Twenty Sided Dice

When Feizak opened his eyes again, he saw Siegel sitting across from him. The young man was looking at him curiously, as if a benefactor was looking at a beautiful woman, giving people goosebumps. He tried to move, but found that he couldn't use his strength, and he couldn't feel his fingers or toes. A thick and long rope tied Feizak firmly, but he could still speak without a rag on his mouth.

"Don't shout." Siegel said, "I don't think you're that stupid."

"I fell into your hands." Feizak nodded, then looked into the captive's eyes and said, "What do you want, say it. But please tell me first, can I still live?"

"Maybe." Siegel said, "It depends on your cooperation."

The one-eyed old man nodded again. He saw the familiar furnishings around him and knew that he was lying in the warehouse of the grocery store. There are various goods piled up here, and the walls are thicker than other places to protect against rain and snow. It's a good place for interrogation and silence, because pliers, files, and hammers can be found nearby, and there's no fear of being heard yelling. There are also plenty of chests and sacks, which can easily fit corpses in. I'm so old that I can't even fit in a pocket, Feizak thought.

"Tell me who you are." Siegel asked, "Tell me the truth."

"I'm Feizach Ornest. I've always been honest." The old man smiled: "I'm from Waterdeep City. I was a prisoner and a slave in the Battle of the Great River. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Siegel shook his head: "You lied. Why didn't you get poisoned?"

Because I was trained to tolerate poison, it was a painful memory, the old man thought. All kinds of poisons, some that make people vomit, have diarrhea, fever, talk nonsense, and whimper, but I have never heard of one that makes people paralyzed from the neck down. "God bless me, I want to live a little longer for this immortal. How did I get poisoned?"

"You shouldn't rummage through my things and try to take my ID," Siegel said. "You should also get rid of the habit of biting things with your teeth,"

"I'm old, I can't change it." Feizak shook his head: "Can I still have a chance to change it? If I had to choose again, I would stay far away from Makabuta, maybe go to the League of Southern Lords. Great idea. Lots of sunshine, rich farmland, and women with big butts. It's too late to say anything, in the orc grocer, like a stupid broken doll who can't even scratch his nose ."

"You know, I didn't want to kill you." Siegel took out the dragon tooth dagger and groped it in his hand.

"I don't want to ask other people's thoughts for a long time, there are too many lies and cover-ups." Feizak said: "You have a good dagger, do you know where it should be pierced?"

Siegel tapped Fezak's neck, heart, and navel with a dagger, then said, "What advice do you have?"

"Heart, clean and tidy, and die happily."

"You shouldn't have died here like this," Siegel said, "in such a stench city."

"Where else can I be? I wanted to find a comfortable place, but then I thought that it was all burned in the Battle of the Great River." Feizac sighed: "What are you waiting for? The money is under the cabinet. , but I'll run as soon as I get it, they'll come."

"Who are they?" Siegel stabbed the floor with a dagger, making small holes easily.

"You want to know the information, okay, just please give me a good time with that fine dagger." Feizak said: "It's getting more and more difficult to inquire about the information now, those slave owners have become very strict, and the generals are very strict. The manager is also reluctant to talk much, each mouth is like a virgin's legs, you must use more gold to separate, do you know why?"

"what happened?"

"It is said that the skinning warlords Waga and Tiezu have had a lot of trouble over the distribution of the loot, and they have already set up a battle to fight." Feizak said: "There have been many messengers these days, it is estimated that they came to ask Lord Three Eyes. At the cusp of this storm, the three-eyed adults don't speak, and the others can only tremble, and no one is willing to open their mouths. Murderer."

"When will the people from Waterdeep come?" Siegel asked suddenly.

Feizak didn't change his face, the muscles in his face didn't twitch at all, he just avoided his eyes and stopped looking directly into Siegel's eyes. "The army of Waterdeep City can't come to the City Wall Mountains, and they will never be seen in this life."

Siegel squatted down, pointed to Feizak's belly, and said, "It's a miracle that you have survived until now, but the poison is still there. If you continue like this, you will die very long and painfully."

"I know." The old man said, "Give me a knife."

"It's not necessarily dead, I have an antidote." Siegel shook his head, took out a small salt shaker and shook it, and decided to continue pressing: "You haven't said what I want to know. Who is the Faceless, he What are you going to do?"

"Who?" the old man asked back.

"Say it, and you can live."

"Stinky boy, you are asking a question that I can answer!" Feizak's mouth was still very strict, and he didn't reveal anything.

"I know you're a spy in Waterdeep, and I know what the Faceless is going to do." Siegel smirked with a crooked corner of his mouth: "I just want to know how you guys connect. Look, even if you don't tell me, they If I can't connect, naturally I can't complete the work, but isn't my bounty one less? Since you've been exposed, what are you still insisting on?"

"What are you talking about?" Feizak squeezed out a wry smile: "Damn it, my stomach starts to hurt."

Siegel nodded: "Yes, then the pain will spread to your whole body, but you still can't move, you can only bear it silently. You won't die until 8 hours later." Siegel shook the bottle, Then he said, "After a while, even the antidote won't be able to cure you."

"Hmph, then I still have 8 hours. It's better to be in pain than to be with a stupid and crazy paranoid." Feizak breathed rapidly through his nose and made a humming sound, which seemed to be in pain. It was already unbearable. But he didn't mean to beg for mercy at all, and he was ready to die.

"You'll be screaming in pain in a while, I can't take that risk." Siegel raised his hand suddenly, and the dagger disappeared between Feizak's ribs. Red blood trickled down Siegel's wrist, dripping onto the old man's trousers.

"Any last words?" Siegel asked.

"The gods have mercy, let him run away." Feizak finally prayed, hoping that the Faceless would not appear in the grocery store.

Siegel knocked Feizak **** the forehead, knocking him unconscious, then opened his teeth and fed the antidote from the bottle. Afterwards, he tied Feizak's mouth with a strip of cloth to prevent him from making any sound.

This is a stubborn old man who is unwilling to sell any information even when he is dying. Siegel admires him very much. It was only because of pity that the Raven, the familiar, was not allowed to attack at first, but it was because of this pity that he discovered the true identity of the grocer. Through Raven's eyes, he saw the letter sent by the messenger, including the note deciphered by Feizak, without a word. At this time, Siegel knew that Feizak was a spy in Waterdeep City, and he would not kill him. But the poisoning in the bag was earlier, and even if Siegel saw it, he was powerless to stop it. Fortunately, he used the blood magician's paralyzing toxin, which is the casting material of the blood-red paralyzing tentacles. Ordinary people will die quickly if they eat it directly without detoxification immediately. But since Feizak had survived the most dangerous period, and it took so long to start feeling abdominal pain, Siegel's antidote just had time to work.

According to the blood magician's notes, it only takes a few hours for the skin to be in contact with toxins to relieve the paralysis, but in the case of taking the toxins, in addition to taking the antidote, bloodletting is also essential, so it takes at least three days to recover. Siegel speculates that the Faceless may be the Blood Knight Count Maxime, or at least related to him.

Throwing the bag full of poisonous powder into the stove, Siegel closed the door of the grocery store. He found ink, sulfur powder, glutinous rice glue, a wad of cobweb, candles, sponge blocks, and a few eggs, and began to mix the potions according to the knowledge he had learned in the alchemy course. Alchemy can play a big role in situations where you dare not use magic. He wants to mix a dyeing pigment that is not afraid of water~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to make a tattoo on his body. There is a method of making blood gel in blood magic, which is their common hemostatic product, but it is also used as a molding material.

Siegel tried his makeup to look like a one-eyed daddy for five hours. Fortunately, he could add a blindfold to cover half of his face, otherwise his work would be even more difficult. Maybe Janet could do the job better, as the novice Siegel wasn't quite there yet. Thanks to the painting skills he has acquired in drawing the magic circle, and more with the help of waterproof paint, he can barely make himself look like that. As long as he doesn't meet someone he knows very well, Siegel thinks he can get away with it.

He has been observing the action patterns of the guards and the witch priests, trying to figure out the thoughts of the orcs. He didn't use any magic all over his body, so naturally he wouldn't attract the attention of the witch sacrifice. As long as they carry good weapons and look like they are not to be messed with, those guards will not easily cause trouble. In this way, whether it is to go out to inquire about information or stay in the grocery store, he can do it with ease.

Feizak opened his eyes again, and he was a little surprised that he was still alive. He was still tightly bound and had a cloth tucked in his mouth, but he was no longer completely paralyzed. He could feel a tingling sensation in his left flank, and every breath made him frown in pain.

The dagger passed between the fourth and fifth ribs, avoiding the location of the heart, and the wound must be treated with medicine, otherwise blood loss alone can kill people. Feizak couldn't guess the purpose of that "Soth" until he saw a man dressed up like himself walking in.

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