Wizard Earl

Chapter 17 Interrogation!

Looking at the two wet water glasses on the desk and Rebecca lying on the bed, Connor suddenly realized something. Since he entered the room, Vidal had not moved an inch. Whether it was releasing those three blobs of corrosive liquid at the beginning, being shot in the arm by Connor, or attacking him with that gray hand just now, Vidal had not moved an inch.

The water glasses were both wet, which means what? It means that most likely two people drank the water! And now Rebecca is already under the influence of the drug and lying in bed, so what will happen to Mr. Vidal, who most likely also drank the well water that Connor had drugged?

Is he not moving because he doesn't want to move right now? Or is it because the drug has taken effect and he can't move?

With a slight upturn of his lips, Connor Ferguson immediately came up with a plan. Without hesitation, he drew his sharp Kulling Blade from his waist and charged towards Rebecca, who was lying on the bed. Seeing the direction of Connor's attack, Vidal's eyes widened in anger, and he hurriedly chanted, once again unleashing his gray hand in an attempt to stop Connor.

Looking at the large gray hand beside him trying to stop him, Connor made no attempt to hide the smile in his eyes that came from a successful scheme.

"Oh no!" Vidal cried out inwardly. Connor's smug expression made him realize another possibility, and he immediately began chanting again.

However, Connor wouldn't give him that chance. Just as he planned, he abruptly stopped his charge towards Rebecca, then turned and jumped, the back of his dagger slashing hard at Vidal's temple.

"Clang!"

With a muffled thud, Vidal, who was halfway through his chant, collapsed to the ground and fell into a coma!

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In an empty room in the castle.

"Bang bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang bang!"

One dull thud after another echoed from the room as fists collided with flesh.

Left hook, right hook, uppercut... With a sinister glint in his eyes, Connor Ferguson mercilessly swung his fists at the sack he had hung from the rafters.

"Tick-tock..." "Tick-tock..."

On the rough surface of the tan sack, bright red bloodstains had seeped out in some places, and drops of blood were dripping onto the floor.

Connor delivered another heavy punch to the sack, causing it to shake violently as it hung in mid-air. Only then did he stop his beating, find a white towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and put the sack on the ground.

Inside the sack lay a man, none other than Vidal! However, Mr. Vidal was a far cry from the spirited man he had been when they first met. He was now bound hand and foot, covered in wounds, with hardly a patch of undamaged skin on his body.

To prevent him from chanting and using evil magic such as dark green liquid and gray hands, Connor stuffed a rag into his mouth, rendering him unable to utter a single word. However, Mr. Vidal was no ordinary man. Despite Connor's almost sadistic beating, he remained conscious, his fierce eyes fixed on Connor. If looks could kill, then Connor would probably be on his way to heaven right now!

Connor pressed a revolver against Vidal's temple and said in a deep voice, "I want to talk to you. I'm going to remove that rag from your mouth now, but if I hear your chanting, I'll blow your head off immediately. I'm sure you wouldn't want to see your brains splattered!"

Seeing that Vidal did not put up a strong resistance and was still staring at him intently, Connor took a deep breath and slowly took the rag out of Vidal's mouth.

"Pooh!"

The moment the rag was taken out of Vidal's mouth, a stream of bright red saliva was spat onto Connor's face.

"You son of a bitch, if I hadn't fallen for your trick, I would make you regret ever being born!" Vidal's narrow, triangular eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

Wiping the foul-smelling saliva from his face, Connor laughed in exasperation, gently patting Vidal's scarred cheek, and said calmly, "I didn't expect Mr. Vidal to be such a tough guy. My apologies! To be honest, I admire tough guys like you the most!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Connor placed a towel over Vidal's face. Vidal seemed to realize what Connor was trying to do, and his fierce eyes turned somewhat terrified as his body instinctively began to struggle.

Unfortunately, bound tightly with ropes as thick as an arm, Vidal's struggles were destined to be futile.

Connor poured five large buckets of water onto the towel, continuing the "water torture" until Vidal's body began to spasm and his arms and legs were flailing wildly.

Looking at Vidal's current miserable state, Connor felt no pity whatsoever. He knew very well that the original Connor Ferguson had died at the hands of this guy's curse, and if he chose to sit and wait for his death, he would suffer the same fate.

Removing the towel from Vidal's face, Connor once again pressed the revolver against his temple. "Mr. Vidal, believe me, death is never the worst thing. If you continue acting like a 'tough guy,' I'll make you beg me to kill you!"

Hearing Connor's threat, Vidal, who had just recovered from waterboarding, flashed a look of humiliation in his narrow, triangular eyes. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "What do you want to know from me?"

"Why did you and Rebecca curse me? What did you do to my memories? A friendly reminder, dear Mr. Vidal, I have my own judgment. If I sense lies and deception, it's not just Mr. Vidal's problem!" Connor said in a low voice, making no attempt to hide the naked threat in his words.

After listening carefully to Connor's words, Vidal's eyes surprisingly lacked anger and resentment, replaced by calmness. "Connor, let's make a deal! You saw it yourself, I cast a spell. I know you're interested in these things. I'll give them to you, and you let Rebecca and me leave, how about that?"

Seeing that Vidal seemed to be trying to bargain with him, Connor chuckled and said casually, "One hand."

"What do you mean?" Vidal frowned and asked, completely baffled as to what Connor meant by "one hand".

(End of this chapter)