Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 457: Interrogation

"What? Isn't it just a flap of wings, and it's tattered." '"I thought it would be a pair of magnificent wings, like the legendary Abyss Devil "

Belmond smiled, and the Black Devil Wings behind him gently stretched out. Regis suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively swept his legs, but he swept through the air. The person beside him looked at him in confusion. Regis stood there blankly for a moment, then looked at Belmond and said with some disbelief, "Was it you just now?"

Belmond nodded.

Everyone, including Alan, was shocked. Apart from Regis, Alan had also noticed traces of fluctuations in the Origin Energy of space, and he had speculated that Belmond was moving back and forth at a high speed. However, his speed was too fast and time was too short, so he gave off the impression of staying where he was. However, even Allen, the master of the followers, was surprised that this was confirmed by Belmond's words.

If Belmond's speed increased to this level, coupled with his already exquisite assassination skills, he would become the most terrifying assassin.

"The Black Devil Wings maximized my speed, reaction speed, and the ability of the Scepter of the Night. Just like this " Belmond raised his hand and a thick black mist wall rose from beneath his feet. The mist wall twisted and formed a giant sculpture with its wings wide open. The fog sculpture folded its wings and protected Belmond behind it. The fog rose from its body like black flames.

"The night curtain, which was originally only used for defense, has been strengthened by the Black Devil Wings to become a Dark Shadow Condor. It has the ability to defend and counterattack. If nothing unexpected happens, I will use the Black Devil Wings to increase my combat strength by one or two levels, or even more." "The Black Devil Wings are a bit of an ancestral projection. They can strengthen and change the original sealing ability. Now, even against the Awakened ones, as long as the difference in levels is not too great, I am confident that I will be able to fight."

Regis's eyes lit up when he heard this. "You're really lucky. Not only did you manage to recover your life, you also managed to obtain such a powerful ability. Being able to familiarize yourself with the Awakened ones' levels and standards in advance would be extremely beneficial to your future advancement. Good, it makes me want to become Allen's follower," he said enviously.

'"Stop talking nonsense. You can't turn Belmore into a follower. You are all my important family and companions. Your lives belong to you and you should be loyal to yourself. I have no right to tie you up with me." Alan said seriously.

And he said to Belmond, "How are you? I have a man here who is very hard-mouthed. If you are in good spirits, I want you to preside over the trial."

The black wings behind Belmond retracted and disappeared. He smiled and said, "I've been asleep for three days. My spirits are so good now."

"That's fine. Follow me." Allen said to the others, "You guys go and work as well. There are not enough men right now. Everyone, take some responsibility. Regis, go to the camp and train the soldiers for me."

Regis rolled his eyes. "Got it."

Sunset City's prison was located to the north of the city. It was near the outskirts of the city and was sparsely populated. It is easy to watch over criminals, and it will not interact with ordinary citizens, thus attracting unnecessary trouble. When Alan brought Belmond into the prison, he found that it was more spacious and brighter than he had imagined, because there weren't many prisoners in it.

The two of them went all the way to the depths of the prison, where the felons were imprisoned. Only after the jailers opened several layers of reinforced gates did the two of them pass through. There was only one person inside, a man. His entire body was tied with arm-thick chains, tied tightly to a large iron pillar that connected the ground to the ceiling. The man was the strongest golden age in his life. He looked ordinary, but his eyes were deep and vertical. Belmond knew at first glance that this was the last prisoner any interrogator would want to meet. They were like a basalt rock, and it would be difficult for you to pry a crack in them.

When the man saw Alan enter, he rolled his eyes and didn't react at all.

Alan circled around him and said, "This is the knight who attacked us with Carlo. Up until now, our Lord Knight has not said a word." But I want to dig out the secrets of their Killer Whale Harbor. For the sake of a few Naga Fishermen, they didn't have to go all out. And when he was at Pearl Harbor, the old man named Sal had also said that there were even bigger figures behind their Earl who controlled all of this. So I don't think it was a simple slave affair. Our knight should know something. "

The Bloodfang Knight opened his mouth and scolded, "This idiot Sal deserves to be killed by Young Master Carlo."

He finally said his first sentence in three days.

Alan smiled and said, "But your Young Master Carlo is also dead now."

The knight remained expressionless. He looked at Alan and said, "You will always pay the price. Earl Eric will not let go of the murderer of the young master."

"Of course, but only if he knows who killed Carol." Ellen took a few steps back and said, "The count can find me by looking for clues. But it will take some time, and I think that's enough time to prepare for the count's rage."

He said to Belmond, "I'll leave him to you to figure out what's going on."

"Leave it to me." Belmond smiled and accepted the difficult task.

The surface of Lake Portilli was dyed in the dusk sky, and the glittering lake was like a dazzling diamond that dotted the beautiful lake. Autumn had yet to arrive in the unicorn castle in the middle of the lake, but there was already a bleak autumn intent in the castle. People walking in the castle would feel a chill sweep past them from time to time.

Daniel sat in the study and waved the goblet in his hand. The amber liquid inside reflected the afterglow of the setting sun from outside the window and cast a multicolored shadow on the other wall of the study. Daniel suddenly tossed the glass out. The glass was shattered, and a strong fragrance of wine appeared in the room.

Sir Raffles' corpse had already been sent back to Dawn Castle. Hearing this news, Daniel felt that autumn had arrived. The bleak autumn intent seeped out from his soul and wrapped around him in countless strands. After Duruf, another knight among his subordinates left. Moreover, Dawn Castle had lost even more miserably and thoroughly this time. Not only had Lafus died in battle, even the army had been beaten out of formation.

After half of the casualties, only a few dozen people had escaped, and the rest had become Allen's captives. As for Oru, he brought his army back to the territory yesterday. Fortunately, he only injured his vitality. Even so, Daniel's strength was greatly reduced. He knew very well that two of the power's fulcrums had been set aside, and the remaining few were on the verge of collapse. If he didn't do anything else, it wouldn't take long for this piece of jade to fall into Ou Ban's hands.

All of this was thanks to Alan. Daniel had never hated a person as much as he did now. It was Alan, the little baron who had suddenly come out of the border, who had forced a viscount of his strength to such an extent. What was even more hateful was that Ou Ban had sent an army to restrain him, making it difficult for him to be powerful. However, none of his subordinates were Alan's opponents. This was what worried Daniel the most.

Because he discovered that he had no generals to use?

The door to the study was snapped. Daniel sighed and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The housekeeper came in through the door and bowed to Daniel. "Sir, Sir Raffles' sons want to see you."

"What are they doing here?" Daniel frowned.

The old butler replied, "I heard that Sir Raffles did not make a will when he was alive. Now that Sir Raffles has died suddenly in battle, the heirs have not been made explicitly. The gentlemen have fought bitterly for nothing, and would like to ask you to arbitrate a settlement."

"Trash!" Daniel couldn't help but curse, "Not long after Lafus died, these trash are busy fighting for power. Don't think about it, their Dawn Castle is at its most empty time. Countless people are eyeing them covetously. If they don't unite, they will fight for the inheritance right now."

"Your Excellency is right, but I thought that Dawn Castle must have a new owner. Otherwise, it would not be a good thing for you to have Sir Raffles' territory divided up."

Daniel pressed his hand on his temple and said, "Alright, I'll go see these guys."

As he walked out of the study, he added, "Go get Mr. Carrett and Miss Luca and tell them I have something to discuss with them. But remember, stagger their time and don't let them appear at the same time."

The old butler raised his eyebrows and nodded. He felt even more autumn on his body, and Daniel named the two people he wanted to see. The former was the chairman of the Viscount Adventurer Guild, while the latter was the head of the assassination gang. To see these two people, it was obvious that Daniel wanted something from them. The most likely person to get it was an assassin who could provide assassination services.

As for who these assassins were used against, the old butler didn't dare to continue guessing. He still wanted to protect his head. It was better to know less about his master.

Ark Harbor.

Ou Ban laughed happily in the study of White Castle. He had just returned from the Emerald Mountain Range when he heard that Alan had defeated Dawn Castle and forced Bauhinia back. Allen also sent a plan along with the battle report. After the matters in Sunset City were over, he would begin to take over Dawn Castle and Duruf's territory. These two knight territories were now ownerless, so when would they not occupy them?

Ou Ban naturally approved of this, and prepared some supplies and three hundred slaves for Alan, intending to order them to be sent tomorrow.

In another corner of the city, several of Ouban's subordinates also gathered. In this modest but luxuriously decorated room, the fat Sir Eni managed to push himself into a modest sofa and continued, "I have just heard that Sir Allen knocked back the alliance forces of Dawn Castle and Bauhinia. It's amazing. It gives us a big mouthful of anger."

He glanced at the other knights, only to find that they were not happy at all. "Sir Eni," said Glar, who was standing by the window, with a cold smile, "it would be good if your knowledge were as big as your stomach."

Eni's expression changed slightly, but he didn't dare to speak.

'"The more proud Sir Allen is, the harder our days will be," said one of the knights beside him. "He has done a great job, and without taking down the viscount, he will become a celebrity by Lord Orban's side as long as he can take over more than half of it. We will be given a cold shoulder, and you will be happy, Sir Enie."

Eni muttered, "There's nothing we can do about it. Could it be that we're going to the battlefield?"

No one dared to accept his words. The personal strength of the knights here was extremely limited. In fact, their titles were largely based on their contribution to the empire's tax revenues, so they could only be considered honorary knights. The army in their hands was barely able to protect their territory, let alone attack and plunder it like Ellen did.

A moment later, someone coughed dryly and said, "For the sake of our future, I feel that we must find a way to restrain Sir Allen from sitting up."

"I have an idea," said Grall, turning around, "but I do not have enough weight for myself to go with me to see the count."

Apart from Eni, the others hurriedly asked Glar what he could do. Grar lowered his voice and told them what he was thinking. When they heard this, they all clapped their hands and agreed, so they decided to meet Ou Ban tonight. Eni was originally unwilling to participate, but she could only agree to show her face because she could not slap him.

In the evening the knights came to White Castle and chatted with Earl Obain for two hours in the council-room. The next day, the supplies and slaves sent by the count to Alan formed a team. They set off from Ark Harbor and were expected to arrive at Sunset City in five days.

The one in charge of leading this group was Gral, and along with Gral, there was a cavalry of two hundred men. They were the guards of the protection team, and they also had other tasks on their shoulders.

After two full days in prison, Belmore left. The guards heaved a sigh of relief when they saw his figure disappear from the prison gate. Over the past two days, Belmond had locked himself up with the Bloodfang Knight, and from time to time, the screams and gasps of the Knight came from behind the heavy iron door. One had to know that the knight had already been tortured several times before Belmond's arrival.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he didn't even harrumph. Now that Belmond was presiding over the interrogation, he didn't know what method he had used to make such a tough man cry out miserably. Hearing the occasional shout, the gaolers looked at Belmond with a completely different expression. Their eyes looked like they were looking at a devil. Only the devil could make such a man unable to withstand torture.