When Sexta saw Zhao Ziliang, his body was trembling even more when he was curled up on the chair.
His face was pale and frightening, "No, don't come here, you are a devil, you are all devils."
The battle scene involving Zhao Ziliang and others just now was witnessed by all four people in the room.
The hundreds of guards were all killed by a few people in a short period of time.
This is unimaginable in the eyes of these people.
Yes, I am afraid that only those who are possessed by the devil have such fighting ability.
Now how can they not be afraid when they see Zhao Ziliang and others?
Zhao Ziliang saw three people in the room, looked at one of the young people and asked: "Young man, why are you here?"
The young man swallowed his saliva and forced himself to answer calmly; "You are the few Western Qin people who were caught by the city defense army patrols late at night.
My name is Kured, and I was sent by the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mr.
Vokilos.
Mr.
Liu Chongwen of your country is at the home of Mr.
Fukilos.
Your Excellency sent me to take you to meet with Mr.
Liu Chongwen."
"Oh, so that's it.
Then wait a moment, I'll finish the matter here."
After Zhao Ziliang finished speaking, he looked at the remaining two people.
One of them was a priest, and the other was a middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties.
This man was wearing a toga robe with embroidery and purple trim.
He should be a nobleman.
At that time, the wig on the old aristocrat's head fell off due to panic, revealing a Mediterranean bald hairstyle.
Zhao Ziliang focused his attention on the old priest and asked, "Father, are you here for me too?"
The old pastor forced a smile and said: "No, no, how come I don't seem to know you?"
Zhao Ziliang asked: "Then why do you, an old pastor, come to the prison in the middle of the night?"
The old pastor quickly said: "Of course I'm here to pray for the deceased.
You know that prisoners often die of illness in this prison.
When people die, they need pastors to pray for their souls and help them return to the embrace of the Lord."
"Really?
It seems your business should be good.
How much can you earn every month?"
Zhao Ziliang asked with interest.
The old pastor looked quite embarrassed, "Looking at what you said, I can't make much money, I'm just making ends meet."
"Hahahahaha" Zhao Ziliang laughed a few times, turned to look at the old noble, walked over and knelt down and asked: "Old man, who are you?
Would you mind introducing your identity?"
The old nobleman smiled and said: "Your Excellency, there are two gladiatorial fights in this prison tonight.
I came to watch the gladiatorial competition.
After the game, I felt a little comfortable, so I planned to rest here before going back.
That's it."
Zhao Ziliang pointed to the other three people with a smile and said to the old noble: "Whether what they just said is the truth or a lie, at least they answered my questions.
This is the most basic courtesy for people to communicate, so I treat them It's quite polite, but you answered the question incorrectly.
I'm very unhappy.
How do you think I should treat you?"
The old noble looked at Zhao Ziliang's smiling face.
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He would never think that Zhao Ziliang had good intentions.
Just now, Zhao Ziliang killed dozens of archers with his sword without even blinking.
He hurriedly He said: "Your Excellency, I am really just a spectator in the arena.
Everything that happens here has nothing to do with me.
You see, I am old and frail, and I can hardly walk anymore.
Just let me go." " "I hate people who don't respect and take me seriously, huh."
Zhao Ziliang snorted coldly, stood up and shouted: "Xiao Wan, let him wake up."
"I understand."
Wan Qingming agreed.
He walked over and took out a few silver needles and inserted them into several of his acupuncture points before the old noble had time to react.
The old noble felt that his whole body could not move for an instant.
An indescribable pain in his body seemed to come from his bone marrow.
He began to tremble all over, and the pain hit his pain nerves again and again.
"Ah" the old nobleman's whole face was distorted, and he finally couldn't help but let out a long scream.
This scream made the bodies of other people in the room tremble, especially Sexta, the old priest and the young man sent by Foreign Minister Phukiros.
At this time, the old noble only hoped that he could pass out from the pain.
Only in this way can he get rid of this torture, but he was unable to do so.
This pain not only did not make him unconscious, but made his feelings clearer, as if it could amplify his senses. .
A few minutes later, the old nobleman was dripping with sweat and all his clothes were soaked.
Zhao Ziliang said: "Xiao Wan, that's it."
Wan Qingming pulled out a few silver needles from the old nobleman's body and slapped him a few more times.
The old nobleman finally stopped screaming, and his heavy breathing sounded like a bellows throughout the room.
Zhao Ziliang squatted in front of the old nobleman again and said: "If you still want to taste what I just felt, you can continue to act stupid with me."
"Don't want me, I said, I am Earl Satcole, I am the warden of this seaside prison."
The old man gasped and hurriedly revealed his true identity.
"Very good."
Zhao Ziliang snapped his fingers and asked with a smile on his face again: "Then tell me why the three of them are here."
The warden, Earl Satcole, said: "They all came here for you.
Viscount Sexta was the first to come.
The priest arrived immediately after he came, and Kured was the last to come."
The expressions of Sexta and the old priest changed again at this time, and their looks of horror could no longer be concealed.
"Oh" Zhao Ziliang asked as if he suddenly understood: "Then do you know what they told you?"
"Viscount Sexta said that you and the barbarian woman named Grayling are his slaves.
He wants to take Grayling away, and he is willing to sell you to the prison's gladiatorial arena to participate in the gladiatorial competition.
The priest is mainly He came here for you, he is my friend, he came here just to see you; what Kuled just said is the same as what he said to me when he came, it should be the truth."
Zhao Ziliang walked up to the old priest and asked: "Father, that's not what you said just now.
Do you have any other explanations?
You don't want to be treated like that like the prison director, right?"
The old priest sighed: "Well, actually I was in the Moulin Rouge when you bought Grayling.
I also came out after the auction, and on the way back to the church, I saw you and several other people being captured by the city guard.
The army arrested you, and later I found out that you were being held in a seaside prison.
I felt that I couldn’t watch you being framed, so I came here.”
Zhao Ziliang was stunned after hearing this.
He turned to the warden Satkore and asked: "Prince Warden, he is your friend."
"Probably so" Zhao Ziliang looked at the old priest again and asked: "So you were also at the Moulin Rouge at that time.
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Do you know which VIP room I was in and how much I bought her for?"
The old priest's expression changed.
When he came, Tarasius only told him the general situation and did not go into details.
Now that Zhao Ziliang asked such a detailed question, how could he answer it?
Zhao Ziliang understood as soon as he saw his face, and immediately sneered: "Ha, Father, as a person who serves the Lord, lying is bad and will be punished.
You lied to me again and again.
Do you really think that I don't What will happen to you?
Xiao Wan, Viscount Sexta has disliked me from the very beginning.
He thinks I stole his Grayling.
He hates me to the core.
If he goes back, he will definitely take revenge crazily.
I I think it’s better to let him disappear, what do you think?”
"I understand."
Wan Qingming agreed.
He took out a knife from nowhere and walked towards Sexta.
Sexta was so frightened that his face turned pale and he shouted in horror: "No, no, don't come here, don't come here.
My father is Alejandro."
Xius, the commander of the Praetorian Guards, if you kill me, my father will definitely kill you to pay for my life."
"Really?
He is the commander of the Praetorian Guards of the Eastern Roman Empire, not the commander of the Praetorian Guards of the Western Qin Kingdom."
Wan Qingming said, grabbing Sexta's curly hair, and the knife in the other hand fiercely It stabbed into his chest, and he twitched violently for a few times before becoming completely motionless.
One person's life disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the remaining three people turned pale with fear.
Zhao Ziliang stared at the old priest and said, "Father, if you don't tell me something that satisfies me, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."
None of the priests and priests under Tarasius were professionals in espionage.
They had never experienced such bloody scenes, and their psychological defenses collapsed even before they were executed.
"I'm old and can't stand the torture anymore.
Don't hurt me."
I, I said Archbishop Tarasius sent me here, and he asked me to find this person."
He took out a scroll from his arms.
Zhao Ziliang took the scroll and opened it.
Isn't this his portrait?
Wait, he thought of something and asked: "You just said that you were assigned by Archbishop Tarasius to come here to find me."
"Yes" Zhao Ziliang stood up and sighed: "I always thought that I hid my identity very well, but I didn't expect that she would still suspect me."
After being stunned for a while, Zhao Ziliang put away the scroll and stuffed it into his arms and walked out.
As he walked, he ordered: "Bart, clean up, leave no one behind."
"Yes" Bart agreed, looking at the people in the room with a ferocious look on his face.
When Zhao Ziliang and others all left, he closed the door behind his back.
"No, don't come over."
Several screams came from the house, each one ending abruptly.
When Zhao Ziliang and others walked out of the house, they met Zhang Huchen.
He reported: "The corpses here and all the houses have been checked.
No more survivors have been found.
The situation here should be discovered by guards in other prison areas soon.
We have to get out of here as soon as possible"
Zhao Ziliang nodded and waved: "Open the door, let's go":