The Fourth Volume Ice Road 014. Du Fan's Mercy

  Ferré looked at Dufan's expression, a look of sudden realization, he first casually slapped Kasimierz awake with two slaps, and then tore off the leather armor and boots on Kasimierz's legs, revealing his fluffy big legs.

  Suddenly, a strong foot odor filled the entire tent.

  Du Fan frowned and couldn't help but cover his nose.

  Ferré almost fainted from the smoke, he suddenly stuffed Casimir's feet into a bucket of water and then ran out of the tent, retching uncontrollably.

  Du Fan activated the Bright Light Fist Aura, which flickered for a moment before finally expelling the stench from within the tent. He used this aura to eliminate foot odor; if the old man of the Bright God knew about it, who knows whether he would be so angry that he would vomit three liters of blood.

  By the time Ferre had finally calmed down and run back into the tent, Casimir's foot was already frozen in the bucket.

  It's not hard to see this kind of situation happening in such a chilly environment.

  Kasimir didn't know if it was because of embarrassment or thinking of something, but his face turned pale and his lips were already dark purple.

  Ferré walked up to him and slapped him twice, scolding: "Bastard, how long hasn't your feet been washed?"

  Even Kasimir, who had been a mercenary for decades, was probably encountering this situation for the first time. He couldn't say anything, and not saying anything wasn't an option either. Thinking about his current predicament, he almost burst into tears.

  Du Fan waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, let's focus on the important things."

  Ferré's face was gloomy, and he wiped his hands on his clothes several times, but still felt nauseous. However, Du Fan had already spoken up, so he didn't dare say anything else. He just gave Kasimir a dark look. If previously he interrogated Kasimir only because of Du Fan's orders, then this time if he were to make another move, Kasimir would probably have no more good days ahead of him.

  Du Fan turned a few somersaults in front of Kasimier, stretched out his foot and lightly kicked the bucket at his feet. In an instant, the wooden bucket turned into powder, revealing the crystal-clear ice block underground. Inside the ice block, Kasimier's large black feet shone like some kind of artwork.

  Du Fan lightly drew out the long sword from Kasimier's waist and flicked it with his finger, unable to help but exclaim: "Good sword!"

  Kasimir grunted and said, "If Du Fan likes it, he can just take it away. Why bother like this?"

  Du Fan didn't even give him a glance, and with a backhand slap, he struck out, this blow contained fierce energy, directly knocking out several of Kasimir's teeth. After the strike, Du Fan only then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hand, and then slapped the handkerchief onto Kasimir's face, saying: "Young master, when I haven't called for you to speak, do you have the right to speak?"

  He finished speaking and waved the sword in his hand again, sighing: "What a good sword!"

  This time, with his swing, the sword spun a few times in the air and chopped towards Casimir's feet, without making any sound, it entered into the ice block.

  Kasimir felt a chill in his heart, and his crotch suddenly became hot. His feet had been frozen numb for a long time, but he could guess from Du Fan's actions that Du Fan had probably cut off his own feet. For a moment, Kasimir felt hopeless, without these two feet, even if he could escape, he couldn't run out of this northern ice field, and this last thread of life was also ruthlessly severed by Du Fan.

  Du Fan looked at his appearance and burst out laughing, saying in a low voice: "Your Excellency Casimir, why are you wetting your pants? Are you afraid that your feet will be cut off? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my hands can be very steady. Just now, there was no mistake at all. Although it may have cut into your skin and flesh, your feet are absolutely fine. If you don't believe me, you can take a look for yourself."

  Kasimir was shocked and hastily looked down, only to see that his sharp sword, which could cut through iron like mud, had not split the ice block in two, but instead rested on top of it, making him feel a little startled.

  Du Fan smiled, pulled the sword back, and swung it in front of Kasimir, saying: "Do you see... this time I made a mistake, but next time... to ensure that I don't make another mistake, I will kick this ice block to pieces with one foot. I think people who have been to the north also know that when your feet are frozen in an ice block and the ice block is kicked to pieces, what would be the result."

  Kasimir's face turned paler and paler, but he couldn't say a word.

  Du Fan still had a smile on his face, fiddling with the sword in his hand, and said in a low voice: "However, Casimir, please rest assured that as a follower of the God of Light, I will not kill people indiscriminately. At most, I'll just break your hands and feet, and then send you out of the camp. Oh! Not just you, but all the Snow Fox Mercenary Corps should come and go together. After breaking your hands and feet, I'll help bandage your wounds, feed you until you're full, and even sprinkle some beast-repelling powder on your bodies so that you won't be attacked by beasts along the way... Who knows, relying on your own teeth, you might even be able to crawl out of this northern ice field... Casimir, don't you think I'm very benevolent?"

  Fei Re listened to the side, his scalp numb, and he admired this white-robed priest even more. He didn't expect that when he was good to people, he would be extremely good, and when he tortured people, he would also use all means to the extreme. At this moment, his admiration for Du Fan was like a vast river flowing endlessly, and like the Yellow River bursting its banks, unstoppable.

  Fei Re made up his mind, if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely follow this Lord Du Fan and mix with him. It was estimated that no matter what, he wouldn't suffer any losses under his hands.

  But Casimir was as if struck by lightning, and if he were really tormented in this way by Dufan, then it would be worse than death. In such a situation where even death is not possible, it would be a kind of torment that is profound to the extreme for anyone.

  He raised his head, and his eyes became weak and feeble. Looking at Du Fan's smiling face, he couldn't help but say: "You...can you also be considered a follower of the God of Light? You...can you also be considered?"

  Du Fan smiled faintly, not speaking a word, but in his heart, he didn't have the slightest fear. Compared to the methods of the Divine Prison and the Heresy Trial, he was indeed merciful to the extreme. Even the people from the Divine Prison were the most favored followers of the God of Light, so how could he be disliked by the God of Light?

  Looking at Du Fan's smile, Kasimir felt a chill run down his spine. After a long time, he let out a deep sigh, and suddenly looked like he had aged several years. He looked at Du Fan and said: "Promise me, if I tell you about this matter, you must guarantee that you will let me go."

  Du Fan shook his head and said, "You and I both know that this is absolutely impossible. At most, I can only guarantee to give you a quick death, of course, on the premise that you confess honestly. After you finish speaking, I will knock you out and then let the other members of your Snow Fox Mercenary Corps come and say it again. I think they will know something too."

  Kasimir looked at Dufan, let out a bitter laugh, his eyes dull and lifeless, seemingly having lost all hope for survival. He softly sighed and said in a low voice: "If that's the case, can't I suffer a little less before my time comes?"

  Du Fan sighed and said: "If I had known today, why bother with the past? It's just that I wanted to suffer a little less, what's so difficult?"

  As he spoke, he lightly waved his hand, and a streak of bright energy shot out from his fingers, hitting the ice block on Kasimier's foot. The gentle energy slowly melted away the ice block, but Kasimier's foot had already been frozen stiff, and it wouldn't be an easy task to cure it anytime soon.

  Du Fan hesitated for a moment, then took out a small blue-green bottle from the storage ring, used his fingernail to scoop out some powder and flicked it into Kasimier's mouth, saying: "This is a kind of anesthetic from the southern country, it can make you lose all sensation in your body, so you won't feel any pain."

  Kasimir smiled wryly and said, "Well, I really should thank you for that..."

  Du Fan hummed and said, "Don't talk nonsense... just say what's important."

  Kasimir nodded, hanging his head and speaking in a low tone: "That was half a month ago."

  As soon as this was said, Du Fan and Fei Re's hearts simultaneously skipped a beat. Half a month ago, wasn't that around the time they had set out?

  Kasimir didn't notice the strange expressions of the two and continued to say: "It was a cold night, that night I went to the casino as usual. Lord Dufan, you don't have to look at me like that. We mercenaries are always doing business on the edge of our knives, no one knows when they will die, so as long as we have the opportunity, we will indulge in pleasure..."

  Du Fan nodded understandingly and said: "Continue... get to the point..."

  Kasimir let out a wry smile and continued, "That night, I lost as usual, to the point where my equipment was almost confiscated to pay off debts... Du Fan, you should know that I'm not a good person, but I have one redeeming quality: I'm a good gambler. When I lose, I don't try to welch on my bets... After I took off my equipment and prepared to leave, I thought about bringing the team back to the ice plain the next day to make some money and buy back my gear. But just as I was leaving, someone suddenly called out to me... That person told me they had a task they wanted our mercenary group to complete, and if we were willing to take it on, they'd pay us 100,000 gold coins upfront. If we succeeded, there would be an additional 900,000 gold coins waiting for us... One million gold coins! That's equivalent to what we make in a year of hard work... So..."

  "So you took on that task?" Du Fan asked back.