her up in his arms, and then lightly landed her on the first floor, carefully placing her on the only sofa in the living room that was still intact.

"Ugh—ugh!"

Millie Alde shook her head vigorously, her bound wrists twisting slightly, her eyes urgently conveying the message "I'm alright."

But those expressive eyes were filled with obvious worry, glancing frequently at Lena, who was still lying on the ground, trembling.

Gu Yuan understood and immediately reached out to remove the gag from her mouth.

"Cough—cough cough—"

The sudden rush of air made her cough lightly twice. She then grabbed Gu Yuan's arm, who was about to untie her ropes, and said in a hurried but clear voice, "You've come back just in time."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her slightly panting, and looked at the disheveled figure on the ground. "Gu Yuan, could you—let them go? They didn't hurt me, they just locked me in the room—"

Gu Yuan paused slightly as he untied the rope.

He looked up at Miliald as if he had misheard, then slowly shook his head, his tone resolute: "Impossible. Since they chose to take action, this is the result."

"No physical harm doesn't mean everything is alright; psychological trauma is also a form of trauma."

He cannot tolerate anyone threatening those he cares about in any way, even if it is just a potential threat.

Millie Alde felt a warmth in her heart, and a bittersweet feeling welled up in her nose.

She knew this was Gu Yuan's way of protecting her, and it also showed how important she was to him.

But she shook her head, exhaled, and tried to keep her voice calm and convincing: "I know you mean well and are afraid that I will be hurt by them, but I really haven't suffered any irreversible trauma."

"They're just too concerned about Miss Celia, and their actions are extreme and impulsive. They're blinded by their so-called belief in saving their master, but they're not beyond redemption."

"Then I can't stand seeing you kidnapped—"

Gu Yuan interrupted her, and with a slight exertion of force, a magical rope snapped. "You can also kill them impulsively; the principle is the same."

He raised his head, his gaze deepening once more, looking directly into Miliald's eyes. "There's no need for further persuasion. She may escape death, but she won't escape punishment. This is already out of consideration for you. Crippled one of her hands; that's proof, and also a warning."

Millie Alde was stunned by what she heard. Her gaze instinctively fell on Lena's limp, bloodied right hand, and she was speechless.

When Lena heard the words "inescapable punishment" and the verdict concerning her right hand, her body trembled even more violently, like the last leaf falling in the autumn wind.

At this moment, the restraints on Miliadé's body had been completely removed.

She moved her wrists and ankles, which were marked with deep red lines and felt somewhat numb. She sensed Gu Yuan's unquestionable attitude and knew that she could not change his decision at this moment.

"So—what are your plans for the next step?"

She asked softly, a hint of worry about what would happen next in her voice.

Gu Yuan stood up, surveying the entire room from his elevated position. His clear voice reached everyone present: "Naturally, it's to make them see the gap in strength, remember the lesson, learn to be respectful, and not to provoke those who are too powerful to contend with—"

He paused, then turned to Milie Alde, his tone softening slightly, and said, "Don't worry, if I really wanted to take their lives, they would already be corpses."

"But the final decision will be made after we capture Celia and clarify the whole story."

Milie Alde breathed a soft sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing slightly.

She knew that this was the maximum amount of rationality and restraint Gu Yuan could maintain under his rage and protectiveness.

She turned to Lena, her voice as gentle as possible, yet carrying a clear and unambiguous guidance—a way of giving Lena a way out: "Miss Lena, I believe you've seen the situation."

"Revealing Miss Celie's whereabouts is the only way to ensure your survival and that of your companions, and perhaps even to receive leniency."

"For everyone's sake, and for your own, please—tell us, okay?"

Her gaze swept over her fellow elves, who were barely alive and looked like rag dolls, and the implication was clear.

If we don't speak up, our safety is uncertain; if we do speak up, there's still a glimmer of hope.

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Lena shuddered violently, her last shred of hope shattered.

She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, at Gu Yuan's cold expression, and then at Miliarde, whose tone was gentle yet whose stance was firm, standing on the same side as Gu Yuan.

My heart was immediately filled with immense humiliation, the fear of impending death, and a sense of powerlessness after being crushed by absolute power.

She bit her already bloodless lower lip, the blood that seeped out carrying a metallic taste, and a thought flashed through her mind with grief and indignation: "Two—demons—"

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