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Some people are very unlucky. This unlucky may be temporary or long-term, but you cannot get used to it. You cannot get used to it every time you hold hope but come to a bad end.

Because when you force yourself to adapt to that kind of misfortune, you will find that even taking it for granted will become uncertain. Life has become a rope of danger. Even if you walk on it skillfully, the danger below will indeed exist. At any time, it may be doomed.

Russell woke up, but he would rather not wake up. Perhaps, he did not wake up because his current physical condition made his mind unable to completely distinguish chaos from order. His mind was in chaos, and he could not form clear thoughts, and the proud thinking disappeared without a trace.

Maybe that thing has never existed, and there is no saying of soul consciousness at all. It’s just that this body has created a useful operating system for itself.

The hands, the feet, the pain, and there was no place in his body that was not hurt. The cold wind blew his body, and the clothes on his body had already been removed, and the outer robe that symbolized the identity of a mage was missing. At this point, who could care about that piece of clothing?

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

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

They make prisoners have no dignity, and mages emphasize dignity, which in a sense requires more than those secular nobles. Because those so-called nobles have only bloodlines, they need to be carefully dealt with in order to maintain the illusion of aristocratic bloodline, but mages are not. Every mage has real knowledge, and they have great potential in the secular world.

Someone said something in his ear, but unfortunately Russell couldn't hear it clearly now. His ears were shrouded in noise and a sense of isolation, just as he couldn't tell whether his eyes were opened.

The existence of the five senses has become an uncertain state, and he cannot even judge whether he is still alive, because his current feelings seem to be no different from those of the dead. In this case, he may even hear prayer in his ears.

No, in the City of All Laws, the corpse is to be cremated, instead of using cold water to compress the cold compress like in order to improve the taste of pork. He is not dead yet, but it is almost there.

If the spy Russell had any skills, it was unlucky. Who would have thought that he would be treated like this in his school? It should be his friends, brothers, teachers and seniors, who should have performed their duties under the common concept.

Unless, treating him like this is one of their responsibilities. That would be interesting, because Russell did not remember what he committed and deserved to be punished so much, deprived of his ability to think, for the mage, it was second only to the death penalty.

The voice of speaking came again, and it was still unable to be sent into Russell's mind. He still had no response, like a dead person. I don't know that after too long, the noise in his ears began to fade away. The process lasted for a few minutes before Russell finally calmed down again and was no longer harassed by those noises. At the same time, the repeated voice in his ears came again, and this time he could tell.

"Damn it, I always forgot to speak without removing the spell. It's such a bad habit. Hello, can you hear it? Is anyone? Is anyone at home? Master Russell, the rest time is over."

The sound in his ears became clear, and at the same time it brought about the recovery function of the mind and eyes. The spy raised his head in confusion, like a child who had just woken up, and had no idea what was going on. He knew very quickly.

A man with a severe hunchback, one of his eyes glowed with glass. The City of All Ways can make fake eyes that are fake, but this person did not use that thing. Not only his eyes, but his lips lacked a piece of his lips, revealing teeth that were filled with some yellow metal, which reminded people of the rotten teeth of an alcoholic.

Hump's hair was very few, and Russell could see most of his scalp, not falling off naturally. The burn scar covered the top of his head, burning his skin into something that could never be regenerated. However, there was a strand of greasy hair at the top of his forehead that was tenaciously left in the disaster, drawing a funny arc on his forehead.

The man used his thick fingers to peel off Russell's eyelids. He noticed that the hand had only four fingers, and his little finger was gone, and it disappeared neatly from the first knuckle close to the palm.

Russell has heard of torture in the world, and cutting off fingers is a common method of confession. The other hand of the hunch is wrapped in a butcher-like leather glove. The glove has five finger tubes, but it is not guaranteed to have five fingers inside.

Not only the gloves were like butchers, the coarse cloth gown and the tarp apron on the outside were all reminded of slaughter. The dark stains on the clothes seemed to tell the basis of these associations.

Butcher, no, camel, camel, after checking his eyes, the butcher began to check Russell's teeth. It felt like he wanted to pull the spy's teeth and put it in his mouth. There was no emotion or complacent, and the normal eyes were as cold as false eyes, as if the eyes of a dead person, the eyes of a person who died in the night, there was only darkness in his pupils, and nothing could be reflected.

"Welcome back to the real world, Master Russell. Maybe I should say, welcome to the real world, haha, there is no difference in this day and age, right?"

The camel laughed perfunctorily. He might have wanted to act evil, but to be honest, he lacked interest in playing a villain. It felt like he was dissecting the frog for three days and three nights and then facing the next frog placed in front of him, only indifferent.

"Ga, gah, um, water..." Russell tried his best to spit out this word from his throat. Just saying one word made his lungs so painful. Hell, what did these guys do to me?

"Water, oh, yes, it's time to give you some water. But, I forgot, look, my legs are inconvenient, and getting water now will only waste time. So I think you might as well stick your tongue out and lick around you. Although the cold water is not very clean, it should still be able to enter. Besides, you shouldn't care about these things now, right?"

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

“Haha…”

Does Russell have any choice? Obviously not. He could only lick the cold water as the camel said. The water must have magic. They are cold on his skin, cold on his tongue, and cold after entering the throat and falling into the stomach bag. If drinking intense alcohol is a fire line, then he is now swallowing an ice snake.

Ranwen

The pain in the lungs did not improve at all, and it also added to the colic of the stomach. But at least he was no longer thirsty.
Chapter completed!