Chapter 112: Harvey Doesn’t Dare to Move
The town was full of goblins, especially groups of young goblins frolicking around, which reminded Bella involuntarily of her former tribe. She couldn’t help but lighten her hooves, afraid that if she raised them too high, she might trample one or two to death, which would make things awkward.
Then Owen took her to the Witch School, where they happened to meet Ai Mi Er settling in the newly arrived little witches.
“It’s you?! Respected lady, thank you for giving me the power to change my destiny.” Bella immediately recognized Ai Mi Er’s identity due to her distinctive physique, so she raised her hoof slightly and bowed respectfully.
“You’ve also paid a sufficient price, haven’t you?” Ai Mi Er didn’t think there was anything to be grateful for. If they had a choice, no one would take this path. Did they really think the power of the Demon Egg was so easy to obtain? This was just the beginning, later…
No!
Ai Mi Er glanced down at her son-in-law, her expression unreadable. With a woman’s intuition, she knew Owen had taken an interest in Bella. Although the model didn’t match, men, huh~
Although she had guessed it, Ai Mi Er didn’t plan to interfere. Instead, she decided to help. As for the price Bella would have to pay in the future, with this mysterious son-in-law helping, she didn’t need to worry. It was better to go back and teach her silly daughter a few more tricks, lest she couldn’t even compete with half a horse for favor.
Then Owen remembered that Ai Mi Er had a house in Green Shade Town. Because of its unique size, the two-story house looked like a small castle, where Bella could stay for a while.
Ai Mi Er didn’t refuse. She took Bella to the bathhouse. It was just unclear if the bathhouse could accommodate these two.
After settling Bella in Green Shade Town and leaving her in Ai Mi Er’s care, Owen returned to the castle. Maya was waiting for him. He then remembered that there was still a prisoner who needed to be interrogated.
“The person is locked in the dungeon?” After listening to Maya’s words, Owen’s expression was a bit strange because he seemed to have added a lot of things to the dungeon, many of which were out of his mischievous nature, also to enhance the dungeon’s terrifying atmosphere.
But if you add ninjas and witch hunters, this is not an atmosphere enhancement, but an internship exercise.
While Owen was flirting with girls, Howard brought the tightly bound Harvey.
Maya, who was in charge of taking over, sensed a slightly familiar aura from Harvey, so she didn’t approach. Instead, she raised her head, her face cold, and extended a finger, gently pointing it at Harvey.
In the next moment, four ninjas emerged from the shadows. Eight hands shot out like lightning, instantly controlling all of Harvey’s joints.
Harvey was completely numb. He considered himself to have undergone rigorous training. Under normal circumstances, even if he was caught, he would use his superb acting skills to deceive the other party and then use his agile skills to escape and counter-kill, but now… he fell silent.
Damn it!
How could there be professional assassins in this damn Northland, and judging from their aura, they were also freaking deathsworn!
Harvey really didn’t dare to move. He knew the terror of these true deathsworn.
It’s not just being fearless that makes one a deathsworn. True deathsworn are all extremely skilled assassins. Coupled with their death-defying beliefs, each one can accomplish impossible assassination missions.
Facing such a level of opponent, even against one, he wouldn’t dare to say he could win, let alone four.
Even more terrifying was that he seemed to be locked on by several killing intents coming from the darkness. Obviously, there were more deathsworn hidden in the dark. This was a warning to him.
With no other choice, Harvey was escorted to the basement by the ninjas. Only then did he realize how naive he had been just now, because the real terror was here.
Sometimes, when Owen was bored in the underground dungeon chamber or lacked inspiration, he would wander around the dungeon to clear his head. Occasionally, when he had a brain fart, he would decorate the place and leave behind some “works”.
The expanded dungeon was divided into several levels. There were ordinary iron-barred large rooms, punishing murky water dungeons, luxurious steel single rooms, and special model prisons.
Ordinary prisoners were held in the iron-barred large rooms, the water dungeons were used to punish disobedient prisoners, the luxury rooms were used to hold masters with Battle Qi, and the special model prisons were different and very targeted. For example, there were sealed crystal boxes for holding slime-type creatures, magic-sealing suits for holding magic-using professions, and metal skeletons for holding escape artists.
Harvey was honored to enjoy the special treatment that Ai Mi Er had enjoyed before. A creature like a metal centipede attached itself to his spine, spreading along his neck and limbs layer by layer, locking all his joints and making him unable to move a finger.
This buckle-like structure was not rigid but elastic, so common escape techniques like dislocating joints, shrinking bones, and muscle wriggling were useless.
If it were just these, Harvey wouldn’t be panicking. The main thing was, were there too many types and quantities of torture devices in front of him? And weren’t the wooden horse and the wooden donkey a bit too “frivolous”? Why were they being oiled?!
Harvey was not a rookie. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had guessed the use of these things. Thinking about these things being used on him, he couldn’t help but shudder, feeling an urge to break down.
As long as he broke down, he could blurt out everything regardless of the consequences. But thinking about the organization’s methods for dealing with traitors, Harvey fell into a dilemma again because he wasn’t sure whether the organization’s methods were more severe than the torture he was facing now.
At this time, Harvey heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps. He immediately perked up and hurriedly adjusted his expression, putting on a panicked look of “I want to confess.”
Although he had fallen into a situation where he was at the mercy of others, it didn’t prevent Harvey from struggling. What if he could turn the tables?
More than ten witch hunters walked in, holding bottles and jars as if they were models showcasing antiques at an auction. But when Harvey saw what was in those bottles and jars, his face turned pale, his legs went weak, and his crotch felt a bit damp.
“Check the materials carefully. Don’t forget to take anything later,” the witch hunter in the lead said to the others.
“Ghoul brain fluid, water ghost tongue, banshee bone ash, eight-eyed spider venom sac, toad back sores, rat saliva, bat droppings, the main materials are all here. There are many auxiliary materials.”
Every word of the witch hunter in charge of the inventory hit Harvey like a hammer. What made him even more desperate was that the other party wasn’t deliberately putting on a show to intimidate him. These female warriors, wearing tight leather clothes that were full of temptation, were all freaking witches!
What was even more despairing than falling into the hands of a witch was falling into the hands of a group of witches. Because although witches might not be good at direct combat, their various strange methods could make one’s hair stand on end. Not to mention the magic potions with various effects, just the various curses and transformations could make a tough guy who wouldn’t even flinch when facing blades and axes burst into tears.
This wasn’t Harvey scaring himself. He had personally witnessed the perverse methods of a witch who was driven by love and hate, which had given him nightmares for more than half a month.
Who would have thought that the most popular courtesan in a certain town’s red-light tavern was actually a man cursed and transformed by a witch, and his/her pet rat was actually his/her beloved woman?
It was a story of love turned to hate, of a change of heart, but the strangeness of the witch’s methods still left a deep impression on Harvey, one that he would never forget for the rest of his life. He would never forget the man’s expression after the curse was lifted, nor the expressions of all the men in the tavern, which were like they had eaten shit.
From that time on, Harvey swore never to provoke any witch.
But tragically, he seemed to have fallen into the hands of a group of witches and become a test subject.
