"Ouch --"

Castel almost jumped up from the ground, but before he could close his open mouth, he was tied to the bamboo in the corner by a set of ropes.

The pain in his crotch made him breathe cold air and his mind was blank.

McGonagall, standing on one side, subconsciously takes his legs back. Suddenly, he is a little lucky that Camilla didn't wake him up in this way, otherwise the story must be a different direction.

"What kind of death would you choose?" Camilla didn't know where to take out a set of leather whip candles, raised her hand and slapped a whip on caster's face, leaving a deep bloodstain on his face. She asked coldly.

Castel was sobered by the whip. Although his crotch was painful, he still tried to look at Camilla with his legs between his legs. With a flustered expression, he said: "Countess Bartoli, this must be a misunderstanding..."

"Pa!"

Camilla doesn't talk nonsense. Raising her hand is another whip.

Caster showed his teeth when he was whipped. The whip was full of barbs. When the whip came down, it brought down a string of flesh. The pain can be imagined.

"You're here for me, aren't you?" Connie stepped forward and looked at caster, holding her fist.

"Miss, who are you? There may be some misunderstanding between us... "Castel looked at Connie, forced to endure the pain, and tried to squeeze out a smile. His mood had sunk to the bottom, and his brain was running fast. He didn't expect that he would fall into other people's hands today.

"Liar, you are Gary's running dog. I saw you and Gary standing together at the Fark tribe banquet! You killed my father and mother, and my family Connie raised her hand and hit caster on the chin, flying off several of his teeth.

"Cough..." Castel coughed two mouthfuls of blood, looked at Connie innocently and said: "it seems that you are mistaken. I don't know you or Gary. I'm just an ordinary businessman... Please let me go. I'm old and young..."

"You..." Connie looked at caster and hesitated. Did she really recognize the wrong person?

"Kaster, nicknamed vulture, was born in Townsend of the Los empire. In his early years, he fled the Empire because he killed his wife drunk. After that, he traveled to the mainland and became an intelligence merchant. He also established a huge intelligence network covering all ethnic groups in Nolan, selling intelligence and information and making a lot of profits. Vulture is extremely mysterious. Few people know his true appearance. It is said that he has changed his appearance several times, which is different from that of that year. " MEG looked at caster and said with a smile, "how many skins are hidden under this skin?"

Castel's eyes were fixed on MEG, his stiff face was twitching, and he had fear in his eyes. This guy was not a simple cook and restaurant owner as he had guessed, but now it seems that he may not have a chance to find out his identity completely.

MEG saw Castel acquiesce to his words, and continued with a smile: "if you tell the truth about how you helped Gary rebel and killed the chief of the FAK tribe, I may be able to make your death more enjoyable."

"Since I'm bound to die, why should I talk such nonsense to you? Is your brain kicked by a donkey?" Castel looked at MEG with a sneer. "Do you want to help her regain the position of chief? Oh, I tell you, you can't succeed. Gary has already controlled the FAK tribe. What are you fighting with him for? "

"Pa!"

Camilla's whip fell on him again, tearing off a strip of flesh with her clothes.

"Ah --"

Castr is shaking all over in pain. Interrogation is one of his best things, but he never thought that he would be tied up one day, and the barbed whip would fall on him.

"Don't talk too much, or I'll whip you to death slowly. According to this efficiency, it will take about 101 whip to take all the meat off your body. But at that time, your consciousness was still clear. You can't die if you want to. I'll use the medicine to recover your injury, and then do it again. " Camilla looked at caster with a smile, her eyes flashing with eager light.

"You... You can't do this to me..." caster collapsed in an instant, struggling to move, but in exchange for two lashes.

Strong pain came from the wound. Castel swayed from side to side, but there was no way to get rid of the rope.

"I said... I said it all..." kaster cried, almost crying, as Camilla raised her whip again.

"Pa!"

The whip still fell on caster and took a piece of flesh from his thigh.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so useless. You can't hold on for three seconds." Camilla's insincere apology, whip hanging in hand, did not put away the meaning.

Castel showed his teeth in pain, but he was angry. His eyes fell on Connie and said, "yes, I helped Gary plan the coup, killed the chief and his wife of the FAK tribe, and all the orcs who supported the chief. It's me who provided Gary with all the intelligence information so that he can kill all the orcs who can lead and change the coup in the shortest time and with the highest efficiency. "

"And you are the only accident of the plan. If you didn't run away, I would have been sitting in the palace of your FAK tribe and becoming a brother with Gary, becoming the most distinguished guest of FAK tribe. " Caster gritted his teeth, looked at Connie and roared, "Why are you running! You should have died with your damn father! Why do you live by yourself

"I..." Connie subconsciously stepped back two steps, eyes full of sadness and pain, shaking her head back, do not want to recall what happened that day.

"It's not you who are wrong." Just then, a hand was gently pressed on her back against her retreating body, Meg said softly.

"But... But my father was killed for me..." Connie's tears couldn't stop flowing. She couldn't forget the scene when her father pushed her out of the palace and blocked the door with her body. If it wasn't for her, her father might be able to leave, and endless remorse poured into her heart.

"It's your father's greatest joy to see you survive." McGonagall shook his head, raised his finger to caster, and said seriously: "to kill these bad guys, to avenge your parents, to save your brother is the next thing you should do. If you can't even bear the enemy's guns, how can you go back? "