章節 50: Solve hidden dangers
Naril was tied up and kneeling on the ground, his face full of confusion.
"Lord Ron, I don't understand what you are saying? The person who attacked the territory last time had nothing to do with me. If I hadn't run fast, I would have lost my life long ago. Lord Ron, you have to believe me!"
Seeing Naril's innocent expression, Ron couldn't help but feel a headache.
"It seems you don't want to talk. I originally wanted to spare your life, but it seems that I can't do it now."
"Lord Ron, what did I do wrong? You say it, and I will definitely change. Is it because I was lazy that you want to kill me?
I will never dare again. Please, Lord Ron, spare me!" When Naril heard that Ron was going to kill him, he immediately burst into tears and begged desperately.
Seeing this, Thorin and Boleyn on the side couldn't help but feel pity. After all, Naril's words implied a hint of persuasion. If being lazy would lead to being killed, then they would have no good days in the future. So they began to plead for Naril one after another.
"Lord Ron, spare him once. I believe that after this time, he definitely won't dare to be lazy anymore."
"Yes! My lord, we will supervise him and ensure that he will never be lazy again."
Seeing Naril playing petty tricks in front of him, Ron smiled: "You are really good. You actually know how to change the topic. And you can also incite people to share a common hatred. You are quite capable! However, your little cleverness is useless to me."
"Thorin!" Ron turned to look at Thorin: "Search Naril's personal belongings and see if there is any strong liquor, kerosene or other things that are easy to catch fire."
Hearing this, Thorin was stunned for a moment and didn't understand what Ron meant. However, he didn't dare to go against Ron's will. He nodded and turned to do as Ron said.
Just as Thorin was about to leave, Boleyn suddenly said, "My lord, did you say kerosene?"
"Yes! Boleyn. What do you want to say?" Ron saw that Boleyn seemed to know something, so he asked.
Boleyn smiled awkwardly: "Once when I was cleaning the room, I found a wine bag hidden under Naril's bed. I have a drinking problem and wanted to steal a sip. As a result, I found it was kerosene. It almost choked me to death."
"Sure enough!" Ron murmured to himself, and then looked at Boleyn: "Go and bring that bag of kerosene."
"Yes."
Soon, Boleyn came back with a full wine bag. Judging from the weight, it was estimated to be three or four catties.
"My lord, I brought it. But I don't understand. It's just a bag of kerosene. Why tie up Naril?"
Ron took the wine bag, opened the stopper, smelled it himself. It was indeed kerosene.
He screwed the stopper back on and threw it on the ground.
"If our Mr. Naril is in league with the bandits, and there is a lot of firewood on our ship. And add some kerosene on a snowy night. Guess what will happen?"
When the two heard this, their faces changed greatly. How could they not know what this meant?
"Bastard Naril, you actually want to burn us to death!"
"Damn it!"
"It's just a bag of kerosene." Naril looked innocent: "I just use it to keep warm in the wild. How can it be evidence that I colluded with bandits? Besides, if I wanted to burn you to death, I would have set fire to it long ago. Why haven't I done it until now?"
When Boleyn and the other two heard this, they were speechless again. Thinking about it carefully, it was really like this.
"It seems to be right."
"My lord, is there some misunderstanding here?"
Ron was really amused and annoyed by their changing attitudes.
Seeing that they had no opinions at all, he really didn't want to pay attention to these two fools. Instead, he looked at Naril coldly.
"I don't need your excuse. I just need you to tell me what is your relationship with that knight who pretends to be a bandit. Listen carefully, it's that one, not that group!"
Hearing this, the always calm Naril finally showed a trace of panic in his eyes. But he quickly returned to normal to cover up his panic just now.
"I don't know what you are talking about, my lord. At that time, it was indeed a group of bandits who attacked the station. I saw it with my own eyes and it can't be wrong."
"It seems that you really have a relationship with that knight!" Ron was already certain that Naril was protecting that knight: "Since you don't want to talk, I won't force you. I naturally have a way to know who he is. And, kill him!"
"How dare you!" Naril suddenly exclaimed loudly, but immediately realized his mistake.
When the two of Boleyn heard this, they immediately understood that Naril was really a traitor.
"Good! You bastard, you are really in league with the bandit."
"Beat him to death."
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Ron was made a headache by these two fence-sitters: "Okay! You two be quiet."
When the two heard this, they immediately became quiet again.
Only then did Ron stare at Naril and say: "This is your last chance. Tell me why that knight let you go? And why are you willing to work for him? At this point, you still want to protect him?"
"Go to hell!" Naril knew that he had been exposed and no longer hid it: "Your Moore family should all go to hell."
Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk, Ron didn't want to waste any more words: "Okay, you are really a tough guy. Since you want to set fire to this ship when it's snowing heavily. Presumably you must like the cold wind very much. Then I'll fulfill you."
"You two hang him on the bow of the ship and let him feel the wind and calm down. If he isn't frozen to death by tomorrow morning, then ask him if he is willing to talk. If he doesn't say anything, let him continue to be exposed to the wind outside until he freezes to death."
After saying that, Ron left without looking back.
Ron returned to the captain's cabin and stood at the door. First, he put on a gentle smile again.
Then he pushed the door open and entered: "I'm really sorry. Dealing with hidden dangers took some time."
When Freyr saw Ron come back, she immediately asked: "Are you a great sword saint?"
"No!" Ron shook his head: "Why does Miss Freyr ask such a question?"
"You just summoned your sword without using magic. Isn't this something only a great sword saint who has awakened Emissary of the Sword can do?" Freyr said seriously.
Ron smiled: "I don't understand what you are talking about. I have known this skill since I was born. In fact, it has only been about a month since I awakened Qi Force. How could I be a great sword saint?"
After hearing this, Freyr covered her mouth, looking incredulous.
"It's so unbelievable. I have never heard of someone like Lord Ron."
"Okay!" Ron smiled: "These are all unimportant things. Let's not talk about it anymore. I remember that Miss Freyr seemed to have not finished speaking just now. Since it is related to life safety, please finish speaking, Miss Freyr."
"Okay!" Freyr nodded: "Well, where were we just now?"
"Oh, right. That knight seems to be called Jack Irrill. Now he lives in the wall fortress fifty miles away from here."
"Although I haven't entered that fortress, I think with his strength of Gold Rank 7, he should be a very important person inside. You are so close. You may need to be careful."
After hearing this, Ron only felt it was reasonable. But when Christie heard this, her eyes widened and she quickly asked: "Are you sure that person's name is Jack Irrill?"
Christie's reaction made Ron feel that there might be other stories. And he was also curious about how Freyr knew the knight's name. So he also looked at Freyr and waited for her reply.
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