"Be a good guy and point out your father's property with the least security."
"AH~ Ah"
"I can't take that clothes to roll off your mouth. Just point it and I'll let you have some rest"
Nix said gazing at Havenkat's son who was tearing down with a map of Ferandel in his hand.
He was wearing just his under trunks and other than that there was nothing he was wearing and he was made to sit with a bareback. His body was battered and seemed beyond healing. Multiple cuts and wounds were inflicted on his body and his surroundings reeked of blood.
"Man, Even my hands are trembling reminiscing that I am torturing you...Well, anyway if you don't wanna suffer just show the locations of some of your father's possessions and take some rest."
Nix said indifferently.
"AHH~ AHH"
As Havenkat's son quivered and rolled on the floor after falling with the chair he was tied to.
"Hah, Don't you wanna have some peace?"