The Book of Hibernation

A few minutes ago, the two executioners unshackled Dong Ji, removed him from the interrogation chair, brought him back to the cell, and put him on the bed.

The executioner brought a bowl of water and brought it to Dongji's mouth.Winter Thistle was awake. He glanced at the water bowl, but shut his mouth and refused to drink.

"You are so strange," the executioner sighed, "You were polite when you talked to us, and you looked very sensible. We treat you better, but you don't accept... What's wrong with you? Awkward, are half-elves like this?"

Winter Thistle just shook her head, but still didn't answer.

In fact, he can't make a sound at all now, he hasn't drank water for too long, his throat is already very uncomfortable after talking so much before, and now it hurts like being roasted by fire, but when he saw the water sent to his mouth, He always thought of ale in a tin mug.

The interrogator also gave him water before, but he refused to drink.The interrogator saw countless people and knew that he was afraid of being poisoned, so he took a sip himself first, but Winter Thistle still refused to drink.

His eyes were straight, and his mood was already not quite right.His rejection of the bowl of water was not rational at all.

The executioner shook his head, walked out of the cell, and the interrogator came in instead.

The interrogator was a little skinny old man, he didn't look dignified at all.He stood in front of the bed in the cell, with a helpless expression on his face: "Don't cry. It's over, it's over."

Winter Thistle tilted her head slightly to look at him.Although Dongji kept his mouth shut and said nothing, his tears kept pouring out, and there were tear stains all over his face.

The interrogator continued: "It's really over. I am a very disciplined person. There is a limit on the time for a prisoner's alone interrogation. Today's time limit is up."

He stopped and thought for a while, and then said: "It's all business, and we have to rest and get off work. So you see, I really didn't deliberately make it difficult for you, and we knew in advance that you are a mage, so we deliberately formulated a slightly 'polite' A little way. You should be able to understand, right?"

Winter Thistle did know what he meant.Winter Thistle's hands were put on a pair of thick leather gloves filled with cotton. Once he entered the dungeon, the executioner put them on for him, saying it was to protect his hands.

Thinking of what happened before, Dongji wanted to curl up again, but when he moved his body, he felt a burning pain in his flesh again.

Several red and swollen scars interlaced on his legs, but his torso and upper body were clean.This is the trace left during the interrogation just now.

His shoes and trousers had been removed to keep his clothes from sticking, leaving him with only his shirt on.At first he felt cold, but now his skin was covered with sweat.

In fact, the interrogators were right, they were quite polite to Winter Thistle.

They didn't use real instruments of torture, not even whips, and the wounds on Winter Thistle's body were caused by long strips.This thing is light and thin, it will only cause sharp pains in the skin and flesh, and will not hurt people too seriously.

When Winter Thistle was being questioned, the mercenaries couldn't see Winter Thistle clearly, but could hear the conversation, and could barely see the figure projected on the wall.This is the cunning of the interrogator: when he interrogates Winter Thistle, the mercenaries will become more and more nervous. When they are questioned by the consul in the trial court, they will be easily frightened and tell the truth quickly. It is easy to make mistakes due to nervousness.

The interrogator didn't have to be too hard on Winter Thistle, he could tell at a glance that the half-elf was weak, couldn't take a beating, and cried easily.This kind of weak person is especially suitable for scaring other hard bones.

But for Winter Thistle, these things were painful enough.

He has never experienced these, how could he adapt to the so-called "politeness".

In the past few days, he was locked in the dungeon alone. First, he witnessed the death of the mercenary from poisoning, and then he had a short public interrogation, and then returned to the dungeon. He was still alone, facing cold questions one after another...

They asked him if he was a necromancer, whether he had contact with the Northern Frost Plains, and how to contact him. They also asked him if he was instructed by Aldin or Bellos...

Winter Thistle would of course deny it.He was not instructed by Bellos.

After raising this question, the interrogator deliberately observed the mercenaries: they exchanged glances frequently and were restless, obviously they were being interrogated by Winter Thistle, but they became very nervous.

So the interrogator felt that this question was very important, and entangled in the same question for a long time.

For Winter Thistle, today's experience was not only terrifying, but also very humiliating.His mind was almost empty, and he couldn't say anything beautiful. Apart from being able to answer yes and no, the rest was only uncontrollable tears.

At this time, the interrogator came over, took away the leather gloves from Winter Thistle's hand, brought another bowl of water from outside, and put it on Winter Thistle's bedside.

"Okay, don't cry, have you never been beaten?" The interrogator sighed again and again, "In our Harbor City, the strips are usually used by women when they beat their children, and I have never seen a few children cry like you .You grew up with elves, right? It seems that you elves certainly don't beat children."

The interrogator was already old enough to see that the situation behind this half-elf was complicated.

They can't be too gentle with Winter Thistle, if Winter Thistle is really a dangerous person, they will be held accountable if they fail to interrogate; Aldin is still in power, and they don't want to make too much trouble with Aldin.

Therefore, the interrogator could only rack his brains to arrange this interrogation, trying his best not to torture too much, nor let it go lightly.

Now that the matter is over, he began to speak soft words to Dong Ji: "I don't even know you, and I have no personal enmity with you, so I still take care of you to some extent. As I said just now, this is all business... …Don’t bear any grudges against us after you release us in the future, don’t worry, if you are really wronged, the city hall will definitely help you...uh!”

Suddenly, the interrogator exclaimed softly, and the words stopped abruptly.

Dong Ji buried her face in the pillow just now, closed her eyes and shed tears, and didn't go to see the interrogator.At this moment, he opened his eyes suspiciously.

The interrogator stood in front of the bed, slightly hunched over, motionless.Because of the backlight, Dongji couldn't see clearly what happened to him for a moment.

Then, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows beside the interrogator.The figure is thin and tall, and the outline is somewhat familiar.

The interrogator was pushed away and fell in front of Winter Thistle, a black blood hole was exposed on the back of his neck.

With the help of the candlelight outside, Dongji finally saw the face of the person behind him clearly.It was the dead hunter.Although she had only seen her face once, the scars on her face were very obvious and unique, and Winter Thistle would definitely not mistake her.

Looking up, Winter Thistle not only saw her, but also saw outside the fence:

Only the executioner's feet could be seen through the fence. Both of them were lying on the ground, motionless, with blood slowly flowing along the cracks in the bricks.In the stone corridor leading from the cell to the stairs, two other soldiers also fell to the ground.

The dead hunter's eyes glowed red in the dimness, one hand was shackled, and the other wrist was distorted and bloodstained.In trying to free her hand, she not only tore the flesh, but also broke the bone.

She didn't seem to be in pain at all, and her hands were twisted but still able to move normally.

Her bloody hand slowly reached out to Winter Thistle: "It's too pitiful, they treat you like this. Come, I'll save you from leaving."

Winter Thistle got up in fright, and wanted to escape from the side, but the hunter grabbed him, threw him back on the bed, and threw his hands on his neck again.

When Winter Thistle heard it, she was actually chanting a spell.Because of weakness and fear, Winter Thistle could not concentrate, and could not distinguish the details of the spell.

Suddenly, the humming of bowstrings was heard in the air.The hunter loosened his strength, and fell forward, with an iron arrow submerged behind his right arm.

Aldin was standing on the steps at the exit of the dungeon, holding the city guard's standard longbow in his hand.

Dong Ji turned over and coughed a few times, ignoring the swollen and painful wound on his leg, and rushed out of the cell while crawling.Fortunately, the interrogator didn't have time to lock it just now.

As soon as he walked out of the cell, Dongji slipped and fell.It was the blood-stained stone brick that slipped on him, and one step away was the executioner's body.

He raised his head and looked at the other end of the cell corridor.

"Come here!" Aldin yelled over there.

Winter Thistle's footsteps were weak, and she didn't have the strength to run, but she still tried her best to stand up while leaning on the wall, and ran towards Aldin.When he was halfway running, Aldin drew his bow and released another arrow. The arrow passed by Winter Thistle's ear, and it sounded like it had hit someone who rushed up from behind.

Winter Thistle came to Aldin. Aldin threw away his longbow, hugged Winter Thistle to his side with his left hand, and quickly replaced a long scimitar with his right hand.

Just as Aldin got into position, the hunter who had just fallen to the ground stood up again.

She had already been hit by two arrows, one in her right arm and one in her left thigh, neither of which could kill her.Aldin saw what happened in the trial court just now, so he didn't dare to aim at the vital point.

Such an injury would cause great pain. A normal person should have fallen to the ground crying in pain, but the hunter was still able to stand up.

The hunter got up and threw off his cloak, and rushed towards Aldin like a beast, his blood-red eyes fixed on the winter thistle beside Aldin.

At this time, the sound of chanting mantras sounded in the narrow stone corridor.Aldin immediately led Winter Thistle to one side, and shouted "Don't kill her" in time.

As soon as the words were finished, a bright bright light burst out from behind and passed in front of Aldin and Winter Thistle.The bright light hit the hunter, pushing her back, squeezing her firmly against the stone prison wall.

Kanai walked down the steps slowly, raised one hand forward, and wore an extra rune glove on his hand, while continuing to whisper the spell in his mouth.

There were more footsteps from behind, and under the escort of the soldiers, the mages also entered the cell.They cautiously approached the hunter on the stone wall, and they also chanted spells one after another. Multiple magic circles appeared under the hunter's feet and on the wall behind him.

So Kanai canceled his force field spell and handed over control to other mages.

After putting down his hand, Kanai fell directly to the ground, his head covered in cold sweat.

His leg was injured more seriously than he had imagined. He hadn't had a good rest these days. In addition, he came here in a hurry and lacked protection. His knee had obviously improved, but now it was as painful as when he just fell.

Kanai took a few deep breaths, raised her head and asked Aldin, "Why can't you kill her?"

"That's what you detected," Aldin said. "It was Bellows. The woman killed Bellows with a single blow, and it came back to life on her."

Kanai stared blankly at his brother.Although he is a spellcaster, he has never heard of this situation.

Not only Kanai, but also the scholars of the Austrian Law Federation were also shocked.Fortunately, they verified that the body used by this monster is still an ordinary human body, which can be restrained by arcane magic.

After a while, the patriarch and the captain of the knight detachment also came down.The priest discussed with the mages for a while, and initially decided to control the monster first, and then slowly figure out what it is.

The monster couldn't move, and its eyes passed over the people in the middle, and it kept staring at Aldine and Winter Thistle.

Winter Thistle was held in Aldin's arms, eyes lowered.

Aldin looked at the monster from a distance, and smiled on purpose.

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For some reason, Dong Ji fell asleep.It may be too tired, or it may be fainted, he can't tell the difference.

The last picture he remembered before falling asleep was that he was running towards Aldin, and Aldin's arms were tightly wrapped around his shoulders.

After that, he seemed to be more or less conscious, but couldn't remember exactly what happened.

When he woke up, he was lying in a hut.The walls of the room were stone and brick, and there were no windows, except for a door with a transom over which was erected an iron grating.It looks like this is still a prison cell.

However, the condition of this cell is better than the previous cell, and the area is also larger.There are tables and chairs in the room, a kettle and a plate of food on the table, and candle lamps with glass shades on the corners of the table.There is also a small cubicle without a door in the corner opposite the bed, which is probably a place for washing.

Winter Thistle sat up slowly, and found that she had been changed and was now wearing a silk robe.The red marks on the legs have been treated with medicine, and now they don't hurt very much, and they still feel a little cold.

He shook off the quilt and smelled a strong smell of ointment, and the cold air was mixed with sour and bitter taste. He could distinguish two or three herbs among them, which not only reduce inflammation, but also have a small paralysis effect.

He stroked the quilt and bed sheet, the fabric was soft and light, with a silky texture, and the injured part didn't hurt at all.Under such a complete set of bedding, there is a simple and dilapidated brick and stone bed frame.The bed frame is from a prison, but the bedding is as delicate as if it came from a noble bedroom, which looks very strange.

Looking under the bed, Winter Thistle saw the shoes by the bed.They were his moccasins, the same ones he had worn at Arden's house.

When he looked up, he saw the food on the table clearly.The plate was covered with a handkerchief, and there was a faint sweet smell from under the handkerchief.Winter Thistle leaned over and opened the handkerchief, and saw the brown sugar pastry that he had eaten before.

Then he stared at the kettle and wooden cup on the table.

Before, he was in a trance, resisting to drink water all the time, and crying for a long time, now he can't make any sound from his throat.

He immediately walked over with his hand on the table and poured water for himself, finally moisturizing his dry and sore throat.

In fact, thinking about it now, the water that the interrogator gave him would not be poisonous.But at that time, he was somewhat emotionally broken, unable to think rationally at all.

After drinking the water, Winter Thistle noticed that there was a stool on the other side of the table with a stack of books on it.

The top one was a book he hadn't finished reading before, and the bookmark tape was clipped on the pages he had put on himself.The following books are also his books, and they should have been brought from his room.

Dong Ji caressed the cover of the book, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart, it was wrong to say it was wronged, it was not accurate to say it was disappointment.

When he woke up slowly and opened his eyes, for a short moment, he thought that he must have returned to the familiar room, must be in Aldin's mansion.

but it is not the truth.He was still in the cell, but he just changed to a better cell.

To say he was disappointed, he was indeed a little disappointed, but when he thought about his new clothes, shoes, ointment, comfortable bedding, and the favorite pastries on the plate...he felt that he shouldn't be disappointed.

The most dangerous time should have passed.Just be patient and wait a little longer.

He walked to the door and looked out from the fence of the transom window. It was dark and empty outside, with a faint fire at the end of one side, which should be the area where the guards were.

At this time, there were footsteps in the distance, a shadow was cast on the wall at the end, and someone approached.

Winter Thistle took a few steps back in fear.Memories of the cells in the basement of City Hall came flooding back.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they stopped in front of the Winter Thistle Gate.It sounded like two people, their steps were soft, not like soldiers.

The sound of turning a key outside, the door was opened.There were two people standing in front of the door. The young man in front was holding a small suitcase in one hand and a cold flame lamp in the other. Standing behind was an old man who was at least seventy years old, wearing a plain-colored and good-quality robe , with a cloth cloak outside.

On the old man's cloak was a metal pin in the form of a dragon and a four-pointed star simplified to lines.Winter Thistle recognized it as the coat of arms of Hilda's College.