Chapter 489: Interrogating for Information, Another Way to Use Healing Prayer

"I, I lived and resided in a Baron's territory in the northern part of the province. My lord, I come from a very small village—no, it doesn't even qualify as a village, just a settlement." The soldier lowered his head and slowly spoke these words.

But Jier was still unsatisfied; he frowned and shook his head: "You are still beating around the bush with me. You are a smart man; that much is clear from the fact that everyone else in your squad died, but you alone survived. Because you are smart, not stupid, you should understand what I want to know."

A fawning smile appeared on the soldier's face: "My lord, I really don't know what you want to know. You ask me questions, and I will answer your questions."

"You see, you are still beating around the bush with me. This is not what a smart man should do."

Jier paced back and forth in the room: "Perhaps you have figured it out: right now, you are the only person I have in my hands, and you are the only source from which I can obtain intelligence. So, do you feel that I cannot do anything to you? You are afraid that I will lose my last source of information, right?"

"No, I don't have that thought, my lord." The soldier hurriedly lowered his head, saying aggrievedly. In truth, that was exactly what he was thinking. Right now, he was the only one who could provide this young Knight with intelligence about their defeated army. As long as he didn't open his mouth, the other party wouldn't be able to get any substantial information out of him.

Therefore, perhaps he could use this intelligence to bargain for his own freedom.

But he thought too much; Jier was not a soft-hearted person. From last year until now, the number of people he had killed with his own hands was so high that he himself could no longer remember.

So at this moment, Jier smiled, bent down, and patted the soldier's cheek while saying: "Before I do anything, you have one last chance. Answer my questions honestly."

"Where are you from? Who was the Noble or Knight leading you before the squad was defeated? Where are the captured Changmai Cunzi villagers now? Where are the Blue Dragonfly Cunzi villagers you captured these days? Who is the current leader of your squad? And what do you plan to do in the future?"

"Answer me one by one; this is your only remaining chance. If you do not answer properly, or if you are full of lies, then I can only use some methods on you. If these methods cause damage to your body or life, then I can only express my regrets, as I will be unable to fulfill the requirement of guaranteeing your life that you asked for when you surrendered."

Jier said so much just to give the other party a chance, but clearly, this soldier did not realize this; he was still beating around the bush, wanting to bargain with Jier.

"My lord, Knight, I know the questions you are asking, at least most of them. But I am afraid, too. I am afraid that if I tell you what you want to know, you will change your attitude afterward and not protect me as you said you would. What should I do then?"

Jier smiled: "Indeed, what should you do then? Heh, perhaps you don't understand. I could completely use torture on you first and then ask. Asking first is already giving you a chance. But you don't seem to want to seize this chance?"

The soldier thought, "This is bad," but Jier's expression suddenly turned serious. He walked out of the room, leaving the soldier alone there.

With his hands and feet bound, the soldier could not move. He could only stare at the room's only wooden door, imagining what method the Knight would use to torture him.

The soldier had actually mentally prepared himself for being tortured. It was impossible not to be tortured; when they captured people before, they would also beat them first, and only start questioning them after the captured person realized the situation.

So, now that this situation had fallen upon him, he had already prepared himself mentally. Furthermore, if he withstood the torture, wouldn't he be able to better use the condition of not fearing torture to negotiate with this young Knight?

He felt secretly smug in his heart, but his smugness did not last long.

Jier soon walked back in, carrying a bucket of water.

"My lord, you want to use Water Torture on me, right? Hehe, please go ahead."

The soldier let out a laugh, and Jier was amused too; he had never seen someone who could still laugh while being tortured.

"It is Water Torture, but it's not that complicated." After Jier finished speaking, he placed the bucket on the ground with a *thud*. This bucket was not small; when filled with water, even some smaller children could take a bath in it.

Jier then grabbed the soldier's ankles and, with a slight exertion of force, hoisted the entire soldier upside down in his hands.

At this, the soldier was stunned. Isn't Water Torture repeatedly pouring water on the face to make one unable to breathe and experience the feeling of constant suffocation?

But what is this about holding him upside down?

Jier did not say much. After gauging the height, he directly held the man by his feet and submerged his entire head and part of his shoulders into the bucket.

The soldier remained motionless, clearly holding his breath, but Jier was not annoyed. He just stood there without speaking, lightly holding the other party and letting them hold their breath.

*Hmph*, holding your breath? If you don't have the ability to breathe underwater, what use is being able to hold your breath?

Time passed second by second. The soldier was clearly very capable of holding his breath after taking a deep breath because of his strong physique.

But as time flowed on, after two and a half minutes passed, the soldier's body began to sway slightly, and the fingers of the arms bound behind his back kept clenching and unclenching.

When the time reached three minutes, bubbles began to constantly rise in the bucket. The soldier's body began to twist continuously; not only was his body twisting, but his head and neck submerged in the bucket were also struggling hard.

Yet Jier still did not let go, continuing to hold the man upside down, keeping his entire head submerged in the water.

At about three and a half minutes, the soldier stopped struggling, his body twitching; he was clearly finished.

Only then did Jier lift the man up to check. But at a glance, the soldier's chest was no longer breathing, his complexion was purple, his eyes were bulging, and his mouth was wide open. Water kept flowing out from his open mouth and nose.

"Oh, drowned?" Jier sighed faintly, then placed the drowned soldier on the ground beside him, and opened the wooden door of the room behind him, letting the two Priests of the Agriculture God who had been waiting outside the door enter.

"Jier, the man has drowned!" Bata'er Jiaoshi exclaimed.

But the Old Priest Ruiduokasi was unhurried. He stepped forward and touched the chest of the motionless soldier with his hand: "There is still a faint heartbeat. Of course, if left alone, he will die soon. Little Luosa, watch closely; sometimes healing abilities can also be used in these places."

Priest Ruiduokasi silently recited a few words of Prayer, held his right fist high, and then forcefully smashed it onto the soldier's chest.

*Thud! *

Cyan Divine Power bloomed from his fist, stimulating the organs inside the soldier's chest.

*Pfft! * The soldier suddenly spat out a mouthful of water, and his chest began to breathe again.

And with his breathing, his bulging and dull eyes gradually regained their luster.

Jier hurriedly pushed the two Priests out of the room, ensuring that only he was in the room before the other party's consciousness returned.

There was water everywhere on the ground, and naturally, there were footprints left by the Priests after they entered, but these places did not need to be worried about. This tortured soldier would not have the extra attention or thinking ability to notice the footprints on the ground afterward.

Jier watched the soldier lying on the ground gradually recover. He sneered, grabbed the other party's ankles with both hands again, and hoisted him upside down.

"No, don't! Knight! Knight! I'll say whatever you ask! I'll tell you everything!"

The soldier shouted loudly, but Jier just shrugged: "But I am quite curious about using torture on people now. I want to know, how many rounds of Water Torture can a robust soldier like you endure before you die completely?"

"My lord! Didn't you want to know those questions? I'll tell you now! I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the soldier's head and neck were once again submerged into the bucket by Jier.

*Gurgle, gurgle* bubbles rose in the bucket, and the soldier struggled extremely violently with his whole body.

But this time, because he didn't have time to hold his breath, and because he struggled frantically as soon as he entered the water, the soldier didn't even last thirty seconds before he gradually stopped struggling.

Jier was afraid he was faking, so he kept him submerged in the water for an extra thirty seconds. After a full minute, he finally lifted him up.

Sure enough, this guy had drowned once again.

Water kept flowing out of his mouth, nose, and ears. Jier patted the other party's cheek, but the other party remained motionless.

"Oh, drowned again. Why did I say 'again'?" Jier chuckled, placed the man on the ground, and opened the room door once more.

The two Priests walked back in. This time, the Old Priest Ruiduokasi stretched out his finger and pointed at the motionless Defeated Soldier on the ground, saying to Bata'er Jiaoshi: "Little Luosa, do not have pity for them. Look at what these bad guys have done to the children in the village! This is just the lesson they deserve. Come, you revive him this time. How should one perform a Prayer for a drowning victim?"

Bata'er Jiaoshi knew the Old Priest was testing him. He hurriedly put his hands together and prayed loudly: "I hereby pray to the great deity: the person before me shall not drown in water. He still has his use in the future. This time, this place, is not the time or place for his life to end."

The Old Priest nodded. Although some of the wording was still inaccurate, it basically matched the Prayer for saving a drowning person.

Afterward, Bata'er Jiaoshi held his right fist high, his fist emitting the cyan light of the Agriculture God's Divine Power. He crouched down, and his raised fist smashed fiercely toward the chest of the motionless soldier.

Thump!

Divine Power bloomed, sliding across the entirety of the opponent's chest, and then this soldier, who had already drowned, trembled all over, spraying a mouthful of water from his mouth and splashing it all over Bata'er Jiaoshi's face.

Jier laughed heartily, causing Bata'er Jiaoshi to roll his eyes at him.

Seeing that the soldier had regained his breath and his body was constantly trembling, Jier hurriedly chuckled and pushed the two Priests out of the room.

"How many more times will it take to break his spirit?" Bata'er Jiaoshi asked.

Jier shrugged: "Depends on the situation. If he's smart, one or two more times will do; I guarantee he'll tell the truth. If he's stubborn and dull, then it depends on how many times his body can hold out. A couple of times before he dies completely, I reckon he'll be broken."

Old Priest Ruiduokasi, however, had a different opinion: "No need to break him completely, just making him afraid is enough. It's not like we can't save the people without this person's intelligence."

Jier nodded, sent the two out of the room, then turned around to face the soldier, squatting down and sneering.

"How is it? Is it a very novel experience?" Jier asked curiously.

The soldier was terrified. As soon as his consciousness recovered, he struggled to twist his body, trying to move away from this young but cruel Knight.

But he had no strength in his whole body, and his struggle only moved him a tiny bit. Jier easily grabbed his leg and dragged him back.

"Where do you want to go? This room is only so big, where could you possibly run to? How about we go another round? I want to see exactly how many times it takes to drown you completely."

This soldier did not know that he had actually already drowned twice; both times, the Agriculture Priest outside the door had used a Prayer Divine Art for saving drowning people to bring him back.

If not for the Priests' healing, the intensity of the Water Torture Jier used would have drowned the person outright.

That wasn't an interrogation; it was just drowning the person to death!

This time, the soldier didn't even have words to beg for mercy; only his teeth were chattering, clearly terrified of this young Knight who was far more terrifying and insane than they, the Defeated Soldiers, were.

The people they killed, their brutality, and their level of disregard for life were nothing compared to this young and often grinning Knight before him.

In reality, that was indeed the case. Over these past days, Jier had long since become indifferent to the value of Human life, because along the way of escorting the Refugees, hundreds of Bandits had been killed by him, and hundreds of Refugee civilians had also been killed by Bandits. Human life sounds precious, but in reality, it is worthless and meaningless.

"Can we have an honest conversation now?"

Jier asked.

The soldier nodded. He had a premonition—no, not a premonition, it was a glaring intuition—that if he dared to say a single word of refusal now, what would greet him would be continuous Water Torture until death.

No, what kind of Water Torture is it that kills people!

Do you even know how to interrogate for intelligence!

Bargain with me!

I'll say anything!

These words, he didn't dare to say a single one out loud, and could only honestly answer the young Knight's questions.

"Let's start with your name. If I don't even know your name, and I accidentally end up killing you later, I won't even know what name to write on the urn prepared for you. Don't you agree?"

The soldier hurriedly replied: "My name is Bert, Bert Conaways, everyone often calls me Lenglian Bote."

Jier smiled and touched the other's face; it was indeed ice-cold: "Oh, your face is indeed a bit cold, no wonder you have that nickname."

No, my nickname is Lenglian because I hang my face all day and never smile at my partners, not because my face is cold! Besides, isn't my face this cold because you shoved my whole head into a water bucket?

Lenglian Bote wanted to shout his thoughts out loud, but he didn't dare, and could only stifle these words in his mouth.

"Lenglian Bote, where is your hometown? I'm very curious, I'd really like to go visit your hometown sometime in the future."

Jier blinked, pretending to be genuinely curious and wanting to go see it.

But Lenglian Bote shivered, and he begged Jier in a pleading tone: "My lord, I beg you, although I know I did many wrong things with the others, I beg you, please don't go to my hometown."

Jier stopped smiling: "Is it because if I go there, your hometown relatives will discover that the heroic men who originally died on the battlefield didn't actually die, but instead became deserters? And used violence to harm other rural areas similar to your hometown?"

"By the way, you didn't seem to answer my question honestly just now!"

After Jier finished speaking, without waiting for the other to beg for mercy, he grabbed the soldier's ankle and lifted him up, directly dunking his head completely into the water bucket upside down.

The soldier was drowned, the Priests walked in to save him, then left the room. Jier once again squatted in front of the soldier, and with a beaming smile, said to the soldier who had come back to life and regained consciousness: "Whatever I ask you, you answer. I hope you understand this point."

The Defeated Soldier named Lenglian Bote nodded frantically, but dared not say a single word of nonsense or beg for mercy.

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