Don't Burn Them! Even Witches Have Value!

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Looking at Lynn and the others surrounding him, Griffin's expression remained unchanged.

He was a professionally trained killer, and with the paralysis of the snake venom in his body, he was completely unafraid of any physical pain.

Even the breaking of his ankle had no serious effect on him. If given the chance, he could even run on a broken leg.

And in fact, he had been looking for such a chance.

Although the rope binding him was a special item brought out by the Cruel Fox, specifically designed to target Battle Aura experts, and was difficult to break free from, he was very clear that as long as he continued to make their interrogation fail, it would inevitably create an opportunity for him to escape.

So, all he needed to do was wait patiently.

Just like... she had always been waiting for him.

Griffin closed his eyes.

He did indeed detest the one who gave the orders, and even detested the entire Blood Snake Society.

However, there was a deeper obsession that surpassed this hatred.

Therefore, he had to wait for an opportunity to capture the Baron of Blackstone alive again, to ensure he completed his mission.

"Not scared at all, this fellow."

Lynn looked at the expressionless Griffin and revealed a wicked smile:

"Hmph hmph, you'll know what fear is soon enough."

"Whether it's cutting with a knife or roasting with fire, please go ahead, Lord Baron.

I just hope you can leave me alive. After all, a dead man cannot give you information.

Otherwise, it will be very difficult for you to explain things to that woman, isn't it?"

The muscles on Griffin's face moved slightly, revealing a slightly disdainful smile.

"Ho ho, what era is this? Who still uses that kind of traditional grand memory recovery technique."

Lynn waved his hand, and then his smile became even more brilliant:

"Rest assured, I am a civilized person. I absolutely will not lay a single finger on you."

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"The effect of magnetism has weakened. Did the process of transforming into a Magic Stone destroy the original structure?

No, it should be said that it achieved a reconstruction..."

Griffin was tied up in a basement room filled with the smell of various potions, and the rambling of that fellow wearing a strange wig continuously echoed in his ears.

He could tell that the other party seemed to be researching the properties of those crushed stones that were emitting a red light.

Comparing it with the information he had already heard, it was obvious that it was the thing called a Magic Stone.

Griffin sensed the aura of fire magic and had a similar doubt as Daina had previously.

Why did such a small magic mineral have such pure magic?

"Utterly ridiculous. Putting me here, isn't this just letting me collect intelligence for free?"

He felt amused and puzzled by Lynn's operation.

However, since there was such a good opportunity, then he would complete his intelligence gathering work on the side.

This way, even if the time to capture Lynn alive was a little later, he could still satisfy that bastard with this kind of intelligence.

Even if the other party was deliberately giving false intelligence, it still had reference value.

Besides, he did not believe that this kind of fully concentrated rambling would be false intelligence.

Thus, he seriously watched the operations of that fellow named Theodore and listened to his self-talk.

Even if he didn't understand, he had to memorize it by rote; this was the basic quality of an intelligence officer.

Unconsciously, time slowly passed...

...Well, how should he put it?

The harvest so far was abundant.

Although he still couldn't understand most of the information, because the other party would speak other languages besides Milanese when talking to himself, he already understood how the so-called Magic Stone came to be.

He hadn't expected that the black stones covering the mountains and plains of this cursed land actually had such an effect.

If he brought this news to the Blood Snake Society, it would surely be able to create enough value.

Thinking of this, his heart became fervent.

However, before that, he needed to take a short nap.

Strange, it wasn't even the second mealtime yet, so why was he so sleepy?

As his eyelids gradually became heavy, a sharp, explosive sound suddenly rang out.

Startled awake, he looked up and found that it was just the other party conducting experiments as usual.

But why was this sound, which was acceptable under normal circumstances, so piercing when he was sleepy?

As time went on, the sleepiness began to accumulate.

Just when those piercing sounds were about to become ineffective on him, a brilliant bright light suddenly appeared.

Griffin once again opened his bloodshot eyes, and then heard the excited shouts of the wig-wearing man.

'Is this right?'

Griffin could clearly feel the weakness of his body.

The other party clearly hadn't taken a single step out of the room, and it was obvious that it was not yet time for the first meal since he had come in.

In such a short period of time, why was he so sleepy... and so hungry?

Was it because the enclosed environment and the continuous analysis of intelligence had consumed too much physical strength?

Griffin could no longer think too much. He could only stick out his tongue and lick the water in front of him.

There was a bowl of water on a shelf by his mouth, which he could lick when he was thirsty.

But to prevent the urge to urinate too early in this unfavorable situation, he had always only taken a lick to moisten his mouth.

After drinking this sip, please, just let him sleep for a while...

His body's instincts gradually became stronger, and even the flashes of light and explosive sounds could not stop the call of dreamland.

Just as his eyelids were gradually becoming heavy, a knocking sound suddenly came from the door.

"Hey! Still alive?"

Thus, he opened his eyes once again.

'Is she here to mock me?'

A somewhat broken-down Griffin recognized that this was the voice of that silver-haired witch.

So, he did not intend to answer.

"Still, still alive. I'm sorry to trouble you, Miss Elysia."

As it turned out, the wig-wearing man named Theodore, sitting at the experiment table, was the first to respond.

"Ugh, it stinks."

Elysia, who opened the door and came in, disgustedly covered her nose with her left hand.

Her right hand was holding a tray with a bowl of stew and a pot of water on it.

Upon smelling the aroma of food, Griffin's stomach churned like a tidal wave.

Strange, he had clearly been locked in here after the last dinner.

And that fellow doing the experiments had not rested or slept at all.

Under normal circumstances, this should be lunch... even considering the situation of one meal a day, only one day had passed.

Why was he so hungry?

Was the snake venom starting to act up?

But after one alleviation, it should be fine for half a month.

"I can't take it anymore. Iyanna and I have been forced by that guy Lynn to work from morning to night recently; we don't have the energy to manage you.

And you've just been staying here for so long?

Really, can't any of you give me a break."

Looking at Theodore, who was wolfing down his food, Elysia stood with her hands on her hips and spoke crossly.

"Goddess of Wisdom above, truth and knowledge are my sustenance."

After returning the bowl to Elysia, Theodore continued to fiddle with the bottles and jars on the table.

"Hey, that bastard Lynn said that you won't be given food for the time being, so I can only change your bowl to hot water."

Griffin listened to the female voice by his ear, wanting to toughly express that he didn't need it.

But for some reason, he couldn't make a sound at all.

Feeling the bursts of water vapor coming from his mouth and nose, Griffin experienced a sense of warmth.

He didn't even hear the sound of the door closing before his head slowly drooped down.

In a hazy dream, he saw her again.

He saw her in the cage.

He wanted to reach out his hand, and just at the moment he was about to touch her, suddenly—

"Boom!"

A terrifying explosion suddenly rang out.

His eyelids, heavy as mountains, trembled.

And then they slowly opened.

This time, he no longer had the energy to pay attention to what kind of bizarre experiment had resulted in that explosion.

Because he discovered, in utter collapse—

After waking up, the bowl of water in front of him was still emitting warm water vapor.

"Ahhhhhhh!"