“Ow…”
Caster almost jumped up from the floor. However, before he could even close his mouth, he was bundled up by a rope and tied to a pole in the corner.
The pain in his crotch made him suck in cold air, and his mind went blank.
Mag, who was standing at the side, put his legs together instinctively. He was suddenly glad that Camilla hadn’t woken him up with this method in the past. Otherwise, the story would have gone in the other direction.
“Tell me. How do you want to die?” Camilla coldly said. She took a set of whip and candles out of nowhere, and then snapped the whip across Caster’s face, leaving a deep bloody mark.
Caster was totally awakened by the whip. Although the pain in his crotch was unbearable, he still tried his best to close his legs together and look at Camilla. With a panicked expression, he said, “Countess Bartoli, this has to be a misunderstanding—”
Smack!
Camilla didn’t waste her breath as she whipped him again.
Caster clenched his teeth tightly together from the whipping because the whip was filled with spikes. Flesh was removed by it, and the pain was unbearable.
Connie came forward with tightly clenched fists, and asked Caster, “You came to look for me, right?”
“May I know who you are, Young Mistress? We may have some misunderstanding…” Caster told Connie, trying his best to smile despite the pain. He was very afraid, trying his best to think for a way out. He didn’t expect he would fail and get caught today.
“Liar. You are Gary’s lackey without a doubt. I saw you standing next to Gary on a Falk Tribe’s banquet! You guys murdered my father and mother, and my family members!” Connie smashed her fist into Caster’s chin, sending a few of his teeth flying.
“Cough, cough…” Caster spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and innocently said to Connie, “I think you got the wrong person. I don’t know you, nor any Gary. I am just a normal merchant… Please let me go. I still have parents and children to support…”
“You…” Connie looked at Caster with a hint of hesitation on her face. Could she have made a mistake?
“Caster, also known as ‘Vulture’, from Donsner Town in the Roth Empire. He escaped from the empire in his early years because he killed his wife while he was drunk. Then, he began to wander around the continent, and became an information broker. He set up an enormous information network that covered every part of every species, and gained immense profits through selling information and intelligence. The ‘Vulture’ is very mysterious. Very few people know what he actually looks like. According to rumors, he even altered his looks several times, so he already looks vastly different from his early years.” Mag smiled at Caster. “How many layers of skin do you have under this layer?”
Caster stared at Mag as his face began to twitch slightly. There was also fear in his eyes. This fellow was indeed not a simple chef and restaurateur as he had guessed. But looking at the situation now, he might never have the chance to find out his real identity.
Mag saw Caster acknowledge his words, and smilingly continued, “If you tell us how you helped Gary plot the rebellion and kill the chief of the Falk Tribe honestly, I can grant you a clean and quick death.”
“Since I am still going to die, why am I wasting my breath with you? Did a donkey kick you in the head?” Caster smirked at Mag. “Are you trying to help her get the chief’s position back? Ha, let me tell you this, you’re never going to succeed. Gary already has full control of the Falk Tribe. How are you going to fight with him?”
Smack!
Camilla’s whip landed on him again, and tore a strip of flesh off along with a piece of his clothes.
“Aaah…”
Caster was already shaking in pain. Interrogating was one of his fortes. It was just that he had never expected he would also be tied up and the whip with spikes would land on his body one day.
“Don’t waste your breath, or else I am going to kill you slowly with my whip. Based on this efficiency, I would need at least 1001 strikes before I can tear all the flesh off from you. However, you should be still conscious then, and you can’t die even if you want to. I will use healing potions to heal your injuries and repeat everything again.” Camilla smiled at Caster with an enthusiastic glow in his eyes.
“You… You cannot do that to me…” Caster broke down instantly. He struggled to move, but it only earned him two more strikes with the whip.
The intense pain came from his wounds. Caster swayed left and right, but he wasn’t able to loosen the ropes on his body.
“I’ll tell… I’ll tell you everything…” Caster cried when he saw Camilla lifted the whip up again.
Smack!
The whip still landed on Caster, and left a bloody mark on his thigh.
“Excuse me, I didn’t realize you are so useless. You can’t even endure for three seconds.” Camilla wasn’t apologetic at all. She still held the whip, and didn’t have the slightest intention to keep it away.
Caster was in immense pain, but he dared not utter an angry word. His gaze landed on Connie. “Yes. I helped Gary plan the rebellion and kill the chief, his wife, and all the orcs who supported him. I supplied Gary with all information on them, which allowed him to kill all the orcs who could alter the outcome of this rebellion with the most efficient method in the shortest time.
“And you are the only accident in this plan. If you hadn’t escaped, I would’ve already been sitting in your Falk Tribe’s palace as Gary’s close adviser and Falk Tribe’s most esteemed guest,” Caster shouted angrily at Connie through clenched teeth. “Why did you run? You should have died along with your damned father! Why did you survive on your own?”
“I…” Connie took two steps back instinctively with pain and sadness in her eyes. She backed off, shaking her head as she didn’t want to recall what had happened that night.
Right then, a hand pressed against her back, and stopped her from backing away as Mag gently said, “You’re not at fault.”
“B-but Father was killed because of me…” Connie couldn’t stop her tears from flowing. She couldn’t forget how her father pushed her out of the palace and used his body to block the door. If it wasn’t because of her, her father could have escaped. Boundless guilt flooded her.
“Making sure that you survived was your father’s greatest consolation.” Mag shook his head. He pointed at Caster as he gravely said, “And killing these bad people to avenge your parents and rescue your brother is what you should do from now on. If you can’t even take your enemies’ nasty words, how are you going to return?”
