Chapter 1453： Why are you going back?

"嗷呜"

Custer was almost picked up from the ground, but the open mouth had not been able to close, and he was put on a body by a rope. He pulled it back and tied it to the bamboo in the corner.

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

Standing on the side of the Maige subconsciously took the leg back, suddenly fortunately Camilla did not wake him up in this way, otherwise the story must be another way.

"Say, which kind of death do you want to choose?" Camilla didn't know where to pull out a set of whip candles, and raised a handful of whip on the face of Caster, on his face. I left a deep blood mark and asked coldly.

Custer was awake by the whip. Although the pain in the ankle was difficult, he still tried to look at Camilla with his legs. He looked worried and said: "The Countess Bartoli, this must be a misunderstanding... ..."

"Snapped!"

Camilla has no nonsense, raising his hand is a whip.

Custer was pumping his teeth and licking his mouth. The whip was covered with barbs. A whip came down and brought down a string of flesh. The pain can be imagined.

"You came to me, right?" Connie stepped forward and looked at Caster, holding her fist.

"This lady, I don't know who you are? There may be some misunderstanding between us..." Custer looked at Connie, forced the pain, tried to squeeze out a little smile, and the mood was already sinking into the bottom, and the brain was fast. Running, I didn’t expect to lose my hand to someone else’s hand today.

"The liar, you are obviously the running dog. At the banquet of the Fak tribe, I saw you and Gai together! You killed my father and mother, and my loved ones!" Connie raised her hand and slammed it on Custer's chin, and flew a few of his teeth.

"Cough..." Caster coughed up two bloods and looked at Connie with a look of innocence: "It seems that you are the wrong person. I don't know you, I don't know what to cover, I am just a Ordinary businessman only... Please let me go, I am old, there is little..."

"You..." Connie looked at Castel, and her face was hesitant. Did she really admit the wrong person?

"Castel, nickname vulture, the town of Donsna, the Los Angeles empire, fled the empire for drunkenness in his early years, then traveled to the mainland, became an intelligence businessman, and established a huge intelligence network on the Nolan continent. Covering all ethnic groups, selling intelligence and information, profitable. The vulture is extremely mysterious, and few people know his true appearance. It is said that it has changed its appearance several times, which is different from that of the year." McGonagall looked at Custer. Smiled: "Under this skin, how many skins are still hidden?"

Castel stared at McGonagall. Some stiff faces were faintly twitching, and there was fear in his eyes. This guy, like his guess, was not a simple chef and restaurant owner, but now it seems that he may not have The opportunity to completely remove his identity.

McGonagall remembered his words by default, and smiled and continued: "If you can help you to cover up the rebellion, the process of killing the Fak tribe chiefs, I may be able to make you die better."

"Since it will definitely die, why should I tell you these nonsense, is your brain kicked?" Custer sneered at McGonagall. "Do you want to help her regain the position of the chieftain?" Oh, I tell you, you can't succeed. Gary has already controlled the Fak tribe. What do you want to fight with him?"

"Snapped!"

Camilla's whip fell on him again, and even a piece of flesh was pulled off with clothes.

"what"

Castel’s painful body was trembled, and the interrogation was one of his best things, but he never thought that he would be **** one day, and the barb with a barb would fall on him.

"No more nonsense, or I will use a whip to slowly kill you. According to this efficiency, I still need a thousand and one whip to get all the meat out of your body. But then your consciousness is still sober, you If you want to die, you can't die. I will use healing potions to recover your injuries, and then come back again." Camilla smiled and looked at Custer, his eyes flashing with eagerness to try.

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

A strong pain came from the wound, and Custer swayed around, but there was no way to break the ropes.

"I said... I said all of it..." Custer screamed at the crying cry as he watched Camilla raise the whip again.

"Snapped!"

The whip still fell on Caster's body, bringing a flesh and blood from his thigh.

"Sorry, I didn't think you were so useless, I couldn't hold it for three seconds." Camilla apologized without sincerity, and the whip was hanging on his hand, and he didn't mean to close it up.

Caster’s painful grin, but angry, couldn’t speak, and his eyes fell on Connie’s body and said, “Yes, I helped Gary to plan the coup and killed the chieftain of the Fak tribe and the chieftain’s wife. And all the orcs who support the chiefs. I provided Galile with all the intelligence information that enabled him to kill all orcs who could dominate and change the coup in the shortest possible time."

"And you are the only accident in this plan. If you have not escaped, I am already sitting in the palace of your Fak tribe, and he is the most distinguished guest of the Fak tribe." Caster gritted his teeth. Watching Connie roar: "Why are you running! You should die with your **** father! Why do you live alone!"

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

"The wrong person is not you." At this moment, a hand gently pressed on her back, against the body of her back, McGonagall.

"But... but my father was killed for me..." Connie's tears couldn't stop flowing. She couldn't forget the scene where her father pushed her out of the palace and then blocked the door with her body. If it weren't for her, father. Perhaps it is possible to leave, endless self-blame comes to mind.

"Looking at you to survive is the greatest comfort of your father." McGonagall shook his head and raised his finger to Custer. He looked seriously: "And kill these bad guys, avenge your parents, save you." Brother, is what you should do next. If you can't even take the enemy's mouth and cannon, why should you go back?"