"On our way back, we were assassinated."
As Philip's words fell, Sauros's expression clearly faltered. Then, his face twitched, and he erupted in a rage, kicking out at Philip! This kick was clearly stronger than the last, sending Philip tumbling to the ground, even bouncing slightly.
Sylphie glanced at Alan, who had been overly silent until now, and quickly ran to Philip's side to cast a healing spell. Philip just waved his hand to show he was fine and quietly got up without a word.
Sauros retracted his leg, gave Philip a deep look, and then swept his gaze over the group before it finally landed on Alan. After a moment's pause, a thoughtful glint appeared in his eyes. In the dead silence of the others, he seemed to find the sunlight a bit too dazzling and narrowed his eyes.
Then, he suddenly spoke. His voice was extremely loud! But the content of his words made Sylphie, Rudeus, and Eris's faces freeze simultaneously.
"Tutors are fine. Those two brats can stay. I know Eris needs a magic teacher."
"But—"
"That tall one over there, no! Ghislaine is the only sword teacher we need!"
"As for the assassination, we'll investigate it slowly!"
"G-Grandpa! I allow Alan to be my tutor!" Eris looked at Alan with a hint of panic. She tried to struggle, but Sauros held her tightly in his arms. "Grandpa!!"
"Alan saved me! I want Alan to be my tutor!!"
"Shut up!!"
"Grandpa!!"
Sauros glanced at Alan, then turned to walk towards the distant mansion. Beside him, the respectfully standing Thomas swallowed almost imperceptibly, his footsteps a little stiff as he followed.
Philip, still on the ground, glanced at Thomas and was about to say something.
Just then, Alan moved.
He nonchalantly patted the head of Sylphie, who had hurried back to his side, and then turned to Ghislaine, who had been watching him the whole time. "About that favor I asked earlier, please."
Before Ghislaine could answer, he took a step forward. He was already beside Sauros.
The morning sun flashed once in everyone's pupils. In the light, blood splattered in the air!
"Ah!!!"
Two severed wrists, gushing blood, fell to the ground.
Alan and Sauros passed each other, their eyes meeting for an instant. Sauros looked astonished. Alan was expressionless. Their gazes parted.
Alan suddenly reached out, grabbing the head of the wailing Thomas. In front of everyone's stunned eyes, he dragged the advanced-level swordsman to the ground by his hair, pulling him along like a stray dog all the way to the fountain.
Blood gushed from the severed wrists, creating a long trail of blood on the white stone ground, which was smeared by Thomas's flailing legs.
Alan turned to look at the group, then spoke gently to the struggling Thomas. "Come on, take a deep breath."
The latter looked at Alan in terror and opened his mouth to curse. "You brat, you—!"
Before he could finish, Alan grabbed his hair and plunged his head into the water!
Thomas struggled violently! The battle aura between them exploded by the fountain, sending water splashing everywhere! But Alan's arm didn't even tremble. Amidst the sound of splashing water, a leisurely voice, slow yet clear, reached everyone's ears.
"Is it difficult to find out someone's 'secrets'? Not difficult at all. It's very simple. You just need to put 'death' in front of them, let them gaze into it, feel the fear, and the secrets will naturally be revealed."
"But here's the problem."
"If the consequences of revealing the 'secret' are very serious, even threatening the safety of their entire family, then the threat of death is not so frightening to them, because they know that death is only an instant."
"After that instant, they will find release."
"Since death is not so frightening, why not refuse to reveal the secret, grit their teeth, and maybe there's still a chance of survival if they don't say anything, right?"
"So, what to do?"
"The answer is..."
"Make them linger on the edge of death for a long time, keep them gazing at death, and continuously feel the fear."
"After their mind collapses, the 'secret' is no longer a secret."
Alan smiled, looking at Sauros's eyes staring straight at him. "This is the meaning of torture. Simple, fast, effective, and very suitable for this era."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled Thomas up from the water. The latter began to breathe rapidly as soon as he was out. Although Alan had only said a few words, he had been in the posture of cursing Alan from the beginning, so he had naturally started choking on water the moment he entered it. Now, filled with anger, he turned his head to speak again.
And was immediately pushed back into the water by Alan. He struggled fiercely again. A string of bubbles rose from the water, popping on the surface. His feet scraped frantically against the ground. Soon, the edges of his well-made trousers were worn into frayed cloth flowers, repeatedly rubbing against the ground mixed with thick blood. In the sunlight, splashed by the fountain's spray, they were washed a bright crimson.
Everyone stared blankly at his legs. The extremely painful body language was reflected in everyone's pupils. Helplessness, suffocation, inability to resist, darkness, the obstruction of the five senses. Lingering on the brink of death, continuously, for a long time, and irresistibly gazing at death. Yet unable to embrace it.
This... was waterboarding.
Sauros watched this scene, his eyes slowly narrowing, staring straight at Alan. As if sensing his gaze, Alan looked back indifferently.
He raised his hand and pulled Thomas out of the water again. After gasping for breath, the latter immediately spoke in a hurried voice. "Don't!! Don't do this!! What do you want, I'm the lord's butler... mmmph!!"
Thomas was once again pushed into the water by Alan. Alan's battle aura was released, pressing his face firmly against the water's surface. He could only struggle in vain. But this time, Alan quickly pulled Thomas out of the water.
The latter gasped for breath, looking at the rippling pool, his face pale, his lips trembling. He had clearly forgotten the pain of his severed wrists. "You... what do you want...! What do you want!! Don't do this!!"
Sensing that Thomas had completely stopped releasing his battle aura, Alan's eyes curved into a smile. He leaned down close to the man's face and asked, word by word, extremely slowly, yet very forcefully.
"I just want to ask you a simple question, and that is..."
"Who did you leak the information of Mayor Philip's trip to?"
Thomas's expression froze. He quickly glanced at Sauros in the distance and said without hesitation. "I didn't!"
Alan looked into Thomas's eyes. "A lie."
A huge force came from his head. Thomas spoke in a panic! "Stop!!"
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