Chapter Two Hundred and Ten: The Only Way_2

"Ah, ah!..."

Fear mixed with pain, the slightly plump merchant let out two short howls, before being pushed back into the grass again. Like Ezpan, he had lost the little finger of his left hand forever.

"Where are the enemies? What banner? How many people? Speak the truth, one lie, one finger!"

Ezpan released his grip and repeated the question, while once again raising his dagger.

"Your Highness, spare...my life! I'll speak, I'll speak!..." In terror, the merchant's eyes widened, and he begged loudly through his pain.