Big Buck felt like he was being squeezed by a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press.
All the secrets hidden in the depths of his brain spilled out...
The internal structure of the temple, the staffing of the guards, Casanova's position in the Blood Hoof Clan, Casanova's trusted generals, how many children the Blood Hoof chief had, the relationship between these dozens of children, the Blood Hoof Clan's competitors... besides the Ironhide Clan, so on and so forth...
Just as he had said, the black-haired, black-eyed monster had mastered "exquisite techniques."
There were many things that Big Buck had just vaguely heard once a long time ago and forgotten.
After this monster's processing, however, he magically remembered them again.
The nightmare-like cycle continued for an unknown period of time.
Big Buck felt as if his brain and body had literally been emptied as he turned into a shriveled bag of skin.