Chapter 19 The Demon Hunter's Imprisonment...
"This time it was an accident. It was supposed to be a hearty and simple bandit suppression. I will tell you the details during dinner. This will be an excellent one. Table stories,” Lane explains.
This old man may be one of the few elders in the world who really cares about him. Although the old man's nagging is a headache for most people, Lann is very useful. Even if he is coaxing, he still has to respond to the other party.
"However, I have taken your words to heart, and I will be careful in the future."
Enns nodded. Regardless of whether this guarantee was true or not, getting a response would give him some peace of mind.
"Or, you can leave your heir first, and then you can go on those thrilling adventures."
"Ahem," Lann said quickly, "We'll discuss it, we'll discuss it again."
Lann stepped forward and touched Heifeng's mane. The smooth feel made him feel better. The old butler stared at Lan's back with an inexplicable expression and sighed softly.
I don’t know what Enns is thinking, but at least Lan’s mind is now full of thinking of a good enough return gift for the little girl.
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City defense force, dungeon.
On the table covered with fresh blood were a row of knives, bags, and all kinds of unnamed bottles and jars. The most eye-catching thing in the middle were two sharp swords with cat-head weight balls installed.
Two sharp swords. A steel sword, a silver sword. The steel sword punishes evil and the silver sword kills demons.
These were all recovered from the demon hunters and belonged to Lann's trophies.
Lann looked at the table for a moment, then reached out and picked up the steel sword. The mirror-like sword spine reflected Lann's profile. He felt that this was a good return gift, enough to match the "Black Wind".
However, the shape and weight of this one were not right, and Ciri couldn't swing it, so it had to be slightly modified.
Lann couldn't help laughing as he began to sketch out a simple design in his mind.
"She should like it, right?"
Lann is not short of a good sword. This steel sword is not one of those magical demon hunter weapons with special enchantment effects in the game. It is just a sword made of good material. Compare It is equivalent to the novice outfit in the game.
To say that it is precious, it may be that the materials and craftsmanship are more exquisite, but that is all. The blacksmiths of the royal court also had the ability to create it. But Lann believed the story of the "trophy" and the process of obtaining it would make Ciri particularly fond of the gift.
Compared with this steel sword, the other silver sword and these bottles of potions were not available in the circles that Lan En came into contact with. Lan En kept them all carefully and planned to wait until he was free later. Then see if it has any use.
But now, Lann has more important things.
In the cage behind him, the demon hunter Judd was restrained on a wooden frame, and the wounds on his body were simply bandaged to prevent him from dying without trial.
An interrogator saw that Lan had finally finished counting the trophies and turned his attention to the witcher. Then he cautiously stepped forward and suggested: "Your Majesty, you don't need to do this kind of dirty work yourself. We have all been here for decades." ..."
Lann waved his hand, making it clear that no one else was needed here. The winking interrogator quickly lowered his head and shut his mouth. There were also nobles with quirks. Not to mention interrogating prisoners in person, he had also seen people who captured "prisoners" specifically for interrogation.
In the cell, when he heard the sound of footsteps, the demon hunter raised his head slightly, with an unexpected expression on his face:
"Noble boy, you are here after all..."
Lann looked around and pulled over a man who was covered in dirt. He sat down on the wooden bench and said:
"If I were in a high mood, I might have replied something like 'I shouldn't have come' or 'But I came anyway'. But time is precious, and there are many things I want to know. So I I think we'd better get started."
"Haha... It sounds like the artificial tone of a noble... more like a dialogue that should appear in a bard's poem.
Lock me here and heal my wounds. The interrogator is not allowed to come over for questioning. Obviously, the noble boy has some little secrets that he wants to get answered, but he doesn’t want others to know... tell me, what are they?" Lann smiled slightly: "I
asked Are you just going to say that?"
Judd laughed wildly: "Do you believe it when I say it?"
Lann nodded and confirmed, showing off his skills.
"I heard that the magical transformation of the demon hunter will cause great pain to the body. The process of becoming stronger is a torture in itself. In other words, your tolerance for pain is beyond ordinary people. There is such a thing Is something going on?"
Judd smiled: "This is not something ordinary people can hear, you have quite big ears."
Even in prison, the captured demon hunter seemed not to forget to taunt Lan, not even a little bit. Showing weakness.
Lann wondered: "You don't seem to be worried about what I will do next." "
Hey, hey, I know the interrogation techniques of you guys are nothing more than using knives and iron. But you can't imagine the pain I have experienced , physical, spiritual... I had hope, but now it is broken. And your people have disabled my legs and hands, which makes it impossible for my broken hope to be rekindled." "Hahaha,
my That’s why I stayed in this dungeon for so long without committing suicide just to see the expression on your noble boy’s face when you tried all your methods on me but got nothing, the angry and annoyed expression. Tell me, noble boy, what are you going to do? Take something out of a person who has nothing!"
The crazy voice echoed in the prison, and Lan couldn't help but lean back to avoid the witcher's saliva spraying everywhere.
Lann smacked his lips: "I've also heard that the Cat sect's demon hunters are full of lunatics, and today I saw that the reputation is well-deserved. But..."
Lann suddenly turned around and drew out his long sword, stabbing the demon hunter forward with force. On the wooden frame between the legs, he then slowly raised the hilt of the sword upwards, so that the long sword was closed upwards like a side knife, and the cold blade slowly touched the demon hunter's skin.
"Are you sure you have nothing to lose?"
The demon hunter's expression froze for a moment, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
"You seem to want to be a tough guy who uses his little life to resist the powerful. This is unnecessary. Because I am not that kind of noble, and you are not that kind of tough guy. And as a bandit leader, I don't know how many innocent people have been killed. You just make me laugh when you say something like this."
Lan just held the handle of the knife between his two fingers. He walked closer step by step, and the sharp blade rotated bit by bit and tightened towards the witcher's lower body: "Of course, I must admit that you have rich life experience. Every demon hunter who can be released to go alone is old enough to be my father or even grandfather. You can definitely bear the ordinary punishment. I I have great confidence in you - or in the witcher.
But I am also very confident in my own knowledge reserve. You can't imagine what kind of messy knowledge I have - advanced knowledge."
(End of this chapter)