I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

"Do you think I will tell you? Since I'm caught by you, I don't want to go out alive!"

"The pain of my physical body is just an illusion. I have been mentally prepared since the moment I was determined to become a rebel. In this case, no one can help me."

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of?"

Stout's eyes were filled with determination.

Andrew understood what he meant and replied coldly, "Really? So, don't blame me."

As soon as he finished his words, the mid-rank tactile enhancing drug dripped on his face.

Then, Andrew went straight to him and cut off one of his toes with a knife.

All of a sudden, a ten times pain spread from his toes to his brain. Stout immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"I want you to tell me what you know, all the camps of the rebel army, and the information of your leader."

"As long as you tell me the truth, I will give you a quick death."

Then Andrew cut off his three toes with a knife.

"Ah!"

The scream was so sharp.

As a result, the twenty-meter-thick basement could not be completely isolated, and the students passing by on the ground could not help but look around.

The students were startled when they heard the scream in the middle of the night.

After cutting his four toes, Stout felt so painful that he collapsed. He was sweating all over and panting like a cow.

"Are you ready to tell me?"

"Don't even think about it."

"Well, don't blame me."

After saying that, Andrew cut his trousers, took out a meat cutter, and cut them precisely.

For a moment, the sharp screams of the punishment room could be heard continuously.

Although Andrew didn't want to, he knew that Red King must be watching, so he had to continue.

But now, the first conversation between the two had been completed.

Andrew's idea was very simple.

Why did the rebel army last so long?

No matter how scattered they were, they couldn't escape the perception of Red King.

The existence of the rebel army had seriously threatened the stability of the rule of the magic association.

Andrew had known Red King for a long time and knew his temper well.

In the face of a clear threat, he would eliminate it as soon as possible.

It's a lie that he couldn't do it because of his identity.

With his ability of perception, even if he stayed in the office, he could find out all the camps of the rebel army within one day.

Why didn't he do that?

It was easy. He couldn't do that.

The rebel army must have some ability to block the perception of the Red King... No, even all kinds of perception.

Otherwise, they couldn't survive under the siege of the magic association, let alone a large-scale one.

And this ability was exactly what Andrew needed most.

The biggest threat to him now was his almost unlimited perception range.

No matter where he went, Red King could easily find him and catch him.

He was under his watch and couldn't fight against him at all.

Stout replied to Andrew.

"I can help you."

That was exactly the message Stout sent to Andrew.

And the method of transmission was very simple.

Blink.

When Stout spoke, he blinked his eyes as if he was talking to a normal person, but in fact, he was saying to Andrew, "Read the words I said in the blink of an eye."

Stout blinked his eyes four times when he said that.

In the blink of an eye, he said four words: I can help you.

'I can help you.'

The reason why he said so much nonsense was to make himself blink. It seemed that he didn't mean it.

Ordinary people might not be able to talk smoothly in this situation, but with the reaction of mages, it was easy to read this information.

What Andrew wanted to do was to prove that he had no other choice.

There was a hammer next to him, but Andrew cut it with a knife.

It was known to all that the greatest damage to the end of the limbs was always a dull blow.

This was the best proof.

It meant that Andrew didn't want to hurt Stout.

The next step was simple.

The next step was to torture Stout while talking to him.

Stout's willpower was indeed beyond ordinary people.

In the end, his limbs were cut into pieces by Andrew, but there was no fear or pleading in his eyes.

To Stout, he was very happy.

Because he found a glimmer of hope.

He was a young man in demon school who wanted to fight against the biggest demon.

According to the current situation, this young man was very likely to help the rebel army overthrow the rule of the magic association.

"Can you tell me how to block the perception of Red King?"

"Yes, but you have to prove your stand. Why should I believe you?"

"We have no choice."

"But if you take my information, you will be a member of the rebel army."

"I know."

"By then, there will be no turning back. The rebel army will not tolerate double-dealing."

"I have made up my mind. If it goes on like this, I will become his puppet. Then there will be no turning back."

"Well, then continue to torture me."

"Why?"

"The rebel army has a strong will. If I confess so soon, it will only arouse his suspicion and torture me for at least three days and nights."

"Can you stand it?"

"Then you have to try your best to avoid the touch nerves."

Andrew had to follow his decision.

Yes, the rebel army was all tough. How could they give in so easily?

If he gave in after a few hours of torture, it would cause suspicion.

This also meant that Stout would suffer more than ten times.

And every time he was about to die, Andrew would use the healing liquid to heal his wound and then continue to torture him.

Therefore, the torture didn't need to consider life safety at all, and it was much crueler.

But it was necessary.

But this request was made by Stout himself. Andrew had to admire his courage.

For his career, he could happily accept death or even inhuman torture.

Andrew tortured him day and night for the whole three days.

Stout kept screaming.

Andrew was amazed by his willpower.

This was ten times the pain.

If he was a normal person, he would go crazy in three hours, let alone three days.

But Stout bore it.

Three days later.

Although Andrew tried his best to pretend that he was not good at torture, in some places, he tried his best to reduce Stout's pain.

But three days later, Stout was still suffering from torture and lost consciousness.

And the three days of torture also hurt Andrew a lot.

On the second day, Andrew no longer felt sympathy for Stout's screaming.

On the third day, they were completely numb.

Andrew knew that his empathy was being destroyed.

This was the first step to destroying a person's humanity.

After a person's empathy was destroyed, it would be much easier to turn him into a tool without any recognition.

After three days of torture and collusion with Andrew, Stout finally "gave in".