Chapter 512 - 265: Honey and Blades

With this punch, the Boarman spit out blood, lying on the ground with a face full of pain, unable to get up for a moment.

Luo De had no interest in bullying such weak Boarmen; he only acted to set an example.

"Gang Le, tell Lawrence."

Luo De took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and instructed: "Send these Boarmen to the quarry for now, treat them with the most lowly treatment reserved for serious convict slaves."

"No problem, my Lord."

Gang Le grinned, cheerfully responding, eyes mocking the Boarmen.

"Let me tell you, Frost Leaf Town not only has honey, but also sharp blades."

Luo De’s gaze swept over all the Alien Race,

"Submit, and you’ll have a good life. If not, I can still squeeze the last drop of oil from your bodies."

As Luo De’s words fell, the Snow Rabbit People and Yak People knelt down successively.

The remaining Alien Race, seeing this, also crawled on the ground one after another.

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...

Griffin City.

Inside the guest room on the second floor of the Warm Light Tavern.

Warm sunlight shone through the window lattice onto his face.

Lawrence turned over, his handsome face showing a trace of pain, then stretched lazily with his eyes closed.

The alcohol from last night was still flowing through his veins, coupled with the mad demands of the middle-aged woman, leaving Lawrence with a splitting headache.

He stretched out his hand to rub his temples but found his arm couldn’t move at all.

"Lady Susanna, we’re still playing..."

Lawrence spoke with a fawning smile, slowly opening his eyes.

Suddenly awake.

He discovered that he was tightly bound to a chair, the rough hemp rope cutting into his flesh.

Where was the charming lady in the room?

"Awake?"

A deep voice came from the shadows.

Lawrence turned his head, his pupils instantly dilating.

A figure in a black robe, wearing a mask, was staring at him.

Playing with a dagger in his hand, he slowly walked in front of him.

"No... don’t kill me..."

Lawrence’s voice trembled, "I’ll give you all my Gold Coins!"

"I don’t want money."

The masked shadow spoke, "I want to talk to you."

He walked up to Lawrence, the dagger gently stroking the bard’s cheek.

"Please, don’t hurt my face. I’ll discuss anything you want!"

Lawrence pleaded nervously.

"I like humans like you,"

The shadow asked in a low voice, "Among the lady you serve, there’s a spy by her side. Tell me his name."

"I serve many ladies..."

Lawrence was halfway through speaking when he suddenly woke up, "You mean Lady Susanna?"

The shadow did not answer, continuing to press, "I want his name and description."

"I... I don’t know..."

Lawrence said tearfully, "I’m just a bard... occasionally serving her..."

The shadow suddenly covered Lawrence’s mouth, the dagger quickly slashed across Lawrence’s chest, a bright red mark immediately seeped out.

"Since I came to you, you should understand, I already know you are her most favored lover."

The shadow calmly said, "I’ll give you one more chance, tell me the name."

Saying this, the dagger pressed against Lawrence’s face.

Fear brought tears to Lawrence’s eyes.

He thought of Lady Red Griffin’s gentle embrace, of those beautiful nights.

But compared to his own face, none of these mattered.

After all, without a face, he would lose everything.

"I’ll tell..."

Lawrence lowered his voice, almost whispering: "I haven’t seen him, I’ve only heard from her guards reporting, he’s called Sam."

"Very good."

The shadow nodded approvingly, "Continue, the Knight, guards, and servants closest to Susanna."

"Weren’t you only asking about the spy?" Lawrence’s eyes widened.

"Just now I bought your face, now I’m buying your life." The shadow said calmly.

"...Alright."

Lawrence’s bottom line was like a piece of window paper, once pierced, it was gone,

"Susanna trusts Knight Kotaron the most."

"Also... Baron Bolton."

"The steward Frank is also ambiguous with Susanna; he manages all her assets."

"And head maid Marian."

Lawrence’s voice grew smaller.

"She knows all Susanna’s secrets, including routine and dietary habits."

"I don’t know about the guards, but those by her side are her trusted aides, at least there’s Lelo..."

Lawrence had no hesitation, spilling everything he knew.

"Very good, you’ve done well."

The shadow nodded in satisfaction.

"Then can you..."

Lawrence hadn’t finished speaking before suddenly feeling a sharp pain at the back of his neck, then tilted his head and fell onto the chair.

Afterward, the shadow stood up, lightly knocked on the door three times with two long and one short.

Before long, a bartender cautiously pushed the door open,

"Sir, is the interrogation finished?"

The shadow nodded, "He told me everything. Then you help me write it down to pass to your chief, I can’t write."

"No problem!"

The bartender quickly took out a piece of rag and charcoal pencil.

"Sam..."

The shadow revealed each name, the bartender swiftly wrote them down.

A moment later, the bartender finished writing and tucked it into his own bosom.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir. Should I cover for your exit?" the bartender asked cautiously.

"No need,"

The shadow looked at Lawrence on the chair, "You arrange for him to be sent away, temporarily imprisoned, don’t let news leak."

"No problem, sir."

The bartender nodded heavily in response, his face full of smiles.

The task was finally completed.

Then the shadow moved closer to the window, disappearing gradually in the bartender’s shocked eyes.

Too frightening.

The bartender couldn’t help but think.

The Lord really didn’t know how he subdued these Lynx-like Alien Race; if they wanted to steal, no one could stop them.