Chapter 25: Descending from Heaven (Part 1) Seeking Collection

  This is a dimly lit room filled with stench and mildew smell.

  On one wall hung a small oil lamp with a faint flame, while on the other wall, the rusty iron window let in gusts of sea breeze that made the dim light flicker. The uneven granite blocks were covered in dark green moss, soft and fluffy, making the two walls look like an old man covered in festering sores.

  Bisai Liu's face was illuminated by the flickering flames, his deep wrinkles making him look like a withered old tree trunk. His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at a burly man in front of him, his thick eyebrows furrowed, deeply etched into a "川" shape.

  The man standing in front of him was named Chris Phil, the warden of Jail Garen, a terrifying third-class magic swordsman.

  They say he's terrifying, but it doesn't entirely refer to his strength, rather his cruel and bloodthirsty personality.

  This man was born to enjoy torturing his prisoners, with an endless variety of cruel tricks, and the bloody violence was so extreme that even a heart of stone could not bear to look.

  Since Baise Liu handed over Ba Er to him for severe torture, this man's eyes had been exuding a thick pathological and fanatical gaze, as if ants had smelled the smell of blood.

  Baral, majestic as a lion, was suspended in mid-air by four ropes tied to his wrists and ankles. His entire body had been stripped bare by the ropes that Butcher Phileas had pierced through his wrists with a sharp knife.

  When Phil was at a disadvantage, he deliberately avoided the blood vessels on Bal's wrist, so that he wouldn't bleed to death. This man who was skilled in torture had once interrogated a prisoner for ten whole days, and by the end of it, there wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on the prisoner's body, his flesh was covered with flies and maggots, yet he still hadn't died!

  These prisoners fell into the hands of other jailers, possibly also subjected to severe torture, ****, but in the end they could die a quick death.

  If it falls into the hands of Bloodthirsty Phil, then it's truly a fate worse than death!

  Bloodworth has kept a record since he became warden.

  In his hands, there has never been anyone who didn't open their mouth to speak, there has never been a question he wanted to ask that couldn't be asked, even if it were someone made of steel they would melt!

  Phil has a square face, eagle eyes and lion nose. When he doesn't smile, his face doesn't look scary at all, but as soon as he smiles, the flesh on his face piles up like folds, instantly looking like a tattered cloth that's been crumpled up. Every organ on his face exudes a strong bloody smell, revealing a terrifying ferocity!

  Xue Tuer's whip trembled in his hand, a slit opened on his mouth, and he chuckled, looking at the work in front of him with a self-satisfied expression.

  Ba Er was suspended in mid-air, the ropes that pierced his wrists tore at his flesh and skin, causing him unbearable pain. His body contorted and struggled violently due to the agony, but the more he struggled, the more fiercely the ropes that pierced his hands and feet tore at him!

  The fresh blood on his wrist flowed down his arm, touching the gaping wounds on his body, and suddenly stabbed Bal with another severe pain, his body shook violently, and when his wrist was subjected to force, the penetrating rope bit into his wound like a sawtooth, stimulating even more fresh blood.

  A terrible vicious circle!

  Bloodthirsty Fiel didn't even need to lift a hand, he could sit back and drink tea while watching Barl struggle in agony before him.

  Generally speaking, an ordinary person would collapse after being hung like this for a while!

  In Phil's hands, even the strongest-willed man could only last less than a grain of sand, but this Barl had already lasted for five grains of sand!

  The more Old Bar insisted, the more excited Phil became, he had plenty of time to grind with this old man.

  But Bixie didn't.

  For Bisaiyu, every grain of sand falling into the hourglass is precious!

  Bisai's eyes narrowed into a line, like an old and cunning fox, staring tightly at Bar.

  Although he caught Ball, after searching all over Ball's body, he didn't find a single piece of paper, let alone Atos' treasure map.

  This shows that the old fox did not carry the treasure map on his body.

  Something so important and he doesn't even carry it with him, where could it be?

  Hand it over to the most trusted person around you?

  Impossible! This old fox only trusts himself!

  Hidden in a place where only he knows?

  Impossible! How dare this old fox put something so important in a place where he can't even see it under his own nose?

  Remembered in your own mind?

  This is what Bisiye thought after thinking for a long time, and he felt that this answer was the most reliable.

  If it is so, then we can only pry open this old fox's mouth.

  If Ke Bisi stays in Dam City for one more day, his trail will attract more attention. If the news that he wants to snatch the treasure map from Bal gets out, he will encounter a disaster!

  The treasure of Pirate King Atos is enough to drive anyone in this world crazy!

  A person who wants to be a rich man gets it, and the gold and silver treasures collected by Atos for many years can make him change from an unknown small character to a super-rich man in the world of wealth; A person who wants to become the world's top strongman gets it, and the divine instrument of the sea god Tira can make him change from a weak and small life with no strength to bind chickens, to a super-strong man who looks down on the continent of the heavens; And a person who wants to dominate the ocean gets it, then the invincible warship Black Dragon King can help him become the king of the sea!

  I ask you, who in this world can resist such temptation?

  If Baisalao cannot be tolerated, then those with more power and authority under heaven will even less be tolerated.

  Once people have power, wealth and influence, what they pursue is even more power, even more wealth and even more influence!

  Human desires are endless!

  Bisai let out a soft breath, raised one hand and said in a low voice: "I have a few words to say to an old friend. Honorable Phil, can you give us some private space?"

  Fei let out a low, muffled laugh: "Of course, Honorable Bisai Rong! However, you'd best be careful not to get the blood of this stupid pig on your noble clothes!"

  Xue Tu Fei Er smiled and backed out of the cell.

  The iron gate creaked with a loud "clang", Bisai turned his head, walked to Bal's side, with a faint smile on his face, he stretched out one hand, wiped the wound on old Bal's body, his index finger and thumb stained with a little fresh blood, he rubbed it again, then put it in his mouth to taste, and chuckled: "Even your blood has a strong smell of sea salt! You're indeed the Sea Fox who has been rampant in the Atak Sea for over 30 years, Jones. Bal!"

  Old Bar was suspended in mid-air, his severed hand still clutched in the iron hook prosthetic which was being pulled by the rope, and not having been stabbed out of a wound, so when he heard Baiselue's words, Old Bar suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils bright red, like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey, desperately trying to attack Baiselue with his iron hook prosthetic.

  As soon as Ke Lao Ba Er moved, another hand brought a severe pain that almost made him dizzy. He let out a loud and mournful cry, emitting a beast-like roar and howl.

  Bisai's expression didn't change, he just focused on gazing at Ba Er's distorted face, as if appreciating a wild beast in a cage struggling desperately.

  Bisai remained smiling, his demeanor and articulation as elegant as a court etiquette teacher, making one feel that this should be a magnificent and resplendent imperial palace, rather than such a foul-smelling, gloomy and terrifying prison.

  "We've known each other for so many years, you know my character and I know yours. So, those hypocritical pleasantries and social niceties, I think between the two of us, we can dispense with them, don't you agree? Captain Bar?"

  Lao Ba gradually came to his senses from his anger, panting heavily and chuckling: "Is that so? In that case, shouldn't we change the way we meet up and find a better place?"

  "Ah, great! Old friends meeting again, let's have another glass of that ten-year-old brandy, that would be even better!"

  Old Ba Er laughed loudly: "Then what are you waiting for? Don't put me down from this ghost place?"

  Bisou smiled faintly: "That's not up to me, Captain Bar! Are you willing to be my honored guest and drink a ten-year-old fine brandy or stay here and become a pile of rotting stinking meat? The choice is yours, it's in your own hands, see how you choose!"

  Old Baral panted heavily, his eyes revealing a thick sarcastic smile: "Bisai Liu, do you think that if the treasure map of Pirate King Atos really existed, I would still be caught by you and brought here? Why wouldn't I just go get the divine artifact left behind by Atos and send you to meet the Sea God Tira directly?"

  "Tsk, tsk, respected Captain Ball, I was just praising your intelligence, how come you're so quick to self-contradict?" Bicelou wagged a finger at him, also looking at Ball with an eye full of sarcasm and ridicule. "Do you think I'm a fool?"

  Lao Ba Er sneered: "Anyone who thinks you're a fool is the real fool!"

  Bai Sui smiled and said, "If this is praise, then I'll accept it! However, since you think I'm not a fool, you should understand. If you can have an internal spy on our side, then I can also have an internal spy on your side! One for one, very fair, isn't it?"

  Lao Ba's smile gradually sank, his eyes coldly staring at Bi Sai Liu: "So you've found out after all! What did you do to him?"

  "Don't worry, he's as cunning as you are and has already slipped away!" Bi Saiyu smiled and said: "So, don't try to deceive me about the treasure map anymore. I'm not some inexperienced young whippersnapper!"

  Bar's gaze was fixed on Bisi, after a while, he suddenly smiled: "Okay, when in Rome, do as the Romans do! Come over here, I'll tell you!"

  Bisai's heart was filled with wild joy, he finally agreed to speak?

  The old fox's heart was surging like a rolling wave, but his face didn't reveal even half of it. He slightly tilted his head and smiled, saying: "Oh, I'm all ears!"

  Old Bal laughed and said in Bisai's ear, "The cognac you're drinking is too smooth, the degree is too low, that's what women drink. A real man should drink rum!"

  Bisai's face changed color, he knew that Bar was using the two wines to mock him.

  Firstly, to mock him for being effeminate, and secondly, to tell him that we are fundamentally people from two different worlds. Want me to speak up? No way!

  Bisai Lu could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, he glared at Bal with a fierce gaze: "Do you want to wait until I hang your corpse on the city gate before you regret it?"

  "Even if I really had a treasure map, telling you would be looking for death!"

  Bisaiyu was told the central matter, he had planned to ask about the whereabouts of the treasure map, and immediately eliminate all people related to this matter, Old Bal would not be an exception.

  Bisai smiled and regained his noble demeanor: "Alright, it seems you still prefer to stay with Phil. I'll invite him back for a little gathering! If you get bored with him, just let me know, I'll go out for a cup of tea first. Excuse me!"

  Bisai Liu turned around and walked out of the cell by himself. His face immediately became gloomy, his fists clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth.

  It's a feeling of having his heart's desire right in front of him, within reach, yet he can't quite grasp it, and this is driving him nearly crazy!

  "Viscount Bisukeru..." A soft voice called out to Viscount Bisukeru, who immediately changed back to his gentle and affable expression, looking at the speaker.

  It was Admiral Wolman of the Dam City Navy who spoke, bending his waist and revealing a flattering look in his eyes as he handed over a letter.

  Bisai raised an eyebrow and said curiously: "How did you end up here?"

  "Wolman smiled and said: 'Viscount Biselle, this is a letter that someone insisted on delivering to you personally. Please take a look yourself!'"

  Bisai received the letter, but saw a few drops of red wax on the seal, and then pinched a fingerprint with his fingers to show that it had not been unsealed. He opened the envelope and found only a small piece of paper lying alone inside.

  Bisai Liu took out the note and couldn't help but burst into loud laughter after just one glance.

  Wolman was familiar with the officialdom, of course, knew that Bisai Liu was a person who was extremely deep in the city, and had always been joyful and angry without showing his emotions. However, at this time he couldn't help but laugh so hard, yet he didn't know what it was for.

  Not just Admiral Wolman was taken aback, but even Bloodstain raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled.

  "With a smile, Viscount Bisclair tore the paper in his hand to shreds and said: 'Honorable Wolfram-sama, Honorable Phil Mayor, I, Jerat Ande Bisclair, have a small request that I hope you can fulfill!'"

  Vormund and Bloodfist exchanged a glance, both of them puzzled in their hearts, but they still bowed down respectfully: "It's my honor to serve you, Viscount Biscay! But I don't know what your request refers to?"

  Bisai smiled and said, "We will have guests visiting tonight, so I would like to ask Mr. Wollman and Phil to cooperate with me in entertaining them well, okay?"

  It turned out to be such a small matter!

  "Wolfram and Veer exclaimed in unison: 'Delighted, Honorable Viscount Biselle!'"

  Sorry, overslept...

  I'll update once today, and then again after 12 o'clock tonight... tomorrow will be a double update.

  Here is the translation:

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