Lord of the Truth

Two days later...

*squeak*

"Is he ready to talk Yet?" A giant entered the dark cell again after two whole days and sat in the same but now blood-stained chair.

"Hehe, try it yourself, boss." The giant standing in front of Robin laughed and moved away a little, so Robin appeared behind him...

His toes were all crushed, his legs from heel to knee were completely burnt and charred skin and flesh were still falling off, his teeth were cracked, and his entire body had traces of a whip... Even his face became very difficult to distinguish.

"ooff, looks like I'm a little late." The giant's features changed a little when he saw Robin's condition, but he quickly gave a chuckle as if nothing has happen and said, "Well, accidents happen, his ear and tongue are still working right?"

"Of course boss, if he still doesn't answer you, I will cut off his leg this time!"

"Good." The giant hit himself on the thigh and then looked at Robin, "Are you ready to talk now, human?"

*drop.. drop..*

Robin didn't speak for a few seconds, there was no sound in the room but the sound of drops of blood falling from his heavily soaked hair to the ground.

The two giants responsible for torturing him were about to strike him again to force him to speak, but the seated giant gestured at them to stop and wait.

After about 30 seconds, Robin weakly opened one of his eyes and began to mutter in a lamented voice, "I am nothing but an assistant to young lord Jabba... I already know a few things but... I'm not an expert on them and I can't teach them to anyone even if I wanted to... I know how to communicate with the demons, but I can't... tell you how to do it also so easily..."

"You Think I'm stupid? It doesn't matter how hard it is or how many twists Jabba took to teach it to you, As long as you know the technique, you can write for us how YOU understand it! or do you think that I am less intelligent than you and wouldn't understand it, Human? ...It seems that our methods weren't convincing enough," the Giant signaled for the two to continue and nearly got up again to leave.

"Wait!!" At this moment, Robin shouted, attracting his attention again, "...give me time.. the technique is indeed in my head somewhere but it's so complicated, I need some time to.. to be able to rewrite it."

"Oh...? Approximately how long?" asked the giant excitedly

"Two weeks," Robin replied and closed his eyes again, no longer having the strength to open them any further, " But I want some materials to help me, I will... write their name for you.."

*BAA*

"Pffffffftt"

The seated giant got up, slapped the shit out of Robin, then returned to sit again, " I can't believe you are trying to take me for a fool again, you have guts! Do you really think I will bring material to someone who is engaging in Divine Weapons manufacturing and knows how to talk with the damn demons? Who knows what you would do with those! play another."

'F*CK!!!' Robin cursed in his head, his last resolve to make some kind of talisman to escape this, or a sound talisman at least, has completely collapsed.

"Then... Just give me a blank book and a pen.. is that good enough? but I will be much slower that way, I will take a month or two... when I'm done you will get what you want." Robin replied

"Two months? Too much... I'll give you a week, and every day you are late after the week you will receive two hours of torture." Then he stood up and looked at the other two giants, "You know what to do!"

"Of course boss, don't worry... he won't live comfortably and he won't die either." One of the two giants laughed as he watched their leader leave, then turned towards Robin

*baa*

Robin's feet were untied from the chains that tied him to the ceiling as he fell straight on his head. Then the giant moved and loosened his handcuffs with similar brutality, but Robin himself did not move a muscle or make a sound throughout the process, it felt like he was already dead...

One of the two approached Robin's ears and muttered, "Sit back sweetie, I will get you what you asked for... I hope from the bottom of my heart it takes you more than a week, after all, only then can we come back to play together! Hahaha!"

*BAA*

The giants came out and closed the door firmly behind them, and after a minute someone threw a book and a pen from under the cell door, They both hit Robin who was still lying in his place in the face, but he still didn't move at all...

After a full 6 hours of activating the Life Law... Robin mustered enough strength to open his eyes

After 6 hours like them, he finally managed to push himself into a sitting position and slowly lean his back against the wall, struggling to even breathe.

Then he just looked at the book and the pen for another 12 hours with his broken eyes... not knowing what to do with them!!

Talking about a week or two months is all a delusion, all just useless numbers.

Robin is well aware that he can rewrite the Thoughts Conveying technique using pen and paper in less than an hour... But what would he do after that?

He doesn't know who these are, but they are definitely not people whom he can bargain with or use the little tricks and threats he is accustomed to against them, they won't bother to have business relationships and this nonsense...

They are the kind that will eat him alive when they realize that it has become useless.

To be fair, everyone Robin dealt with before wasn't any nicer, he only had some kind of privilege over them, he had something that made him stand his ground and protected him every time... But now what does he has?

Robin kept looking at the book and the pen without moving a finger, trying to think of a solution to get out of the situation with minimal loss.

A day... two days passed without anything new, there is nothing around him but the wicked laughter of the giants from behind the cell door as they prepare plans to torture him after the week is over

Finally, on the fourth day of the week, Robin grabbed the pen with difficulty and began to write something.

Sometimes he continues writing for hours without a break, sometimes he leaves the pen and looks at the ceiling and mumbles, and sometimes he erases what he wrote and writes others...

It seemed to the jailers that he was really trying to remember the technique for them, so their laughter and their provocative words about torture disappeared to not distract him, and one of them went to tell his boss what was going on

But Robin, with his bright green eyes, had already completely ignored them and put his entire focus on what he was writing...