Following the screams, everyone came to the back garden.
They soon arrived at the spot where Levi had dug a hole downwards during the day to extract stone.
The hole was very obvious during the day, so no one stepped on it and fell in.
But when night came and it was pitch black, the hole effectively became invisible.
If you weren’t paying attention, you really would fall right down.
Let alone an assassin who was in a rush to escape; how could they possibly notice their footing?
Inside the bottomless pit, aided by the moonlight spilling down, a pitch-black figure could faintly be seen.
Seeing the assassin clutching his leg down below and grimacing in agony,
Trist completely lost his composure, his old face creasing into a smile:
“Hahaha! Your Highness! Who would have thought the hole you dug during the day actually caught a prey!”
Levi’s expression was likewise unable to hold back a smile.
He truly hadn’t expected that the hole he dug downwards for convenience in mining stone would by some fluke catch the fleeing assassin?
The Assassin Captain down below genuinely never expected that he would misstep and fall into such a huge hole.
How humiliating!
Simply humiliating!
Because his leg had been slashed by Isabella, his mobility was compromised.
Had he not been dragged down by his leg injury, even if he had stepped into a trap, he would have been able to react immediately, pushing off the wall to jump back to the surface.
But things went wrong precisely because his leg was severely injured.
Leaving him with restricted movement, which was why he fell into this five-meter-deep pit.
If he found out who dug such a deep pit to harm him, he would definitely kill that person.
The assassin roared, “Dammit! Just who dug this!!”
“I dug this personally for you myself. How is it, is the size a good fit?”
Levi’s voice drifted down into the pit from above.
This response completely triggered the Assassin Captain.
It’s you again!
“You damned fellow! I will definitely kill you!”
He never imagined that he would fall into the hands of the Sixth Prince yet again!
Wait, why did he say “again”?
Levi shook his head with a cheeky smile, “You’ve already said several times that you wanted to kill me, how come I’m still living perfectly fine?”
Saying this, he sighed.
“Sigh, why are you such a compulsive liar?”
Levi’s words pierced straight to the heart, a surge of fresh blood bubbling up from the Assassin Captain’s throat.
Pfft.
A mouthful of blood spat onto the ground.
Overwhelmed with rage.
This operation not only cost a thousand-gold magic scroll, but in the end, it also failed to assassinate his target.
Failing to assassinate the target was one thing, but falling into a trap while escaping…
God of Assassins!
Have you abandoned your most loyal follower?
Trist turned to look at Levi, “Your Highness, should we fish him up and interrogate him?”
“Interrogate?”
Levi was just about to say yes.
Anyway, it doesn’t hurt to ask; even if nothing is squeezed out, they must have the interrogator severely torture this assassin.
Daring to stab this prince with a blade just now, you won’t get off easily.
Hearing the conversation between the two from below, the assassin immediately shouted loudly: Get faster updates on g.com.
“Give up! It’s impossible for me to tell you anything!”
“The assassination failed! I have already prepared myself to die!”
The Assassin Captain indeed had a plan in mind.
He would first act like he would rather die than submit, and then change his attitude, thereby finding a chance to maneuver.
Clap, clap, clap——
Levi couldn’t help but applaud the assassin below a few times.
“Such a speech full of the assassin’s soul.”
Hearing Levi’s praise, the corners of the Assassin Captain’s mouth hidden beneath the black cloth curved slightly upward.
As expected, everything is just as I…
“Then it seems there’s no need for interrogation.”
!?
The assassin couldn’t believe his ears.
Isabella and Trist likewise couldn’t believe their ears.
“Your Highness, are you really not going to interrogate him?”
Levi shook his head; he already knew these assassins came from Winterhold.
Then the remaining things didn’t matter.
“I believe that ruthless younger brother of mine will handle all traces cleanly.”
“Even if I took these assassins’ corpses to report to the royal capital, it would most likely end up in nothing.”
“Since that’s the case, why waste my own energy?”
Levi’s words were not without reason, and Trist couldn’t help feeling somewhat gratified.
He hadn’t expected His Highness not to be oblivious, but rather to have thought much further ahead.
Isabella tilted her head in confusion, wearing a puzzled little expression that was utterly adorable:
“Your Highness, then how do you plan to deal with this assassin?”
“Not dealing with him for now; just let him stay down there for a few days. Once he’s thirsty, hungry, and his wound gets infected and causes a fever, let’s see if his mouth stays as tough.”
“Since you want to show your loyalty, then let me see how much your loyalty is actually worth.”
Levi spoke in a loud voice, clear enough for the assassin below to hear every word.
Afterwards, he switched out his Cobblestone, and without hesitation plugged up the deep pit.
The pit completely plunged into darkness.
Eh?
No?
This isn’t right, is it?
Isn’t the normal procedure that I refuse to yield even unto death, then you torture a confession out of me, and I appropriately leak some information?
And finally exchange the most crucial information for my little life?!
How come you just stopped asking directly?
Impossible, impossible.
They must be bluffing him.
It’s definitely like this!
Keeping calm is the chance to survive.
The Assassin Captain kept his mouth shut; he refused to believe Levi could really give up the interrogation.
However…
Listening to the footsteps coming from above growing fainter and more distant, they really left the back garden.
The Assassin Captain truly didn’t know what expression he should make.
What the hell is going on here?
Not only is this Sixth Prince’s combat style bizarre to the extreme, but is his thought logic abnormal too?!
Do you understand the gold content of intelligence?
Do you know what an information game is?
No rush.
They will definitely want to know intelligence regarding the mastermind behind the scenes.
The Assassin Captain comforted himself once more.
There will still be a turning point…
Hiss!
The wound on his leg was pulled, causing the Assassin Captain’s face to distort.
The oozing blood had already flowed onto the floor.
He could only tear off a corner of his clothes to temporarily bandage the wound.
The Assassin Captain clenched his fists fiercely.
Heh, psychological warfare, is it?
When I was playing psychological warfare, you brat weren’t even born yet!
Wanting to play with me, you’re still too green!
With such a big space below, and I can adjust my breathing frequency, you want to kill me?
Keep dreaming!
…
One day passed.
Levi began sword practice under Isabella’s guidance.
Two days passed.
Levi and Isabella sweat profusely in the training ground.
Three days passed.
Levi and Isabella were covered in sweat.
…
Other than the busy footsteps continuously coming from overhead and the sounds of directing the planting of potatoes, there was nothing else.
The pit was pitch black, and the wound on his leg had already become infected.
The fever triggered by the wound left the Assassin Captain completely dizzy.
Dammit!
Dammit, dammit!
Isn’t that guy afraid that I’ll really die in the pit without spitting out a single bit of intelligence!
His psychological defense line finally collapsed.
He wasn’t afraid of being interrogated or severely tortured.
He was only afraid that the opponent wouldn’t interact with you at all!
“Let me out! I want to see the Sixth Prince! I have monumental intelligence!”
“I have intelligence on the fall of the Northern Frontier! Let me out!!”
The assassin’s shouting gave the workers at the back garden’s potato production line a massive fright.
The potatoes they had just artificially ripened in their hands almost dropped all over the ground.
Where did a male ghost come from?!
Is this the cry of a tortured ghost from the Nether?
“Everyone calm down! It’s neither a ghost nor a demon! There’s just an arrested assassin in the basement!”
The general manager Peter immediately stepped out to soothe the workers’ emotions.
After listening to the assassin’s wails for a while, the workers also lost interest.
After all, it was just those few sentences back and forth, they were sick of hearing it.
Better to work a bit more and be able to claim a few more potatoes to take back today.
If the family can’t finish eating them, they can even take them out to sell, how wonderful.
Peter, the general manager of the production line, had long been informed by Trist about there being an assassin below, and was instructed to notify Trist immediately once there was any movement.
Seeing that the assassin finally couldn’t hold on anymore, he jogged all the way to Trist’s room to inform him of this matter.