Congratulations on being an NPC

Chapter 39 You can speak freely
in a dark room,
A few unlucky men in the tavern were tied to a long bench.

In front of them, there was a small table, on which a few candles that were about to burn out were burning slowly.

The light from the candles flickered, making the faces of these men flicker.

Apart from this, there is no other light source in this room.

A small window was boarded up so that no light could come in at all.

The faces of these men were livid and their lips were black and purple.

It's not because someone tortured them, but here, they can't know the specific time,

Also, I don't know if it's day or night.

Most importantly, outside the room, there were a few steady footsteps from time to time.

Every time footsteps sounded, the hearts of these men would tremble, fearing that the other party was here to torture them.

In such an extremely tense situation, their spirits are very sluggish,

Obviously, I can keenly feel the wind and grass around me, but I can't feel whether my stomach is hungry or full, whether my mouth is thirsty or not.

clatter,
clatter……

Another footstep,

This time, the other party did not leave after wandering around for a few times like the previous few times, but walked towards this room,

Several men raised their heads, their eyes covered with bloodshot eyes and dark circles fixedly stared at the door.

crunch,
No luck, the door opened.

A man wrapped in a black robe walked in,
The men could feel that his eyes turned around a few of them,
It made their hearts beat wildly, and the shadow of death almost made them incontinent.

But fortunately, the man in black just took a look at them and then withdrew his gaze, and didn't pay attention to their life and death after that.

He took out a few candles from his pocket and lit them, placed them on the table,
The black-robed man left without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

—Silent torture.

This is extreme mental torture.

The men looked at each other, and while they were relieved, they felt even more painful.

They were expecting someone else to come into the room and announce their release.

And the fear that someone will actually walk into this room to pronounce their death sentence.

In this extremely entangled state of mind, the men are very tormented.

There were two of them, but after all, they still didn't carry it over. They rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth and fell into a coma.

It stands to reason that this situation should be very disgusting,

But no one disliked them, but looked at them with envious eyes.

It's good to be in a coma, so I don't have to suffer like this anymore.

However, it may be because the willpower is too tough, no matter how much you think, no one will be in a coma again.

At the same time, no one spoke,
Candlelight reflected on the wall, with the words "No whispering" written on it.

No one dares to violate it.

Even if one person bravely stood up and said a few words, the atmosphere at the scene would ease a lot.

But, no one ever
All heads were bowed, counting the gaps in the floorboards.

After a while,

The two men who foam at the mouth have not yet woken up,

But the foam in their mouths has disappeared with the passage of time, making it hard to tell whether they are in a coma or dead.

The few remaining men didn't even dare to ask someone to come over to check the situation because of the writing on the wall.

Desperation gradually spread,

A few men have begun to wonder if they will be trapped here forever.

This question will soon be answered.

crunch,
The door opened again,
This time it was not the black-robed man who came in last time, but several people in the uniform of the guard.

They came forward, sniffed the two unconscious men, shook their heads and dragged them away.

This scene shocked and frightened the rest of the men,
Especially since the door wasn't closed after they dragged those two away.

This means that there are still people coming in.

Their guess was correct.

After a while, a scent spread into the room.

Although subjectively unable to feel it, the men's already empty stomachs immediately smelt and played music.

"Everyone, haven't you eaten yet?"

Yano walked into the room with a smile on the strange face that the men had seen last time.

In his hand he held a tray filled with all kinds of delicacies.

Some, in the eyes of a few men who are extremely poor, have only been seen in newspapers.

"Do you want to eat something?"

Arno put the tray on the low table, picked up a chair next to him and sat down, and asked in a gentle voice.

His polite attitude made the men almost dare not confirm that this is the devil who robbed money and people in the bar.

However, they would never recognize that face.

Facing Arno's friendly words, the men collectively shuddered. Fear overwhelmed the feeling of hunger, and they shook their heads hastily.

However, the anxious denial brought about the dizziness caused by hypoglycemia.

Under the dizziness, another man passed out.

Yano's face remained unchanged, and he still had a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze.

Snapped,
He snapped his fingers.

Two people walked in immediately outside the door and dragged the unconscious man away.

"Since you don't eat it, then forget it."

Arno looked at the few remaining people again, and threw the tray full of delicacies to the ground.

Because the room was pitch black, the men didn't realize that there was a small hole under the low table from the beginning to the end.

But this time, they finally knew it all.

The moment the tray fell to the ground, dozens of mice jumped out from under the low table in the darkness.

They squeaked and devoured all their food in seconds.

Then, just as quickly as they appeared, they slid back under the table after eating.

The faces of the men grew darker,
They are paupers, and paupers keep company with rats of all kinds.

The ones that appeared just now were all human-eating rats, and they would never admit their mistake.

Imagining the terrifying scene of mice crawling on their bodies and eating their own flesh and blood, the pupils of the men suddenly shrank.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

A man finally couldn't bear it, screamed a few times under the strong stimulation, and passed out.

As usual, two more people walked in and dragged the unconscious man out.

Only three men remained.

Arno glanced briefly at their faces,
A younger one, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a sallow complexion;

The second one is older, about 60 years old, with cloudy light in his eyes.

As for the last one, it is a standard middle-aged man, about 30 years old.

"Almost all right."

Arno murmured, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"It seems that the mental state of the man just now is a bit bad, is it because the living conditions here are very difficult?"

The men nodded, then shook their heads hastily.

There was another burst of dizziness, but fortunately, no one was unconscious this time.

"It's okay, I can talk freely here."

"Since the life here is not satisfactory to everyone, then I can let you go."

Arno's voice was very gentle.

(End of this chapter)