Chapter 390: Trampoline (2/2)

Which was why he could not stop looking down at the Shaman’s lower body, where strips of cloths were tied over his crouch like a supersized diaper.

“I won’t be that impolite if I were you.”

The Hill Shaman glowered at Angora and said with disdain, “Don’t you plains-folk hold your manners with pride? It seems that your manners extend only that far. Oh, wait, I’ve forgotten-your manners only include bowing and kowtowing to those people of important status.”

“Manners are reserved for those deserving of respect. I treat even peasants with manners if he has done something respectfully heroic, and clearly you would not grant me such courtesy.”

Angora did not hesitate to retaliate with his banter.

“Then it’s best you pray to your god that I won’t escape. Otherwise…” The Hill Shaman’s eyes were overflowing with killing intent and he was not holding it back.

“You don’t need to waste your breath. This dungeon itself is a blessing from my god.”

Angora spread his hands and watched as the Hill Shaman’s expression turned from shock to understanding before becoming full of despair, and felt a slight pleasure from it just then.

“However, it is not as if we can’t let you go if you are willing to work with us and give us some information.”

“Dream on! You damn plains-folk is as vile as shrews. Did you think I would believe you?!”Proving himself to be quite the character, the Hill Shaman firmly refused Angora’s negotiation after realizing that he could never escape from the dungeon. “Don’t get so full of yourself—we were only ambushed because we were in a rush. When the other hill-folks reach this place, it would be the end for you #$toads*[email protected]#$%!”

The Hill Shaman was mumbling a bunch of unintelligible words, and from the context, it appeared that the Hill Shaman was comparing them, the plains-folk to a bunch of animals, which was quite a rare manner of cursing.

Angora could not understand it and was therefore not really angry, since he did not intend to complete his System quest that easily.

As such, he turned on his quest panel to look through the items noted on it, sniggering imperceptibly before clearing his throat, “I’m not hoping that you would cooperate that easily either, which was why I’ve prepared some interrogation for you…” “Hahaha, you weak plains-folk are such fools!” The Hill Shaman broke into laughter. “We are the hill-folk who live amongst the great mountains! Our weaklings have long since died in the hunt. Wounds and pain are the norm for us, and even leather whip laced with saltwater…”

“Did I even say that I would torture you?” Angora cut him short impatiently. “At first, I intend to drug you with two bottles of aphrodisiac and have some belly-dancers give you a lap dance, before throwing you into another cell with a pig when you’re burning with arousal and record everything with a magic stone, and show it to everyone in this dungeon when you recover. I’ll repeat it when you regain some of your vigor, and of course out of human consideration, we would switch the pig with a dog for a change of palate the second time…”

“Kill me now!” The Hill Shaman screamed, his face turning pale as he rushed toward the wall.

However, the dungeon walls were made anti-suicide, which was why he bounced back as if hitting a piece of rubber, before being bounced between the walls of the cell like he dropped on a trampoline.

If one did not take notice of the Hill Shamana’s wildly panicking looks, it would be a happy scene as if an overgrown child wearing a supersized diaper was trampolining…