Chapter 109: Beaten Worse than a Dog (1/2)

A man was lying on the ground, covered in grime and blood, clothes had been tattered and hair ragged. His face was pale and his body twisted and turned on the ground from this way and that. Over ten men were standing in front of him as he laid on the ground, kicking and cursing and spitting on him continuously.

At every knock and thump, the man let out a hair-prickling screech that would send a chill through anyone's spine.

”Have you decided yet?” a middle-aged man said with a cold voice.

”I-I don't have the thi-thing you-you want.” The man spoke, and with every word the blood gushed out of his mouth, his lips twitched and his body shivered, maybe in fear, or maybe in pain.

”Heh?” the middle-aged man chuckled at his reply. ”I wonder how long you will be able to endure the torture.” He waddled down and held his face in his right hand and then jerked it away. ”Bring it out.” He spat towards one of the men behind him.

”Here it is, second lord,” said the man with a respectful tone and passed a large wooden box. The middle-aged man nodded and said to him, ”You have worked hard, Ish.”

The man or more precisely the boy who brought the box to the middle-aged man was none other than Ish from the House Wynner. ”Thank you, second lord. It is what I should do.” Though he said that, a smile never left the corner of his mouth.

The second lord(the middle-aged man) nodded at him and turned towards the man on the ground. Then opened the wooden box and brought a small hammer and nails from it. ”Do you know what it is?” he asked with a grin — the man eyed the second lord with eyes full of hatred, however, there was fear as well. As he knew what the middle-aged man was going to do with him.

”There was a man,” the second lord began. ”Very tough. Very strong. And definitely very arrogant. But he had something that House Wynner wanted, but he refused, and that was his greatest mistake. At that time the house leader gave me the task to break the man.” He smiled harmlessly as he reached there. But the man on the ground felt as if hundreds of vipers were crawling over his skin.

”Do you know how I broke that man?” he held the hammer and nails in his hand and continued. ”With these — when the first nail went into his skull, he screamed and cursed and moaned and cried, but did not break.

”When the second nail was inside his skull, he turned and twisted on the ground and begged for mercy. He cried but tears refused to come out from his eyes. But he still refused to cooperate.” At this moment he stopped and grinned at the man on the ground. ”Do you know what happened when the third nail went into his skull?”

The man looked at the middle-aged man with horror and could not produce any sound, his face had been turned completely pale.

The second lord chuckled and shook his head. ”The third nail never went into his skull, because he pissed himself in terror, and it didn't take long before he gave the thing that we wanted.” He peered at the man and smirked. ”I wonder how many nails you can take. One? Two? Three? I would really like to know. Hold his hands and legs!”

Four men rushed to pin the man down on the ground. The man tried to struggle but to no avail. He struggled and cried and screamed and again cried and screamed and struggled and begged. The second lord placed the nail over his skull and aimed slowly with a hammer. ”Don't do this. Please, don't do this. You can take the cauldron!” in the end, the man gave up on any hope.

”See,” the middle-aged man chuckled. ”It isn't that hard, is it? You should have done this a long time ago.” The man pulled his hand away and grinned at the trembling man on the ground. ”Now, where is the Cauldron?”

The man gritted his teeth and then extended his hand. Over his hand, there was a thumb-sized cauldron. He said. ”This is the cauldron you are after.”

”Are you playing with us?!” said the second lord, his tone turning chilling again.

”This is a Rank 3 cauldron, a high-level artefact. It could change its size. Let me show you.” As he said the cauldron changed its size, becoming eight feet tall, and eight feet wide. It was like a round ball, all kinds of runes had been carved over its surface, dragon, tiger, moon and stars — it had a golden surface. A work of a master.

”So that's how it works, hahaha,” the second lord laughed out loud at this display. He peered at the cauldron with greed, but as he was about to take the cauldron, he stopped.

”Long time no see, Ironclad.” At this moment, a distant voice came, freezing the second lord's expression. He turned around and saw a group walking towards him from the shop.

All this time he was lost in his work and didn't care about his surroundings. Furthermore, he didn't think that anyone would dare to interfere in his matter. After all, the leader of their house was a Rank 2 mage. Only the king himself was above him, Rank 3.