Dawn of the Grey Tower

Some people are just unlucky. This bad luck may be temporary or long-term, but you can't get used to it.

Because when you force yourself to adapt to that kind of misfortune, you will find that even of course you will become uncertain, and your life will become a dangerous rope. Even if you walk on it proficiently, the danger below does exist. At any time, it may be overwhelming.

Russell is awake, but he prefers not to. Perhaps, he did not wake up, because his current physical state prevented his brain from completely distinguishing chaos and order. There was chaos in his brain, which could not form clear thoughts, and his proud thoughts disappeared without a trace.

Maybe that thing has never existed before, there is no soul consciousness at all, it's all just that this body has created a useful operating system for itself.

hand pain. Feet hurt. There is no pain in the whole body. The cold wind blew his body, his clothes had already been removed, and the robe symbolizing the identity of the mage was even missing. At this point, who can care about that suit?

The cold water was not warmed by body temperature, they were still flowing down the top of his head, making every gust of wind even more bitter. He wanted to wipe off the cold water, wanted to find a piece of clothing, but he couldn't move.

The sound of the chains sounded with his convulsions, and many chains almost hung him in mid-air instead of tied to the cross. The spy was really curious about where these instruments of torture came from. As far as he knew, the secret rites school would not use these things even when the wizard who needed to commit crimes spoke.

They make prisoners have no dignity. Masters emphasize dignity. In a sense, they are more important than those secular nobles. Because those so-called nobles only have blood origins, in order to maintain the illusion of packing, the bloodlines of nobles need to be handled carefully, but the mages are not, every mages have genuine knowledge, and they have a lot to do in the world. .

What was said in the ear, it was a pity that Russell couldn't understand it now. His ears were shrouded in noise and a sense of isolation, as if he couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or not.

The existence of the five senses has become an indeterminate state, and he can't even judge whether he is still alive or not, because his feelings now seem to be the same as those of a dead person. In this case, what he heard in his ear was a prayer.

No, in the City of Ten Thousand Dharma, the corpse is to be cremated, instead of using cold water to improve the taste of pork, he is not dead yet, he is not dead yet, but he is coming soon.

If the spy Russell has any abilities, it would be bad luck. Who would have thought that he would be treated like this in his own school? Here should be his friends, brothers, teachers and predecessors, they should have performed their duties under a common philosophy.

Unless, treating him like this is one of their responsibilities. That's interesting, because Russell doesn't remember what he committed a serious crime worthy of being so punished. Deprivation of thinking ability is second only to the death penalty for the mage.

The voice of speaking came again, still unable to enter Russell's mind. He remained unresponsive, like a dead man. I don’t know that after a long time, the noise in the ears began to fade away. This process lasted for a few minutes before Russell finally ushered in peace again, no longer being disturbed by those noises. At the same time, the voice repeated in the ears spread again. Come, he can tell this time.

"Damn it, I always forget to speak without dispelling the spell. It's a bad habit. Hey, can you hear? Is anyone? Is anyone home? Master Russell, the break is over."

The sound in the ears becomes clearer, and at the same time it brings about the restoration of the functions of the mind and eyes. The spy raised his head in confusion, like a child who had just woken up, completely unaware of what was going on. He soon knew. Valley

A man with a serious hunchback, one of his eyes was glowing with glass. The City of Ten Thousand Dharma can make fake eyes, but this person didn't use that thing. Not only the eyes, but a piece of his lips is missing, revealing teeth filled with some kind of yellow metal, reminiscent of the rotten teeth of a drunkard.

The hunchback has very few hair. Russell can see that most of his scalp does not fall off naturally. The burn scars cover the top of his head, burning the skin into a form that can no longer be regenerated. However, there is still a strand of greasy hair on the top of his forehead that was stubbornly left in the disaster, drawing a funny arc on his forehead.

The man used his thick fingers to poke Russell's eyelids away. He noticed that the hand had only four fingers, the little finger was missing, and it had disappeared neatly from the first knuckle near the palm of the hand.

Russell has heard of torture in the duny world, and finger removal is one of the common methods to extract a confession. Huozi's other hand is wrapped in a butcher-like leather glove. The glove has five finger tubes, but there is no guarantee that there are five fingers inside.

Not only the gloves are like butchers, the coarse cloth gown and the tarp apron that this man wears all remind people of slaughter. The dark stains on the clothes seem to tell the basis of these associations.

Butcher, no, camel, camel butcher started to check Russell's teeth after checking his eyes, it felt like he wanted to pull out the spy's teeth and put them in his mouth. There is no emotion, no pride, normal eyes are as indifferent as fake eyes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is like the eyes of a dead person, the eyes of a person who died in the night, there is only darkness in the pupils, and nothing can be reflected.

"Welcome back to the real world, Master Russell. Perhaps I should say that welcome to the real world is right, haha, it doesn't make a difference this year, right?"

Huozi laughed perfunctorily. He might want to behave evilly, but to be honest, he was not even interested in playing a villain. It felt like an apprentice who faced the next frog placed in front of him after dissecting a frog for three days and three nights, only indifferent.

"Gah, gah, uh, water..." Russell tried his best to spit out the word from his throat. Just saying a word made his lungs ache. Damn it, what the **** did these guys do to me.

"Water, oh yes, I should give you some water. But, I forgot, you see, my legs and feet are inconvenient, and getting water now will only waste time. So I think you might as well stick your tongue out and lick it. Around. The cold water is not very clean, but it should still be accessible. Besides, you don’t care about it now, right?"

The butcher waved his hand and said indifferently. He didn't seem to care about Russell's life or death, even if he could answer.

"Aha…"

Does Russell have any options? Obviously not. He could only lick the cold water as the camel said. Those waters must have magic. They were cold on his skin, cold on his tongue, and after entering the throat and falling into the stomach bag, it was still cold. If drinking strong alcohol is a fire line, then he is now Swallow an ice snake.

The pain in the lungs did not improve at all, and gastrointestinal colic was added. But at least he is not thirsty anymore.

"It's a pity to meet in this way. You can call me Rogello, the interrogator Rogello. I, like you, work for the secret rites school."