Lorraine smiled and said to Hagen very firmly: "They will riot."
Hagen was suddenly startled and became frightened. What were the workers down there like? Hagen knew very well that the workers who had been brutally squeezed had long been a huge exploding crystal. With just a slight tap, it could explode with a rumble.
open.
Lorraine smiled, put away the drawings as she wished, and carefully sorted these drawings, which were more valuable than treasures, one by one, and put them all into her pocket.
He moved around a few more times, jumping around in place to make sure that the drawings had been put away and would not be lost during the operation.
Then he patted the drawings in his pocket, sighed with satisfaction, turned around and left.
Hagen shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Why don't you let me go?"
Lorraine hesitated, then turned around and said apologetically: "Sorry, sorry. I was a little too happy just now. I forgot about you."
He turned around, walked back, came to Hagen, and leaned down to look at him.
Hagen snorted coldly and secretly rejoiced in his heart, thinking that his cooperation had paralyzed Lorraine.
He moved his wrist slightly, planning to wait for Lorraine to come around behind him, untie him, and then catch him by surprise and knock him to the ground.
Hagen is still very confident in his own skills. If it weren't for this pretty boy's shameless drugging, even ten of him would not be his opponent. As long as he has five seconds, no, just one second of chance, that's enough~!
In this way, not only can the secret blueprint of the war fortress be recaptured, but this ace spy sent by the Holy See can also be captured in one fell swoop, which will be a great achievement. As long as this guy can be captured and sent to the Archmage, there is no fear that he will not confess.
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Hagen was secretly exerting his strength, preparing to seize the opportunity and strike with one blow.
But then he discovered that Lorraine did not come over to untie the rope for him. Instead, he turned around and walked to the table next to him, took out a pen and paper, and lowered his head to write something.
Hagen couldn't help but lost his voice: "What are you doing?"
Lorraine looked up at him and smiled: "There's nothing left, it's just a sign of surrender.
A sign that can prove that you gave up all evil darkness, broke with the evil Semitic people with righteousness, and then resolutely surrendered to the light. This kind of thing is popular among informants nowadays.
You also know that if I don’t make one, I won’t be able to keep up with the times.”
Then, Lorraine grinned at Hagen and said, "You think so."
Hei Gen was frightened for a moment, and he felt a cold air pouring from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and the cold hair on his body stood up.
This gangster does things without revealing anything. He directly pushes himself to the end of the road. How cruel!
Lorraine immediately wrote a few more sentences and read them from beginning to end twice. Looking at the words above, although they were all crooked, they were just a little better than Leo's bad handwriting, but they could still be read clearly.
What is it? He nodded with great satisfaction.
Then he took the ink pad next to him and turned back.
He looked at Hagen clenching his hands, clenching his fists tightly, reluctant to stretch out his fingers, and then sighed: "Master Hagen, being a spy... uh, no, being a spy is a promising job.
Our salary is high, benefits are good, and remuneration is generous. As long as you work hard, we will provide you with cars, houses, yachts, and beautiful female secretaries with big breasts and round butts. If you perform well, we will provide you with two at a time.
How many people are crying and asking for it, but we don’t want it. Good things are coming to your door, how can you be so uncooperative?"
Hagen snorted coldly, turned his head away from Lorraine, and remained silent.
Lorraine said: "If you do this, I have no other choice but to leave alone. When the time comes, when you are all being executed, don't forget to send me a postcard. I will send someone to you when the time comes.
I present you with two bowls of Zhuangxing wine to commemorate your knowledge of hell. It is not in vain that you gave me the blueprint of the war fortress, such a confidential thing.
You know, we've been thinking about it for a thousand years."
Hagen said angrily: "What I gave you, it was obviously you who tortured me to extract a confession..."
Lorraine shrugged and said, "Whatever. It's not me who's going to have my house ransacked anyway. Well, I'm leaving today. Anyway, having this drawing at the bottom is a great achievement for me. But it's going to be miserable for you.
Alas... Goodbye my friend, I will never forget your merits."
As he said that, he turned around and walked out the door.
Hagen looked at his back with a look of pain in his eyes.
The Semitic people have been taught since childhood that they are loyal to their family, their country, their country, their family, the Dark Council, and the High Priest of the Undead...
At this point, there is no difference at all between the Semites and the ruffians of the Holy Light Continent.
And betraying them is an extremely unbelievable thing, and even ordinary people would not think about it.
But if he doesn't do this, then the young ruffian will tell the world that he betrayed the secret drawings...
No, he doesn't even need to preach it.
As long as someone comes in tomorrow and sees himself tied to a chair, and does a little research, he will know that the confidential drawings have been stolen. The war fortress has always been a powerful strategic weapon for the Semites to lead the humans. Once it is mastered by humans, the Semites will lose this strategic advantage.
The result was far beyond what his black roots could bear.
Under the fury of the Dark Council, no matter how big the world is, there is no room for one of its own hands. The only thing waiting for him is to confiscate his family, exterminate his family, and be executed with the most cruel punishment. Even his soul will be extracted by the necromancers and he will suffer forever.
Loyalty and interests, ideals and reality. There is a huge gap between them.
Although Hagen was rude, at this time he was still at war with nature and his mind was racing.
He watched Lorraine put away the dishes and utensils, and then walked towards the door. If he didn't say anything, it would be too late, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
He thought desperately: Anyway, he was going to die in the end, so he might as well delay it for a while. If the Dark Council never found out, maybe he could have a good death. It was better to die than to live.
Thinking of this, Hagen gritted his teeth, and then raised his voice: "Wait a minute. I...I press..."
After he finished speaking, his whole body went limp as if he had collapsed.
Lorraine immediately turned around and said with a smile, "That's right."
He walked around behind Hagen again, put red ink on his hand, then placed the piece of paper under Hagen's hand and said, "Press it, press it. We have always respected individual rights.
I will never force anyone."
Although Hagen couldn't see it, he also knew that the piece of paper with a "sign of surrender" was under his finger. With just a touch of it, he would have been convicted of treason and surrender to the enemy, and it would be considered a drawing of a war fortress.
The loss was not exposed. If I gave away this thin piece of paper, my life would be over.
Therefore, I felt conflicted in my heart, my fingers were trembling, and I was reluctant to press it.
Lorraine looked at his appearance, then pressed hard and said: "Just press it~!"
As he said that, he pressed Heogen's finger print heavily on the paper, leaving a bright red fingerprint.
Hagen's body stiffened, and then he let out a long sigh and sat down slumped.
Lorraine looked at the piece of paper, but felt that the printing was not clear enough. To be on the safe side, he pressed Hei Gen's finger on the piece of paper randomly several times. Then he smiled with satisfaction and placed
The piece of paper was folded and put away.
At the same time, he vaguely felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar. He smacked it carefully and realized that it was the same as when his classmate Huang Shiren, a wealthy man in the financial industry, forced Yang Bailao to sign a contract on New Year's Eve when he refused to repay his debts.
Xia Xi'er's contract of sale seems to be somewhat similar.
Lorraine couldn't help but sigh: Is it easy for me to be a qualified gangster? I have used all the tricks I can think of. Everything I have done is for a great bright cause. Why are these idiots from the demon tribe fighting for nothing?
?I will suffer the consequences of this, sir.
He patted Hagen on the shoulder and said with a smile: "General Hagen, welcome to join the glorious Sixth Branch of the Military Intelligence Department. Now your code name is No. 47."
Hagen turned his back to Lorraine and said bitterly: "Can you let me go now?"
Lorraine smiled and said: "Of course."
He reached out and took out a small nail scissor from his arms, put it into his hand, and said, "Just use this to cut open the cloth strips that tie your hands. Although it will take a little slower, it will definitely work."
Hagen snorted coldly and said, "What do you mean? You can't trust me? I've already done everything you asked me to do."
Lorraine smiled and said: "General Hagen, please stop being ridiculous. We are all smart people. I haven't left yet. I will let you go later, and then you can ask the guards to arrest me. Then search out all the things.
By that time, not only will you be able to accomplish a great feat, but you will also be able to be your general with a clear conscience.
You have always dreamed of such a good thing, right?"
Hagen didn't expect Lorraine to be so keen and insightful that he could see through all his thoughts. At that moment, his face was ashen and he said nothing.
Lorraine forced the small scissors into his hand and said, "Just cut it quickly. If you move quickly enough, you can definitely cut it by tomorrow morning.
For us, losing a newly developed spy is nothing, but if you can't break free before tomorrow morning, you will be executed."
Hagen looked at him bitterly and cursed: "You damn villains~!"
Lorraine laughed loudly and said with a mocking expression: "My friend, it seems that these words should not be said from the mouth of a person who says 'men should be cruel'.
And, to remind you one more thing, you should say us, our bunch of damn villains, don’t forget, you are one of us now.”
As he spoke, he patted his chest vigorously as if to remind him.
Heigen was so angry that he almost went crazy, his eyes were spitting fire, but he could only watch Lorraine leave, with no choice.
Once a warning is given at this time and the guards are alerted, everyone will know that they have been forced to reveal the confidential drawings, and if their surrender certificate is found from the person, they will be covered with mouth, but they cannot explain clearly.
As a Semitic general, your superiors entrusted you with the important task of building a war fortress, but you actually rebelled and surrendered?
The Dark Council and the Necromancers don't care if you are forced to do anything. They are not people who can reason with others.
Necromancers always only look at the results, not the process.
When facing the enemy, as a qualified dark warrior, you should rather die than surrender, fight the enemy with righteousness, and never waver in the slightest.
Otherwise, the most severe punishment must be used to set the record straight, to prevent latecomers from following suit when faced with danger and causing losses to the great cause of the Semitic people.
To surrender to the enemy and betray the country because you are afraid of death is definitely a coward and a speculator who has sneaked into our ranks.
Lorraine ignored the arduous ideological struggle he was having there and staggered out the door.
He came to the door, closed the door tightly, then looked at the guard next to him, and said immediately: "Boy, watch the door. Your Excellency has already rested. No one is allowed to disturb you, understand?"
The guard looked him up and down, curled his lips and said, "You are a bad cook, I still need you to teach me about this kind of thing? Come on, go on."
As he spoke, he waved to Lorraine impatiently.
Lorraine was not angry either. She gave him a toothy smile, then turned around and walked towards the kitchen in the back.
He came to the door of the kitchen, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention. He immediately threw all the trays and tableware on the ground - anyway, we were going to start work tonight, and we were all ready to kill people and set fire to it. Even if we packed it up,
What's the use?
He took out the night clothes he had hidden in the corner of the kitchen, loaded up all the weapons, and grabbed two large cans of oil, then hummed a little tune and walked out.
In the middle of the night, Lorraine met many guards along the way, but it was obvious that the story of this hot-tempered little cook had spread widely, and it was known that he was doing something for Lord Hagen.
Using chicken feathers as arrows was as annoying as flies. Therefore, not many people dared to embarrass him, and they all turned a blind eye and let Lorraine pass.
Lorraine traveled smoothly and came to the hill again.
He stood on a high place and looked down. He saw that in the direction of the lumber yard, the lights were dim and sparse. It was obvious that they had turned off most of the lights to prevent fire.
When Lorraine saw this, she couldn't help but secretly rejoiced: This would make it easier for her to move.
He casually tore off the outer clothes, revealing the night clothes underneath, and then quietly walked toward the lumber yard.
Lorraine came to the outside of the field and saw that this place was different from the one inside. The defense was extremely loose. There were only a few sentries wandering back and forth aimlessly holding spears. Anyway, it was just a pile of wood. It had no value as a guard, and the sentries were also useless.
Pay the difference in expenses.
When he saw a guard in front of him, he quietly approached him from behind and gently patted the guard on his left shoulder.
The guard looked to the left like a conditioned reflex, but at the same time, the right side of his neck was completely exposed.
Lorraine raised his hand, held his palm like a knife, and slashed at his neck fiercely.
The guard immediately rolled his eyes and fell down without even saying a word.
The spear also fell to the ground. But it was all grass here, so it just made a soft sound.
Lorraine looked around cautiously and found that no one was paying attention. He breathed a sigh of relief, then dragged the guard to the grass behind and tied him up tightly.
Finally, he took off his helmet, took off his jacket, put it on haphazardly, and then got out again.
He stood there, stretched out his finger and took a sip of saliva, then put it in the air, carefully checked the direction of the wind, and then walked against the wind's direction, heading upwind.
Due to the dim lighting, he just put the guard's uniform on his body, not worrying at all that he would be discovered by others. Everyone here could only see a dark figure.
As Lorraine walked, she kept pouring the oil can in her hand onto the firewood next to her.
Finally, he came to the middle of the lumber yard, looked at the towering piles of lumber around him, and immediately poured out all the oil cans in his hands.
Immediately afterwards, he took out the fire stick he was carrying, waved it in the wind, and lit it immediately.
At this moment, a guard patrolled here and realized something was wrong. He immediately came behind Lorraine and shouted sternly: "Who are you? Raise your hands."
Lorraine froze, then turned back, looked at the guard, and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong. We are all our own people."
The guard held his spear vigilantly and said: "Who is your friend? Don't you know the rules here? Throw away the fire in your hand~!"
Lorraine was stunned for a moment, then said: "This is what you said."
The guard was stunned when he heard what he said was weird, but he looked down at his feet and found that there was oil all over them, and he immediately realized the mistake in his words.
At this moment, he saw that Lorraine had dropped the fire.
Seeing the light yellow light of the fire slowly falling in the wind, he was immediately frightened and jumped to the side in a hurry.
But it was too late at this time. The oil caught fire at once and spread over instantly like a fire dragon. He was screaming and screaming, and his eyebrows were burnt. Even the clothes on his body were stained with a lot of it.
of Mars.
He dropped his spear and kept beating it.
Lorraine didn't care about him. When he saw the fire, he turned around and left.
At the same time, a strong wind happened to blow.
At that moment, the fire took advantage of the wind and suddenly jumped more than three feet high. The burning wood crackled, and the billowing smoke shot straight into the sky like a ferocious dragon.
The guards watching the scene were all panicked and shouted loudly: "There's a fire, there's a fire. Come and put out the fire. Come and put out the fire..."
Immediately afterwards, the rapid sound of gongs sounded like raindrops.
People who had worked hard all day had just fallen asleep and were immediately woken up.
They poked their heads out of the barracks with sleepy eyes. They saw that in the direction of the lumberyard, the fire had soared into the sky, and the fiery red light reflected half of the night sky with a layer of magnificent colors.
Immediately afterwards, the junior officers such as the corps commander shouted loudly as if their buttocks were burned: "Hurry up and put out the fire, hurry up and put out the fire, you are a bunch of lowly lazy people, all get up and put out the fire..."