thods of Interrogation
Following the sound, shaka and his group also saw the four black-robed n.
"Who are you people?"
The sudden appearance of several individuals made Shaka frown slightly. Because the four were wearing long robes, shaka couldn't see their faces.
Faced with Shaka's question, Little Black directly ignored him and asked Julian:
"The goods?"
"They're here."
"Alright, co with us. I'll take you to see my master."
As Little Black spoke, he prepared to take Julian and the goods away right in front of these bandits.
"Damn it, do you think we don't exist?!"
Seeing Little Black ignore him, shaka cursed angrily, and Julian also said:
"Sorry, sir, I'm afraid we can't leave so easily right now."
"Because of them?"
"Yes."
Julian looked at Shaka, and Little Black's group also glanced over. Having received the signal, the four of them rushed over in a hurry, while Augustin, slower, was still leading the Skeleton Warrior unit from behind.
"Are you trying to interfere with my master's trade?"
Little Black asked this, and Shaka responded with a mocking tone.
"Hmph, can't you see what we're doing? Don't tell you really are the foreigners from in the woods."
As Shaka spoke, everyone found Little Black's sowhat ridiculous 'question' amusing, but the person in the carriage felt sothing different—she sensed a powerful aura gathering.
"Then let's deal with you first."
Little Black spoke, flexing his wrist, but Eighty stopped him.
"The Queen said we should practice commanding single combat, but our troops haven't arrived yet, so how can we command?"
Eighty spoke, and on hearing this, Little Black replied:
"She didn't say how many to command. Little Red, you command the three of us."
"Alright."
Little Red agreed. Facing these three logic geniuses, Little White opened his mouth, but, montarily at a loss for rebuttal, wisely chose to stay silent.
It was true—the Queen hadn't specified how many to command, nor that the commander couldn't fight...
"Give the order."
Little Black said, and then Little Red simply remarked:
"Finish them off!"
Little Red's voice wasn't loud, but Shaka and his n heard it. Unaware of the threat, shaka didn't sense any danger from Little Black and the others, whose auras were well concealed.
"It's a good thing to have a brain, but unfortunately..."
Fire Ring!
Before Shaka could finish taunting, he was stunned by the sight of a massive fireball flying toward him.
"Get out of the way!"
Boom!
"Aaahhh!"
Flas exploded and spread rapidly, the ring of fire engulfing the tightly clustered figures. In an instant, several mbers of the Shaka Adventurer Group were killed or injured.
"Damn, it's a mage!"
Seeing Little Red suddenly draw a magic staff, shaka realized he was up against tough opponents, never expecting one of the four to be a mage.
"Archers, stop him quickly!"
Shaka reacted swiftly—he had to neutralize their mage.
In the chaos, the archers aid their arrows at Little Red, but suddenly, a few arrows carrying a sharp gust of wind flew in first.
Pff!
An archer was shot through the head and fell backward. The rest of the archers were stunned.
Triple Shot!
Pff pff pff!
Three more archers went down. Seeing this, the remaining archers panicked and dodged behind trees, but—
Power Shot!
Bang!
An arrow pierced through a great tree along with a heart. In a long-range duel, Little White single-handedly wiped out the opposing archers.
"Damn it, who is it?"
Shaka, wielding a greatsword, looked warily around, fearing the enemy archer would target him next, but couldn't spot the archer. At that mont, eighty was the first to appear in his field of vision.
Eighty, dragging a giant warhamr, walked toward the battlefield at a leisurely pace.
"Stop him!"
Finally seeing a target within striking range, shaka ordered his n to attack.
"Heeyah!"
Against Eighty, five or six warriors charged fiercely. In response, eighty imdiately lifted the warhamr with both hands.
Seeing Eighty casually swinging the siege warhamr, shaka had a bad feeling.
Devastating Strike!
The warhamr swept out—not slow and clumsy like a typical Heavy Warrior, but swift and powerful. Several shield soldiers tried to block and counterattack, but as soon as they touched the warhamr, they were sent flying.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
They fell to the ground in succession, and then Eighty spun the warhamr around once more, finally leaping high.
Second Devastating Strike!
The hamr slamd into the ground, creating nurous cracks. At the center of 'Devastating Strike,' one person was smashed into a bloody pulp on the spot, while the others were swept up in the shockwave.
A one-sided slaughter—the fight left Shaka at a loss for how to command. At this mont, Little Black also appeared in front of him.
"You're the leader, aren't you?"
"What do you want?!"
"I want to ask you a few questions."
"You...you, you go to hell!"
Suddenly, shaka lashed out, swinging his greatsword at Little Black. Little Black dodged effortlessly and countered imdiately with a skeletal claw.
Squelch!
"Ahhh, my hand!"
Both the greatsword and the hand holding it fell to the ground. As the multi-colored skeletons continued their slaughter, the Xiyun rchant Guild's guards also joined the fight.
Since enemies had already been made, it was ti to make an example!
With the rchant guild guards joining, the fight beca a one-sided massacre. The remaining bandits tried to flee, but Little White's arrows swiftly picked them off one by one.
In the end, only two people remained: a one-eyed man kneeling and loudly begging for rcy, and Shaka, clutching his arm and howling in pain.
As Little Black approached, shaka grew more and more regretful—if only he had taken the silver coins and left at the start.
"By order of my master, I'll ask you a few questions."
"!!!"
Still overwheld by fear, shaka barely responded, but Little Black carried on regardless.
For n like this, interrogation was simple—if they failed to answer, they'd lose sothing; if they answered, they'd still lose sothing, and then after telling them "You're lying," they would reveal the true answer. This, the Queen had taught them.
Julian even felt a chill run down his spine at such a simple and brutal thod.
But thanks to Little Black's interrogation, they gathered so useful information.
Once the two useless survivors had been taken care of with a swipe of the claw, Little Black turned to Julian:
"The Queen said there's no need to hide from you: a Shortie man gave them the intel. If I'm not wrong, it's the sa person who hired the undead mage."
"So, soone really does an to harm us."
"Yeah. The Queen said she has the answers you want, so let's talk after we reach the camp."
With that, Little Black and the others went ahead.
Seeing the severed limbs and corpses, the rchant guild guards subconsciously swallowed nervously. The only thing on their minds: just what sort of people are we doing business with...?
But it wasn't a question for them to ask, and the person in the carriage said nothing more. The group followed Little Black, heading into the woods.
After their departure, Serea rode a direwolf out from her hidden spot—she hadn't intervened in Little Black and the others' strategy, but she had followed just to be sure.
Gazing at the carnage, she fell silent. The mission was accomplished, but the way it was done didn't quite match her expectations...
"I think I need to help Little Black, that logician, adjust his way of thinking a bit—otherwise, eighty and Little Red will be led astray by him."
But Serea felt that was truly a long and arduous task...
(To be continued...)
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