The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

As Luca reported, a small old man who lost so much and wore a hooded black robe softly from his head, when he did it, was led to a room.

The basement is just about the size of a small room in the inn, with a chair in the center. And in the corner of the room, from something like a pencil, were erected various murder weapons that hurt people, such as swords, axes, baked meat, etc.

"Well, kid, I'm going to peel all the fingernails off your Lord's two hands and toes now. Ooh, cry along the way and ask for forgiveness. How much the Lord's voice of fear and anguish rings in his heart."

"You can count on it. Let's get started."

Tie me to the middle chair with both hands and legs, and I will prompt the torture officer to make a mess with the look of a trance.

"Inside, busty hungry ghost. Bye. But its strength also quickly turns into despair."

Even with a thin creepy grin, he approaches me with something like a pench.

"Grungy!!

Torturer who goes bright red trying to peel my nails off with a pench and keeps roaring. Since just now, I have changed the angle, changed the instrument and tried it, but instead of peeling it off, it won't scratch one. The pench, by contrast, was bent over and the other two were useless.

"Wow... I'm a little sleepy. Well, let me know when you let me peel it off."

Observing any more is unlikely to satisfy your curiosity. Close the lid with a large extension (yawn).

"Guru!!"

When he noticed, the torturer was spasmodic (convulsions) like a frog that had been slammed from his head with a roar.

"Oh, bad."

Probably blew it out when I fell asleep and moved my fingers. I haven't fallen asleep and broken anything lately. You have to be careful.

Heal instantly with unchanging [top recovery (high heels)].

"Wow, Noon..."

The torturer, regained consciousness, looks around with a glimpse of the surroundings and meets with me.

"Oh, dear."

You understand the situation, blood rapidly draws away from the torturer, passing bright blue and earthy.

"Come on, let's go next"

Next thing you know, you tried to cut off my fingers with a knife, but still, you can't scratch one.

There's just one problem here. To me, it's like the hair of a Moffmoff animal, and it feels like it was stroked. Naturally it tickles.

"Uh-huh!!"

Unexpectedly, there's force in his fingers, jumping up the knife he's been following. The knife, at a tremendous rate, makes a big decision near the torturer's left ear and pierces it against the wall.

"Gyah!!"

Torturers screaming and snooping around.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm ticklish."

Heal again with [Top Heal (High Heel)].

"Ki, are you...?

"You're the torturer, I'm the one to be tortured. Nothing more or less. Let's get started."

"Wow, Noon remembers what he's used for."

Expand the superior wind magic, [sickles], to block (whisper) the language of the torture officer's translations.

A number of deep defects (after) that are not jokes engraved on stone walls while doing moments.

"In the middle of an experiment, I won't allow you to go down. Like?"

"Ugh..."

A torturer who shouts a voice of despair even as he weeps in his eyeballs.

"Come on, next torture, let's go!

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"Well, next is cutting by axe. It's going to work."

The torturer, holding the axe with his trembling hand, shakes up. His face was a mess with tears and snot.

The shaken axe strikes my left shoulder, but it plays lightly and dances in the air. And as he rotates, he cuts the torturer's right arm off his shoulder and plunges it deep into the stone floor.

Blood splashes, screams, and torturers wandering around.

I heal that wound with [Superior Heal (High Heel)].

"Look, next."

Be excited, but remind.

"Hiya!

The torturer finally squatted, rattling and trembling, but began to cry out for forgiveness.

This torturer is glocky to see. It will be time for this person to tide.

"Great. Allow me to take turns"

As soon as he does, he leaps out of the torture room, whilst giving a strange odd voice.

"You know, don't leave me..."

That's how I squealed with Bosoli.

"Hey, how do you feel? Tell me something, will you?

"Ah, ah, demons! You devil!!"

Just as the seventh torturer's young man pops out of the room at first sight, even as he throws up such an abandoned dialogue.

Oh, my God. When you were torturing me, didn't you just ask me what it was like, whether I didn't feel bad about my conscience, or if I didn't think about the torturer's family? At all, after all, young people today are too delicate to be in trouble.

After the last torture officer escaped, fifteen minutes later, in circular ring space, multiple signs of coming towards this torture room could be detected.

Well, pretty soon, did you send the next torture officer? Don't you feel comfortable inside?

The door opens with momentum, and multiple people slip in.

"You've come a lot. The torturer's hall. Well, shall we just get started? Hmm?"

make sure that one of its leading ladies is a red-haired ponytail woman,

"What, Luca, is that you..."

Raise your voice in discouragement. What, are we done here? That was no big deal.

"Gray Millard, you hey..."

As heartbroken, after shaking his neck a few times, Luca returned the sword she had pulled out to her sheath (saya) and turned back with a mysterious face.

"I want you to follow me"

Walk out.

Leaving the Justice Department mansion, you enter a luxurious five-story building.

Inside the mansion, there was one unexpected figure in my sight.

"Your Eminence? Why are you here?

"Uncle McBurn was able to obtain the full cooperation of the investigation by forgiving the angry face of the commercial guild. As a result, the testimony of witnesses was taken behind a survey of the nobles who participated in the expedition, including the commercial guild and the McBurn border uncle."

"What is Lord Curros's claim?

"Turns out it's all cod (bullshit). His Majesty therefore ordered you to return to Sutherland immediately."

"Really? That was fast."

In anticipation, both undead will arrive in the wilderness in front of the Sutherland North Gate early tomorrow morning. Maybe it's a harmonious plan based on the mystery that I don't think I have the ability to transfer.

"Gray, I'm so sorry. Represent and apologize for the Imperial nobility."

The Chancellor bows his head deeply.

Apologize to the boy whose NO.2 in imperial practice is not even aristocratic yet. And the sight of the strange was seen, as all the people in the room had eaten it.

"No, never mind. It was an interesting and beneficial time."

"It's beneficial. It's part of your brain's interest. I want you to let me know."

I can't say I was testing torture experiments on myself, either.

"Yeah, well, let's call it an end to the history that mankind has accumulated"

To this statement of mine, Luca looks fed up and shakes her head.

"Lord Gray Millard, His Excellency Chancellor El, has asked you about the circumstances. Forgive my lord for his treachery."

A giant nobleman, like the one that appears in the end-of-century comics of Mohican heads, bows his head to me.

"Don't worry. By the way, what about you?

"I'm this vice president of Thurmx Street - Zilken Midland. Here you go."

"It's Gray Millard. Greetings."

Give me your right hand, shake your hand, and I'll gaze at Luca. I should have asked her to investigate. Depending on the outcome, Lord Curros will be asked to leave this world for good after this commotion.

"It was just what you expected. The current mayor and attorney general of Thurmx left the land for the Imperial capital. They are both relatives of Lord Curos.

The same goes for the Curos carriage. When I questioned the vendor, I found out he was leaving this evening with multiple torture officers on board. "

I see. So...

"There's a lot of undead looming in this city, isn't there?

"Yes."

Nodding small, Luca. After entering this room, intense impatience and despair were readily felt by everyone indoors. I may not have even had to ask.

Anyway, as I expected, Lord Curros touched upon his greatest contraindications as a ruler. His forced exit has been decided.

"How many undead?

"Reports of scouts indicate roughly 30,000. You'll reach the land early tomorrow morning."

His Excellency the Prime Minister will respond immediately.

"This Thermx soldier is precise, 3000. You can't win a tenfold undead or anything."

"I'm done with this city. Quickly, we must evacuate the inhabitants."

"Wherever you want me to evacuate you? If this case is Lord Curros's offer, if you accept it without permission, it is self-evident that it will be a problem later. Where can I find a territory that can accept its inhabitants?

"What am I supposed to do, then?!? Keep feeding the inhabitants on the undead!?"

"Nobody said that. I just need to tell you a more realistic story, and the officer says so!

In the noisy air, His Excellency the Chancellor sees me.

"Can the Lord cut through this crisis?

"You have no choice but to do so, rather than whether it's possible or not."

Until tomorrow morning, I'm out another ten hours. I can't do pitfalls or anything in time right now.

I have no choice but to handle the undead I push by myself.

However, insurance should be provided. Leave a minimum number of people and ask the inhabitants to evacuate. Most importantly, I'd rather have as few witnesses to my magic as possible.

"The problem is where the inhabitants are evacuated..."

All this is heavy on me from the local zero nobility.

"Don't worry. His Majesty gave me a secret book for such a time. At worst, Non will accompany you, so if you are temporarily evacuated, you can't complain. Which territory is closest to evacuating from here?

Amgazem territory.

The boulder is His Highness Chancellor El. I heard that His Majesty's secret book was there, and at once we began to discuss whether the evacuation had become more realistic, as per its plan.

Nevertheless, what does it mean that I alone, when I say that I will destroy 30,000 great armies of the undead, will not raise a single voice against me from anyone? I'm a little uncomfortable here.

- Thus, Gray Millard, twelve years old, will be relative to one, thirty thousand undead.