Chapter 44 Moral Torture
"Don't tell me if you have complaints against the master you are loyal to! If you tell me this, you will definitely worry that I will report you to the master, and you will be able to spare my life for a while. "
"I said I am not loyal to the nobles. I am here partly because I have a deal to make with your master, and partly because I have something I want to do."
“So you are also a slaughterer?”
At this point, the person in charge stopped and turned around.
Staring into Qin Xia's eyes, Qin Xia read the moral torture in the eyes of this not very smart middle-aged man.
“So you are also a slaughterer.” The person in charge continued, “It’s just that you are not slaughtering untouchables, but nobles, but you are still a slaughterer, an executioner, and a murderer. You just don’t slaughter untouchables, but in terms of means and morality, what is the difference between you and the untouchable slaughterers you killed?”
Hearing this, Qin Xia looked at the person in charge with a bright look. The eyes, movements and expressions that reveal moral torture clearly indicate that Qin Xia is deep in thought.
The person in charge was still staring at Qin Xia with bright eyes.
He obviously thinks that slaughtering nobles is wrong and immoral. He is a person who was promoted by a control freak lunatic because of his obedience. He obviously does not have the cleverness to use torture to delay time or find an opportunity to escape.
"Yes." Qin Xia made an expression of enlightenment and enlightenment, "If I slaughter the nobles, wouldn't I be no different from those slaughterers?"
"Hmm." The person in charge nodded.
Qin Xia lowered her head, her expression gradually becoming painful, obviously caught in the torment and struggle of her mind.
The person in charge watched Qin Xia lower his head, still questioning Qin Xia morally with his eyes.
But then, the person in charge noticed that Qin Xia suddenly raised his head slightly, and his eyes gave him a startling glance that lasted ten thousand years.
"Fuck you!"
Qin Xia jumped up, put her feet together, and kicked the person in charge into the library door ten meters away.
The person in charge rolled on the ground for more than ten meters before stopping. The belt he wore as a reward from Tarke injected medicine into him to quickly repair his body.
"I never suffer from internal mental breakdown, and I never subject myself to moral torture."
Qin Xia walked in front of the person in charge with her head held high, her tone strong and arrogant.
"But don't think that I have no morals. On the contrary, I think that my moral level is simply a beacon in this cesspit-like world and universe!"
"So I have a sense of confidence."
< br>"Everything I do is justice, and it is the embodiment of the noble moral principles at the spiritual level in the material universe. The waves and consequences caused by my actions, all the people and things I change, they are morality. And the concrete entity of the abstract spiritual concept of justice in the material universe!"
"..." The person in charge got up and did not dare to say anything.
"Shut your mouth, and then stand there and wait. If I have any request, you can fulfill it and do it for me." Qin Xia casually took out a book and started reading.
"Chief Tarke never sent you here to kill me." The person in charge still emphasized, "He asked you to kill his brother who came to see me today!"
Qin Xia was annoyed by nagging He frowned and stared at the page and replied impatiently: "I didn't come here specifically to be a killer, so I'm too lazy to figure out who to kill. Today you and that lunatic's brother will die together!"
"..." The person in charge was silent.
Qin Xia walked to the bookshelf. His sharp and longing eyes glanced back and forth on the bookshelf, reading the titles of the books. Finally, his eyes settled on the book in the most conspicuous position. He immediately reached out and took it out in front of him. The person in charge quickly scanned the face.
In the eyes of the person in charge, Qin Xia read the book page by page at an alarming speed, but his expression was serious, not like he was trying to pretend that he, an immoral aristocratic butcher, was educated.
Both were silent for a while.
The person in charge suddenly remembered something and asked: "What about my master's brother? If he really sends you to kill his brother, won't you mess up the matter?"
< br>"I know where he is, I know what he is doing, and I have a hundred ways for him to come to me instead of me wasting time looking for him."
Qin Xia was still reading the book.
The person in charge lowered his head helplessly, then raised his eyebrows, and was surprised to find a layer of frost attached to the surface of the shoes.
...
A moment later.
Aaron Tark walked out of the suddenly opened door of the underground protective facility.
The fierce gunshots and shouts have stopped. The intruder does not know where he is, but he must have killed all the hundreds of guards in this manor.
Ellon's best choice now, the best choice his mind can think of - is to run away. This is indeed the right decision. If Qin Xia were here, he would also think that Ai Long's choice was completely correct.
It’s just that when Elon saw the corpses on the ground and the extremely tragic battle situation when he was escaping, he couldn’t help but feel more and more timid, and even began to think about whether he should go back to the underground facility.
But after hesitating again and again, Aaron finally forced his will and trudged among the corpses.
He ignored any forks in the road on both sides and walked straight forward. His will told him that it was the right thing to do.
Slowly and quietly, the nobleman passed by the library and saw a light inside.
Ailon looked around quietly and first saw the person in charge of the arena.
If the person in charge hadn’t invited him to his home, he wouldn’t be in jail tonight.
In front of the person in charge who stood with his head bowed, under the huge bookshelf filled with books, a stalwart figure nearly three meters tall and wearing cool clothes stood there, holding a book in his hand.
"Come in, I originally planned to go to the underground facility to catch you, but now you have come by yourself."
Ailon was just about to leave quietly when he heard the words of the tall figure from behind, and then I was shocked to realize that I had been discovered.
Ailon, who didn't think he could compete with the other party, walked into the library honestly.
The pale-faced person in charge turned his head and glanced at Ailon. Ailon returned a look of fear, and then stood with the person in charge.
"You know, although I am a warrior, I really like reading and learning knowledge."
The stalwart figure turned around and stared at the book in his hand.
Ellon instantly recognized him as the executioner who had killed all his sons in the arena.
Ailon, whose father and mother are both named Tarke, has a poor memory, so the fact that he was able to recognize Qin Xia so quickly was due to Qin Xia's psychic ability.
By devoting half of his concentration to perceive and lock on Tarke, and simply influence his thinking, although it is not enough to turn a person into a puppet, Qin Xia firmly believes that with a little development and a little time, this The method of using Xiang's spiritual energy must be of great use.
“He must be the one my master wants you to kill!” The head of the arena reiterated again, “He asked me to invite Elrond to the manor tonight!”
“This is you The manor is not mine..." Ailon suppressed his fear and defended himself.
Although Elrond is a general.
But compared to the butcher in front of him who caused rivers of blood to flow into the corpses all over the gorgeous manor, 99.9% of the enemies that Aaron had faced in his life seemed weak.
Facing a real warrior instead of a pariah who brought trouble to him because of a dissatisfied look, Aron was not brave enough.
"Which one of you is the noble in his mouth?"
Qin Xia faced Ai Long and the person in charge, but his eyes were not on these two people.
He held the book in his right hand and stared at the pages in the book. After waiting for an answer, he turned a page.
"This is his manor..." Aaron reiterated.
“It’s my manor, yes.” The person in charge’s face was as white as a corpse, but he still managed to maintain a normal tone, “But you can think of it with your toes, Lord Tarke wants to kill It’s definitely not me. Lord Ailon came to visit today, and then you were sent by Lord Tarke. It’s easy to think of the reason, right?”
“I was sent by your master?” His eyes fell on the person in charge.
The person in charge spread his hands as if asking: Isn’t it?
“……”
Qin Xia looked down at the person in charge calmly.
Two seconds later, the head of the person in charge exploded, and there was nothing on his neck. Qin Xia, who looked down at him, could see that his black metal spine was exposed in the air.
Ailon was about to shout a shocked exclamation like "fuck", when his head exploded immediately.
Qin Xia glanced at the corpse on the ground and turned to read other books with an expressionless face.
He wanted to keep the person in charge alive, but only until he left, because the person in charge was the owner of the manor and he must be very familiar with this place.
But Qin Xia chose to save the trouble and kill them to have their ears clean.
(End of this chapter)