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Outside the cave, Batel chewed on a bowl of beef without tasting it, his eyes fixed on the cave entrance.

At this moment, Pulsey came out with Norn, looking coldly at the three of them, including Battelle.

"Lord Pu, would you like some stewed beef? I bought it this morning," Batel asked with a smile.

"Hmph, I don't eat beef!"

After speaking, Pullshi raised his hand, and a gust of wind quickly condensed in the emerald green magic circle on his hand.

Norn, who was standing behind him, was not idle either. A silver-white magic circle appeared in his hand, ready to stun Pulsey.

"What are you doing?! Don't joke around!" Batel panicked and looked pleadingly at Norn behind Pulsey.

Norn wasn't in a hurry to use his powers; he wanted to wait until Pulsey killed Bartel and the others before making his move.

Do you really think I'd help you?

Changing the subject abruptly, Pulsey turned around instantly, her right hand, which held the magic circle, facing Norn.

puff! ! !

A powerful hurricane shot out from Pulsey's palm, heading straight for Norn's face.

"Ouch!" Norn was shoved away violently, the powerful wind pressing him firmly against the wall, disturbing the air in the entire cave and causing the torch to flicker.

The gale subsided, and Norn leaned against the corner of the wall, looking at Pullshi with a puzzled expression:

"What are you doing? Didn't we have an agreement?"

"I'm sorry, your plan is too risky. Although the Demi-human Federation does not believe in Bimissa and does not hate black magicians, I have killed several Demi-human soldiers after all. If you sell me out in Miguang City, I will be in trouble."

After speaking, the magic circle in Pulsey's hand turned earthy yellow, and several rock spikes protruded from the stone wall, intertwining and binding Norn.

"What's going on? Lord Pullshi, why are you locking up Lord Norn?" Bartel asked as he caught up.

So Pulsey recounted how Norn had bribed him, and then pulled out one of his daggers and handed it to Bartel.

"He has been kind to me, so I cannot punish him myself. You can decide how to deal with him."

Bartel's hand gripping the dagger trembled as he stared at Norn in disbelief.

"Lord Norn, is what he said true? Are you really planning to betray me?"

Norn, exhausted from struggling, could only slump against the stone wall, cursing at Batel:

"Is there anything fake?! Do you know how much I hate you?! I have so much money, and because of you, it's all gone! If it weren't for you, I'd still be in a brothel in Miguang City, surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women, enjoying myself!"

Instead of eating this meager beef with you bunch of penniless bastards in a dark cave! You're the ones who made me so pathetic! If you have any conscience at all, just give me a quick death!

Batel's mouth remained open for a long time, the disbelief in his eyes gradually replaced by anger, and his jaw clenched.

"I still remember the night you gave me the healing potion. My sons and I were being chased by the demi-humans. It was you who came to our aid and fought alongside us."

From that moment on, I remembered your kindness and thought I would repay you in the future. I never imagined you would be this kind of person.

Batel's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'm going to cut your flesh off piece by piece until you no longer have the strength to scream before ending your life!"

"Damn it! You heartless bastard, come on if you dare!" Norn spat at Batel, but the force was too weak and the spittle landed on his own pants.

Pullshi watched the scene with great interest and moved closer to see Norn suffering up close.

Bartel removed Norn's feet, lifted his trouser leg, and pressed the gleaming blade against his calf. A terrifying chill shot straight to Norn's head, making him shudder involuntarily.

"No, no, no, pry off his toenails first, then pry off his fingernails."

Pullshi watched gleefully as he made his move, and Bartel nodded, slowly inserting the tip of his knife into Norn's big toe.

"Yes, yes, thrust it in hard, then pry it open!"

Pullshi urged excitedly, but Batel did not take the next step.

"What are you doing? Do it now!"

When Pullshi turned his head, he saw Batel tilting his head and looking at him.

"Look at you... oh my god!"

A white lightning bolt shot out from Batel's left hand, shocking Pulsi so much that his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground convulsing.

Batel threw down the dagger, stood up, and watched as Pullshi on the ground thrashed around a few times before passing out.

The two sons behind him looked at their father in surprise; they had never known that Batel could use magic.

At this moment, Batel was stunned. Seeing the Pulsey on the ground emitting black smoke, he excitedly said to Norn:

"Good heavens, Lord Norn, our plan has succeeded!"

Norn awoke from his coma after transferring his brain to Bartel, who then used lightning magic on him.

"Quickly, untie me!" Norn said.

Bartel then urged his two sons to bring wooden sticks and hammers, and they smashed the rock spikes binding Norn away one by one.

Norn stretched his joints and praised Battel, "Your acting just now really scared me. I thought you were really going to kill me."

"Not at all, how could I dare to be angry with Lord Norn? You are our great benefactor who saved our family. But what if Pulshi really did lay a hand on us just now?"

"Didn't you see the magic circle in my hand? I was planning to ambush him."

"Indeed, Lord Norn is very thoughtful. Quickly, bring Lord Norn some wine."

Just as Batel instructed his eldest son to fetch the wine, Norn stopped him, saying, "No rush, let's find something to subdue Pulshi first, otherwise it will be troublesome if he wakes up."

"Then why not just kill him?"

"I need to keep it. Don't ask anymore, go get the things."

After listening, Batel didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and brought over the shackles used to imprison the demi-human girls and some pieces of cloth.

The two sons bound Pulsey's hands and feet, and Norn cut the cloth into strips and used them to tie his eyes, gag his mouth and ears.

"Now everything is foolproof, Lord Norn, let's have a drink," Bartel invited, raising his glass.

Norn's lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly turned around and stared intently at Batel.

"What are you looking at me for? Go drink..."

The smile on Batel's face gradually faded, replaced by terror.

"I'm sorry, Batel, your anger towards me was an act, but the words I just said to you truly came from the bottom of my heart. You slave trader, die!"

With a serious expression, Batel placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword. "What a pity. I thought we could become close friends. Get him!"

The two sons suddenly drew their longswords and charged at Norn with shouts.