From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 128 My Name Is Quinn, The Lord's Servant (4K)

In the dark cell, Fetrol opened his eyelids with difficulty, and a ray of sunlight came through the cracks in the bars, reflecting the moldy straw and reptiles all over the ground.

He knew that a new day had begun, and he would have to face those people again to torture him to extract a confession. The whip marks on his face were still oozing blood, and the wounds on his body were still aching.

Since they were detained, they have not stopped torturing Fetrol, trying to obtain information from him about the Khanna Territory.

Fetrol was also considered stubborn, and he kept his neck shut, but he didn't know how long this kind of life would last, let alone how long he could last under the torture of various instruments of torture.

"If the lord knows that I have been detained, will he find a way to save me?" His chapped lips could no longer be opened, and his voice was so weak that only he could hear it.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he shook his head mockingly. The one who detained him was a nobleman. Although he had an official position, he was still a commoner. How could the baron offend a nobleman of the same status for him?
He shook his eyelids, and for some reason, his thoughts went back to that day, when he officially became the financial officer of the Karna Land, Hevian, the political officer, patted him on the shoulder and told him not to disappoint the baron's expectations...

I can be considered to have done it, did not reveal any useful information, did not disappoint the baron, and picked myself out of the refugee pile to entrust him with a heavy responsibility.

"crash"

There was a sound of iron chains.

Fetrol knew that someone was opening the door without looking. Every day, someone would open the door and hang him out, and then throw him back like a dead dog after being tortured.

"squeak"

The cell door was opened, and two jailers with grim faces came up to him and looked down at him. One was holding a whip and the other was holding a rope, which was still stained with blood. A dead soul is on top.

Fetrol's face was bleak, and he was a little scared, but he still didn't mean to give in, so he died, anyway, his wife had already fallen on the way to escape, and he was already alone, so it didn't matter.

"Teisha, can I meet you in the kingdom of the Lord?"

An ordinary face came to mind, subconsciously diluting his fear of death.

"Heh, bitch, I'll ask you one last time if you want to say something, or if you don't, I'll send you on your way today."

The man with the whip in his hand kicked Fetrol, his tone was cold, and the temperature in the cell seemed to drop a few degrees.

Fetrol frowned, he kicked his own wound, but he didn't mean to answer, instead he closed his eyes, expressing his ignorance and disdain to the fullest.

The jailer was furious, and raised the whip in his hand angrily. The moment he was about to whip it down, he was stopped by the people next to him.

The man shook his head: "Forget it, if you really want to kill the adults, you won't give us good fruit to eat."

He squatted down and said to Fetrol: "You are lucky, go out with us."

Fetrol was stunned by what the other party said?Didn't you want to kill yourself? What kind of tricks are you playing?
He felt that the shackles on his feet were unlocked, and then the two of them set themselves up and almost dragged them out of the prison door. He opened his eyes and saw a series of prison doors passing by in front of him.

The dark and damp passage was full of wailing and moaning, which aggravated his already fading fear.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a door emitting light appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help being stunned. Is this the door leading to the Kingdom of God?

Long-term torture and malnutrition have made the poor man hallucinate.

"Leave it here."

"Okay, it's really bad luck, it's a waste of my time."

The jailer vented a few words of dissatisfaction, and threw Fetrol on the ground.

The pain when his body was in contact with the ground brought Fetrol back to reality, his eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, and the bright sunlight greeted his eyes, which was a little stinging.

"My lord, my lord has come out."

Excited voices rang in my ears, and a group of ragged people who looked like refugees swarmed up. They were detained followers, more than 100 people.

But their life is much better than that of Fetrol. Although they were thrown into the prison, apart from being hungry, they just accepted some torture and left them alone.

"Am I... am I hallucinating?"

Fetrol whispered softly.

"No, my lord. We were released, and the lord saved us." The people around said in a hurry.

"Is it over? They were cheating on me." Fetrol twitched the corner of his mouth. He wanted to laugh, but the wound on his face hurt when he moved.

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe or the eyes hurt by the sunlight.Then he tilted his head and passed out...

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When he woke up again, he was jolted awake. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a carriage, driving very slowly, but the road conditions were obviously not very good, very bumpy.

The pain in his body was no longer so strong, and he gained some strength. He lifted the blanket covering his body, and opened the curtain of the carriage with trembling hands.

What he saw was a red goshawk flag fluttering in the wind, his heart was relieved immediately, he knew it was the flag of the second battalion.

His eyes moved down and landed on the driver who was driving the car. It was a soldier in a green military uniform, and there were many people in the same military uniform in front of him.

They lined up neatly, walked vigorously, carried their long spears on their shoulders, and fought bullfighting, majestic and majestic.

"The lord sent troops?"

Fetrol was taken aback.

At this time, the coachman also found Fetrol who had woken up. He smiled and said, "Your Excellency is finally awake. Please sit down. We will arrive in Doman City soon."

"Excuse me, how long did I sleep and how did I come back?"

"Well, you have been asleep for two or three days. You were brought back by the baron. I couldn't bear to look at the wound on your body when you just came back. Fortunately, there is a healing potion, otherwise you wouldn't have Then recover quickly."

The coachman was a middle-aged man. While controlling the speed, he turned his head to respond, and his words were accompanied by rich facial expressions.

"How much did you pay for it?" Fetrol was startled, the first thing he thought was that the lord spent money to redeem them, which is also a kind of convention among the nobles.

But the price of redemption is very high. According to the coachman, everyone has been redeemed. He was moved. Which nobleman would spend money to redeem a group of civilians?
Who would have thought that the coachman laughed, pointed at the team in front of him with a whip in his hand, and said proudly: "What money do we need? This is our confidence. The second battalion army is overwhelming, and the baron captured Baron Blaise. A large amount of property was exchanged for it.

You don't know, that scene..."

The coachman babbled, his face was full of excitement, but it fell into Fetrol's ears like thunder on the ground. The baron sent troops, and sent troops to another nobleman.

And the baron was captured alive!

He suddenly felt that something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak. At this moment, he felt that all the hardships he had suffered these days were worth it...

On the other side, Blaise, who was badly injured, also woke up in his castle, but now his whole body is a large resentment transmitter. was angered.

Blaise's eyes were full of resentment, and his right sleeve was empty. Not only was he defeated, but he was also disabled.

He could think that he had become a laughing stock, that he would live in the shadow of Black's name for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, the anger and murderous intent on his body almost condensed into substance.

"bang bang bang"

There was a knock on the door, and the chief knight said cautiously: "My lord, a strange man came outside and wanted to see you, he said..."

"Snapped"

Before he finished speaking, Blaise stretched out his only left hand and grabbed the porcelain teapot next to him and slammed it over, hitting the door and breaking into a pile of fragments.

Blaise roared a little madly: "Let him go, I don't see anyone now, I want to see my jokes, don't I!"

The chief knight was frightened, but he still bite the bullet and said: "You misunderstood my lord, but the man said that there is a way to connect your arm. I want to ask you if you want to try it."

Blaise was stunned when he heard this, can he connect his arm?
If someone could take his arm right now, he would give anything.

His anger subsided a little, he pondered for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Take him to see the Lord, and tell him, if it can't be done, I will bury him as fertilizer."

Cold sweat dripped from the chief knight's head, and he quickly took orders.

Soon, he knocked on the door again, and after getting permission, he brought a person in.

At this time, the room had been cleaned, and Blaise also sat up half-dressed, and no matter what, he needed to maintain noble etiquette.

He cast his eyes on the person next to the chief knight. This person was dressed strangely. The weather was getting hotter, but he was wearing a black robe, which was tightly wrapped from head to toe, and his breath was a bit cold, like A dormant poisonous snake.

"Hmph, are you shameless? You're so tightly dressed." Blaise asked with some displeasure in his heart.

The man bowed his body and said in a hoarse voice: "My lord Baron misunderstood, I was afraid to frighten you."

Blaston laughed angrily at him, and said coldly: "I have been in the northern border for several years, and I have killed countless people. Why haven't I seen it? Could it be that you are an evil spirit crawling out of hell?"

The man in black didn't say anything after hearing the words, but stretched out a pair of pale, thin hands like branches, and slowly pulled down the hood on his head.

Braston's eyes widened for a moment, what kind of face was that under the hood?Not a speck of skin can be seen on his face, only bright red muscles can be seen.

The eye sockets are empty, there are no eyeballs, the nose has been flattened, the scalp has been peeled off, and the pale skull can already be seen.Is a faceless man.

When he lay down on the ground, no one would think that he was a living person, but rather a skinned corpse.

The chief knight's reaction was slightly better, because he had seen it before when he searched outside, and he only thought that the other party had been burned.

Brace took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said, "Who are you? How dare you boast that you can connect with the Lord's arm when you look like a ghost?"

The muscles on the face of the faceless man moved, and he said hoarsely: "My lord, my name is Quinn, and I am the servant of the Lord. I don't have the ability to heal your arm, but my master can."

The chief knight's eyes widened in astonishment, that's not what he said before.

"Your master? Who is he and where is he? As long as my arm can be cured, as long as I have it, I can give it in exchange."

"My master is omniscient and omnipotent, this is not a problem for him."

"You mean your master is a god?" Blaston laughed angrily at him. No matter which church worships the gods, he has never heard of miracles to save the wounded and sick. This person is obviously Playing with himself, after all, he himself looks like a bird.

Just as he wanted the chief knight to pull him down to bury the flowers, the faceless man nodded and said, "My master is indeed an all-knowing and omnipotent supreme god, and He has many ways to heal you.

As a servant of the Lord, it was He who guided me to come here, rescue the lost lamb and guide him back to the embrace of the Lord. "

"You still want me to become a believer? If your Lord can really heal me, so what if you become his believer?" Blaise sneered, he didn't believe it at all.

Quinn smiled. Although there was no facial expression, only criss-crossing muscles, he felt that the other party was smiling.

He said confidently: "Please let the idlers go out, I will let you see the power of the Lord, and suggest a way to cure you."

The chief knight was furious immediately, there were only three people present, wasn't that the idler talking about him?

Just when he thought that the baron would not accept such a rude request, Blaise directly asked him to wait outside.

"My lord, in case he is uneasy..."

"Hmph, then I'll burn him to death." Brace looked at Quinn coldly and said.

The chief knight stared at Quinn angrily, and then backed out.

"You made a right choice, now I will let you see the power of the Lord."

Suddenly, two jet-black lights appeared in Quinn's empty eye sockets, and Braston felt that his mind was in a trance for a moment, but he felt it carefully but found nothing.

When he looked at Quinn again, he found that Quinn's body had already exuded a white light, shining on him, and it was warm. He felt that the rib broken by Ryan was recovering quickly, and the broken arm was also itchy, as if Something is drilling out.

"This is……"

"This is the power of the Lord, my lord, as long as I have a fresh arm ready, I can connect it for you at any time." Quinn said with a strange spell in his hand.

"A living arm? My arm has been broken for several days, how could it still be alive?" Blaise said angrily.

"Hehe, you don't necessarily need your own arm, as long as the arm of someone connected to your blood is also fine, as long as it is fresh and alive."

Quinn smiled strangely, but the gloomy words fell into Blaise's ears, but they were full of temptation...

　I was drunk last night, so the update has been postponed until now.I also ask readers to calm down...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)