Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Chapter 63 I single-handedly planned Raymond's disappearance (no abuse version)

In the third level of the dungeon outside Mag Town, Sylvia sat in the corner, playing with the little slime in her hand with a depressed look on her face.

She could hardly remember how many days she had lived in the dungeon.

The soft slime was squeezed by Sylvia and changed into various shapes, but it was unable to resist and was in great pain.

"Damn it, it's been so many days, didn't that idiot notice that I was missing?"

She raised her hand slightly and threw the slime out with force, hitting the wall not far away.

When the extremely elastic slime touched the wall, it bounced back and fell back into the girl's hands.

Sylvia repeatedly threw slimes to kill time.

"Why don't you come to me? Do you think I'm dispensable? Or is that guy really hanging out with another woman?"

"Calm down, Xilu. This could be another pervert's trick. He's probably trying to keep me on edge, playing hard to get, and making me admit defeat and go home to find him. That's right, it must be like this. I can't be fooled."

"I must make him come to me first. Then I will pretend that I don't want to go home with him. He will feel uncomfortable and admit his mistake. Then I will make him swear to be good to me and only me. Then he will be completely conquered by me. Well, let's do it this way. It seems that I am the prey, but in fact, he is the prey."

High-end hunters often appear in the form of prey.

When she thought of the little Heizi crying and hugging her thighs begging her to go home, Sylvia couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Little Blackie, come quickly, why haven't you come yet..."

"Oh, come and take me home!"

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!" Miss, covered in bruises, lay in a pool of blood, with various torture instruments scattered around him.

The thin boy now had a different look on his face.

His short black hair was disheveled, one of his eye sockets was empty with blood constantly flowing out of it, his teeth were broken all over the floor, his nails were pulled out one by one, and there were few intact bones left in his body.

The young man was dying, and he let the guards press the red-hot iron on his body, causing it to sizzle and smoke.

Count Kerko came to the dungeon again and watched his men working diligently, enjoying it.

"Leave one eye, don't damage the ears and tongue, and the hands as well. As for the other parts, smash them if necessary, cut them off if necessary, and the broken parts should look like broken parts."

The men looked at each other, and continued to torture the young man while suppressing their nausea.

Barron came to Kirko's side and asked with a smile: "How about it, you still don't want to hand it over?"

Count Kerko looked solemn as he took a puff of his pipe and exhaled thick white smoke.

"He's really stubborn. Even when his life is about to be extinguished, he still refuses to hand over the blueprints."

"But if we continue to fight, he will die."

"Do you need to remind me?" Count Kerko was obviously a little impatient and threw his expensive pipe to the ground.

After three days of torture, Miss was on the verge of death, and Count Kerko no longer had the patience to wait.

Barron ordered the guards to tie the muddy Miss to the wall, forcing him to have a final conversation face to face with Kirko.

Miss on the wall was supported by cold chains. Only his head was conscious, and the rest of his body had lost contact with him.

Count Kerko used the end of his cane to lift up Miss's limp head so that he could look him in the eye.

"You only have this last chance. Hand over the blueprint and I can send you to the temple to be healed by faith magic. I guarantee you can survive."

He paused, his eyes revealing a completely evil look, and continued, "If you still insist on being stubborn, don't worry, I won't kill you. I will make you accept the greetings of these torture instruments every day, and when you are on the verge of death, I will use healing magic to save your life, and then torture you repeatedly."

"Believe me, I will make you want to die but unable to, and live in pain for the rest of your life. I can do it."

Blood flowed out of Miss's mouth uncontrollably, and his only remaining eye was also stained with scarlet, as if he would die in the next second.

Barron took a step forward and asked quietly, "Do you want me to give him some simple treatment? I think he's dying."

When Count Kerko saw that Miss said nothing, he became furious, but he couldn't really let Miss die.

He spat at Mis and turned his head away, "Just save your life."

"know."

Barron waved the wand in his hand and used simple healing magic to keep Miss alive.

The green fluorescence glowed slightly on his damaged body, lingering around his entire body.

In the current situation, the person who is truly at the end of his rope is definitely not Mis, but Kerko.

In order to fulfill his own desires, Kerko asked someone to get rid of Raymond, which resulted in the kingdom's army being unable to resist the joint invasion of the northern countries. He also did not hesitate to shake the foundation of the kingdom and plundered the people's money. Up to now, the kingdom is on the brink of destruction, and all this is thanks to him.

If they still can't get that damn blueprint, the Church of the Goddess of Life will not come forward to help the Kingdom of Firris, and then all their efforts will be in vain, and the basket will be lost.

Now, he was really anxious.

He attributed all the disasters that befell the kingdom to Miss. If Miss had not fled from Nolen City with the blueprints, things would not have developed into what they are now.

"Enough, stop wasting magic power on this loser." Kerko interrupted Barron's treatment.

He reached out and grabbed Miss's blood-stained collar, leaned over and whispered in Miss's ear: "Listen, kid, if you continue to hold on like this, it will not benefit anyone. No one will come to save you, and you won't be free."

Mis opened his mouth slightly, and a weak voice came out of his mouth, "My father, Raymond, the warrior captain of the kingdom, is still alive. He will come to save me."

"Ha, hahaha, Raymond? Alive? Stop dreaming, that arrogant man is dead and he can never come back!" Count Kerko laughed wildly like a madman.

"I asked the Archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Life to help. With the help of Marknick, the Level 6 Sword Master, there is no way Raymond can survive!"

The only remaining eye of Miss opened wide with anger, and he questioned with an overdrawn breath, "What did you say!"

When Count Kerko saw Miss's shocked expression, a feeling of relief burst out from the bottom of his heart.

"There's nothing to hide now. Yes, you heard it right. Raymond's disappearance was planned by me. It was me, von Toss Kerko, who got rid of Raymond. I defeated him!"

"Isn't he called the patron saint of the kingdom by the old king? I want to bring him to ruin."

"Killing him alone is not enough to relieve my hatred. I must make him lose his reputation and be hated by all the people!"

"This kingdom can only have one patron saint, and that's me, von Toss Kerko!"