Although Gawain considers himself a satellite spirit who has traveled through time and space and has sufficient insight and endurance, every time he encounters something related to Tyr, he still can't help but think, "What the hell is going on in this world?" "There is such a weird species", just like now, looking at Miss Siren lying on the pool in the form of a large sea demon staring at him with big eyes and small eyes, he is particularly entangled in whether he should go through it first. Sancheck is better to restore blood first.
Because Tyr has been using healing spells - in order to hang the prisoner's life.
As for what Amber said about some of Tyr's tentacles having a spiritual inspiration effect, Gawain didn't feel it - he felt that this was probably similar to the principle of being immune to the mental interference of gods. Many forces in the world that interfere with human sanity have no effect on him.
"Now... let us say hello to the guests," Gawain looked at Tire with trembling eyes for a long time before finally turning his attention away from the sea witch and looking at the man being The tentacles were tied tightly, and it looked like the prisoner was only breathing his last few breaths. "What is your name? What is your identity? What is your purpose?"
Clement raised his head with difficulty and said, The moment he saw Gawain, he realized what had happened, and the terrifying creature that bound him gave up all his thoughts of survival, but this did not mean that he would cooperate honestly: " No comments..."
Amber was waiting for the old man's words, and immediately came up from the side: "His name is Clement - but he is disguised as a man named Duke. "The royal mage."
"Duke..." Gawain didn't know the specific personnel of Francis II's mission to the border, but after a little thought, he guessed that this pretender had probably always been there. Lurking next to the dead king, his expression became subtle, "So, your mission is to kill the king? You and the forces behind you want to sabotage this peace negotiation?"
Clement closed He closed his eyes and made a gesture of not preparing to answer, while Solderin on the other side came to Gawain's side and whispered a few words.
"You pretend to be a mage, but you are actually a druid," Gawain looked at Clement and said calmly, "I think I know who you are - the end of all things. A dead man, that’s right.”
Clement finally answered: “Whatever you say, you can’t possibly understand our great cause.”
“ That's actually what happened," Gawain nodded, "I never intended to understand your cause from the beginning, I just wanted you all to disappear, Clay... Mente, right? It is indeed beyond my expectations. I admit that I underestimated you - I always thought that you were just rats stirring up trouble in a dark corner, but I didn't expect that you would dare to make trouble on such a big matter... Let me make a bold assumption, Since you can go to the border to assassinate the king, you must also take action within the kingdom?"
Clement just sneered at this and had no intention of answering at all.
This made Gawain a little embarrassed: he knew that the old man in front of him was not amazing in appearance (the appearance of this old man may not be real, after all, the believers of the Death Society are good at changing body forms) I am afraid they are high-level members of the Society for the Death of All Things. This kind of high-level cultists not only have great strength, but also have extraordinary aspirations. Ordinary interrogation methods have no effect on these people, even spells involving the soul. It may not be able to break through their mental defenses.
It would be nice if this was an eternal sleeper - Gawain could still find a way to hack into the opponent's mind, but this is a fallen druid, and the situation makes it impossible to do anything.
But just when Gawain was struggling, Tyr suddenly broke the silence in the pool: "Maybe... I can make him cooperate a little."
Gawain's eyebrows slightly raised. Shangyang: "Oh?"
"But this method is one-time." Tyr spread his hands, and some of his free tentacles also spread out, "At least according to what we have learned from those who call themselves 'Son of the Storm' For tests on people, this method can only be used once, and then the person dies. "...You monster!" Clement finally had some ideas after hearing Tire's words. Touched, he struggled and shouted, "What do you want to do?"
"You should not be qualified to call others monsters," Gawain glanced at Clement, and then thought for a moment After a while, he finally made up his mind, "Tyr, I leave it to you."
Although Gawain is trying to establish a controllable force from within the Eternal Sleeper, he knows that for most of the extremely crazy and extreme For fanatical cultists, saving and fighting are meaningless attempts, especially for Clement, a believer in the Society of Death. The only suitable way to deal with it is to let Tire try her "one-time" means".
With Gawain's instruction, the sea demon's body in Tyr's lower body immediately split into several new tiny tentacles, which spread toward Clement, and the cultist finally realized the hugeness. As danger approached, he began to struggle more violently - but all his struggles were no match for those tentacles that had tightly bound him and were still floating with the light of strange runes. After just a few breaths, those new, The tiny tentacles had already spread to the vicinity of his neck...
But at this moment, Amber, who was standing next to Gawain, suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"
Tyr stopped in confusion, and Gawain turned to look at Amber: "What's wrong?"
Amber seemed to be quite hesitant, but finally took a step forward and looked up at Tyr: "I also have a question to ask him... Can you let this man hold on for a little longer?"
"Yes," Tire nodded, "He will be alive until your questioning ends. "
Gawain glanced at Amber curiously, and then looked at Tyr: "Very good, let's get started."
Clement used.He was twisting and struggling with all his strength, and seemed to be on the verge of despair, but even so, he was still yelling and cursing loudly, with a surprisingly loud voice: "You will have to pay the price one day! You are not even worthy of being God's meal." Point! You are only worthy of becoming the remnants of God’s desperation! I will not give in!”
In this curse, there are several filth. The lavender magic halo and the smooth and cold tentacles began to spread upward along Clement's neck, and drilled into the latter's ears little by little, sticking to the latter's scalp. Unimaginable fear and mental pressure gripped Clement. In Clement's heart, endless illusions seemed to appear in his mind, and the illusory sound of the waves echoed in his ears. There were countless indistinguishable low murmurs hidden in the layers of waves. In his voice, he recalled all the terrible legends about the deep sea - the end of the endless storm, the dark and chaotic deep sea, the palace of the storm lord, the banquet hall where sea demons and sea monsters carnival...
The eyes of this Cult of the Death of All Things widened. At the last moment of maintaining self-awareness, he suddenly flinched. He felt that he had seen a scene more tragic and terrifying than death. That scene made him want to surrender—— But he has no chance.
The tentacles have penetrated into his ear holes, scalp and even eyes. The brain of this cultist of the death of all things has lost the ability to think freely.
Tier looked down at Clement, who finally calmed down, and shook his head: "I don't know what your gods like to eat, but your gods should all be delicious."
Even Gawain felt that what happened in front of him gave him goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't help but murmured when he looked at Clement's strange state and Tyr's creepy tentacles. : "Can't you make this scene a little... gentler?"
Tier thought for a while: "I can turn the tentacles into pink."
"Still Forget it..." Gawain quickly waved his hand, then looked at Clement, "Can I ask him now?"
"You can do it at any time," Tire nodded slightly, "but try to use the words as accurately as possible. Some, it will be more efficient to get the answer."
Gawain hummed and came to Clement: "Is Francis II really dead?"
< p>The skin on Clement's face trembled, and a low and hoarse voice came from his throat: "I...killed him with my own hands..."Gawain continued to ask: "Eh? Is Prince Demont your accomplice? He is controlled by the All-Death Society?"
"Edmund...Moen...needs the throne of Anzu, he is from the All-Death Society... Collaborators..."
"Collaborators, not who controls whom..." Gawain frowned. It was surprising to get the exact news about Prince Edmund's patricide from Clement. , but besides being surprised, he was more puzzled, "What does Edmund want to do? Just to usurp the throne?"
This is what he most confused.The white part - Francis II is old and Prince Edmund is the first heir to the throne. The talented prince does not need to take such an extreme step. Why does he have to wait until Francis II conducts border negotiations? To make such a shocking move, and even to cooperate with the cultists of the Society for the Death of All Things? !
Probably because the question was a little more complicated this time, Clement hesitated for a few seconds before slowly answering: "...Edmund...not only wants to be the king of the Second Dynasty. ...He wants...the glory of the First Dynasty, wants...the prosperity of Ansu, and what he wants is...the true kingship."
Clement muttered a few more times. sentence, and then a strange smile appeared on his face: "Naive and stupid chess piece..."
This must be the true evaluation of Prince Edmund by this cultist of the Mortal Death Society.
Hearing Clement’s answer, not only did Gawain show a thoughtful look on his face, but Solderin next to him also thought of many things in an instant.
"The true royal power..." The high-level ranger frowned and looked into Gawain's eyes, "That's why he did these things after leaving the royal capital?!"
p>Gawain just sighed, and then thought of something.
He immediately asked: "Is Silas Laurent an insider?!"
"Silas Laurent...is loyal to...Edmund? Moen..."
As expected!
Silas Lauren’s allegiance is not to the king! But Edmund! But why?
Perhaps... the Duke of the East is actually loyal to "Moen", the real royal power of Ansu, rather than the puppet royal family supported by the Northern Family?
Gawain reasoned about Silas Lauren's position based on the logic that a great nobleman of this era might possess. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly asked a new question: "Peace on the border Has the agreement been signed?"
"It has been signed..."
After hearing this crucial answer, Gawain took a breath and asked after pondering for a few seconds. The last decisive question: "Are there any of your people... around Emperor Typhon?"
Clement's face trembled violently, and he squeezed out one word from his throat: "... ...Yes."
"I understand..." All the doubts have been answered, and all the mysteries seem to be solved. Gawain has always been able to feel the cloud of war hanging over Ansu's head. But now he finally sees the truth of this dark cloud, "Edmund, and you, what you want is not the war between Typhon and Anzu at all... What you want is the second Anzu Civil War! ! ”