Crack!
One of Quade's hands was broken. Just as he was about to scream, he took another punch that knocked out several teeth.
"Tell us, and I can let you go." Velin looked at Quade, his tone exceptionally gentle.
"Swear in the name of the gods." Quade stared at the two of them, hoping for their assurance.
Seeing that Quade would not take the bait, Velin shook his head and could only have Kyle continue beating him.
Half an hour later, Velin looked at the half-dead Quade, took out a bottle of Ice Blue Magic Potion from his Spatial Ring, pulled out the stopper, pried open Quade's mouth with distaste, and roughly poured it down his throat—just enough to keep him alive.
The two came to the campfire and continued their discussion.
"Master, this guy refuses to talk. How about we put an end to it and bury him?"
"We'll interrogate him a while longer. If we still can't pry his mouth open..." Velin turned back to glance at Quade and said coldly, "Find a good burial spot and bury him."
Half an hour later, the wounds all over Quade's body stopped bleeding, and his consciousness slowly returned.
The pain coming from every part of his body was more than a pampered man like him could bear. Looking at the two men's backs, the hatred in his heart grew stronger.
"You're awake. Then let's continue." Velin came before Quade and asked expressionlessly, "How much do you know about Devonshire?"
"Hahaha! You remnants, don't even think about getting the slightest bit of information from me." Quade spat out the saliva in his mouth and spoke with utter disdain.
"Beat him. This time, leave him with just a thread of life."
Velin shook his head, gave Kyle the order, then sat to