Endless Debt

Palmer felt that he should put aside the turmoil between himself and Vosilin. There was another matter that needed to be resolved at the moment.

The blazing fire outside the window continued, and the roars of the bloodthirsty people echoed endlessly like doomsday music.

But the room looked harmonious. Zephyrin was sitting on the bed with the terrifying chain saw scythe between his knees, while Palmer was pressed on the chair and tied up like a carefully tied holiday gift. .

Light red mist filled the room, creating a soft pink atmosphere under the refraction of the shimmering light, but Palmer could not feel the slightest beauty. Every time he breathed, he would inhale a large amount of poison.

It's over, it's all over.

Palmer raised his head and tried not to shed tears.

Are you really an unlucky guy? Why did he sleep so hard? Why didn't he even notice the enemy's invasion? Forget it, why was he still captured? The most terrible thing was that he was captured by the Night Clan.

The dignified heir of the Clerks family was captured by the sworn enemy of the Night Clan. What a shame and humiliation!

If Palmer was a guy with excessive self-esteem, he might have bitten his tongue and committed suicide by now... Fortunately, Palmer didn't care much about this, so he shifted his gaze back to Zephyrin, thinking about where the vitality lies.

"It's not a big problem, Palmer, I haven't seen any big winds and waves..."

Palmer comforted himself in his heart. It was not like he had never encountered a situation more deadly than the one before him, so there was nothing to panic about.

No matter how difficult it is, you still have to believe in your own gifts! What if you get lucky once?

For example...for example, a meteorite fell from the sky and killed Zephyrin, but he survived...

"Hey! Let me ask you, why are you so dazed?"

Zephyrin slapped Palmer again, ravaging Palmer at will, "Bologo Klex? I remember there is no such person in Klex's family?"

This operation was extremely important. The list of the Clerks family had already been engraved in Zephyrin's mind. She was sure that the guy in front of her was definitely lying to her. There was no such person as Bologo in the Clerks family.

"Your boy, must be Palmer, right?"

Zephyrin pinched Palmer's face. As the son of Vonn, Palmer was at the front of the list. The man in front of him who called himself Bologo looked very similar to Palmer... He was definitely Palmer. Merle Clerks.

Palmer made a final protest, "No, I'm not."

Zephyrin frowned, "What are you doing?"

"No...it's nothing. I suffer from facial paralysis and need to move my facial muscles."

Palmer made a face with all his strength, hoping that in this stupid way, Zephyrin would not recognize him.

Another crisp slap in the face made half of Palmer's face numb. He looked at Zephyrin with pear blossoms in his eyes. Faced with Palmer who became more honest, Zephyrin confirmed again.

"You are indeed Palmer."

The Night Clan conducted an extremely detailed investigation into the Clerks family. Although they have not lived in Fengyuan Highlands in recent years, Palmer was also within the scope of the investigation. The information obtained by the Night Clan was not comprehensive, and most of it was some information about Order. Information within the bureau that has a low level of confidentiality.

For example, Palmer's poor work attitude and annoying style.

At first, Zephyrin was a little unsure that she had captured the heir of the Clerks family so easily, but when Palmer made a silly face, she understood that she had caught a big fish.

Ruined.

Palmer was mourning in his heart, and he began to pray for off-field help, hoping that someone would find his unlucky self as soon as possible.

"What do you want me to ask you? How to get to the Wind Cellar."

"Wind cellar?"

At the mention of the wind cellar, all the random thoughts in Palmer's mind disappeared, and his mourning expression turned serious. At this moment, he had a bit of the resolute temperament of a field employee.

"Your goal is indeed "Dawn Oath"."

"Otherwise? Who would attack this ghost place like you?"

Zephyrin stood up slowly, with the deadly chain saw scythe stuck on the side. She grabbed Palmer's hair and pulled him up hard, and punched Palmer hard in the abdomen.

Attacks of this magnitude in the past had no effect on Palmer, but under the influence of the strong poison, the slight pain was magnified several times. Palmer gritted his teeth, but his body was still shaking and convulsing uncontrollably.

He felt like he had been hit by a car.

"Ha ha……"

Palmer lowered his head and gasped for air, his saliva mixed with blood leaving all over the floor.

Zephyrin said, "I'm pretty good at interrogation. It's best for you not to resist. It's both good for you and me."

"Is...is it this fog?" Palmer ignored Zephyrin's words and analyzed the current situation, "Will this fog affect my nerves?"

Physical paralysis, occasional fainting, and even hallucinations... This mist has many negative effects, which are not constructed by the secret energy of the first-stage sublimation master. From this, it can be judged that Zephyrin's rank is at least in prayer. Believers go up.

"Are you thinking of a strategy to deal with it?" Zephyrin took out a small bag from his waist, "Then you'd better think faster."

Zephyrin opened the small bag and took out one weird metal product after another under Palmer's gaze. Palmer's expression remained calm at first, but as the dazzling array of small torture instruments were placed on the bed, , no matter how firm his heart was, he was so frightened that his face turned pale at this moment.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Palmer screamed, thinking of a delaying strategy.

He couldn't figure it out.

"This is not good! We have only known each other for a few minutes, and we are already making such a big deal out of it!" Palmer spoke nonsense skillfully, hoping that his comedy talent could infect Zephyrin, "Why don't we start with familiarity? How is the other party starting?"

Zephyrin ignored Palmer. She skillfully stabbed a metal handle covered with barbs into Palmer's abdomen. The spikes twisted the flesh and blood. Under the influence of the poison, the strong and twisted pain almost caused him to die. Palmer nearly fainted.

"Um, hello, I'm Bologo Klex, how about you?"

Even so, Palmer still gathered his strength and beamed at Zephyrin, as if he was really prepared to make a friend in this hellish situation.

Actually... it's not impossible. Palmer is already a brother to the Lord of the Night Clan. It shouldn't be a problem to get acquainted with Zephyrin.

Zephyrin frowned slightly and twisted his wrist.

Visible to the naked eye, Palmer's face turned pale for a moment, but he still pretended to be calm and said to Zephyrin seriously, "I can understand everyone's niche orientation, but I think you should consult the other party before implementing it. Opinions, mutual respect, you think, right?”

Zephyrin loosened his hand and took out another torture instrument that was curved like a hook, with a somewhat troubled expression on his face.

In the past, under Zephyrin's torture, the enemy could hardly hold on for long. Even those with strong willpower would show expressions of struggling to hold on but on the verge of collapse.

That feeling of tangle and struggle brought indescribable pleasure to Zephyrin. He didn't want to admit it, but Zephyrin could indeed derive bursts of satisfaction and joy from torturing his enemies.

This kind of torture was different when it was inflicted on Palmer. Zephyrin did not feel the slightest sense of satisfaction. Instead, he felt that Palmer was noisy, as if he was killing a duck with a tough mouth, and half of his body was clearly in the pot. Still chirping non-stop.

Seeing the new torture device, this time Palmer felt that he really couldn't hold on any longer. Previously, he could comfort himself with the iron will of a field worker, but now he really couldn't stand it anymore.

The moment Zephyrin came closer, Palmer used the only strength he had and stood up suddenly, trying to knock Zephyrin down, but he still overestimated himself.

Under the influence of the poison, not only was Palmer unable to lift his strength, but the threshold of his own moment soul was also corrupted and broken. It was even difficult for him to mobilize the ether.

Palmer failed to stand up, so he fell on his side with his chair, squirming awkwardly on the floor, trying to get away from Zephyrin.

Seeing the heir of the Clerks family groveling at his feet, begging for mercy, Zephyrin burst into laughter. To Palmer, this smile looked like a perverted murderer getting interested.

He felt that Zephyrin and Bologo must have something in common.

"I...I know Sere! Sere Vilelis! Lord of the Night Clan!"

Palmer tried to save his own life by changing his identity, but the strange thing was that after hearing Sere's name, Zephyrin's expression turned gloomy and he was filled with murderous intent.

what's up? Serei, are you so unpopular in the Night Clan?

Palmer screamed in his heart. That night he was knocked unconscious by Vosilin and taken away, and he did not hear the story told by Vonn at all.

"Wait a minute, at least... at least set up a safe word! What if you really kill me!"

Palmer squirmed toward the door, talking nonsense to stall for time.

Zephyrin ignored Palmer, picked up the chain saw and scythe in one hand, and held the hook torture tool in the other. The next step was a pleasant torture time.

"Sunshine! What do you think of this word!"

In this case, Palmer could only argue verbally, "Where's the silverware? I think the silverware is pretty good too!"

The chain saw scythe hit Palmer near the head, cutting a shallow bloody mark on his cheek.

"Help!"

Palmer collapsed completely and screamed uncontrollably. Countless names flashed through his mind, and finally he called out the most reliable one.

"Help! Bologo!"

Before she finished speaking, an excited etheric reaction arose. Zephyrin decisively drew her chainsaw and scythe and turned around to defend herself, but she was still too late.

The silver battering ram crashed through the wall, without slowing down at all, and slammed directly into Zephyrin's body, driving Zephyrin through the walls one after another behind him, and was buried deep in the ruins.

In the gap of the collapse, a slender flame flashed through, like a burned-out fuse, the red mercury completely detonated, and the blazing fire erupted at the end of the ruins, and the surging firelight escaped in all directions.

A familiar figure walked out of the gap in the wall. Boluogo looked at the tied up Palmer and asked doubtfully, "Were you calling me just now?"

Palmer was stunned for two seconds and shook his head.

"No...I'm shouting the safe word."