Chapter 28 Father and Son (Part 2)

"It's him, it's him, this bastard named Syphax, who dared to plot against your bastard." The leading sword slave immediately pointed his finger and said in a flattering manner.

"Thank you for your reminder, but it's useless because he is the only one in the whole dungeon, and I know him." Leo replied indifferently, and then sat down wrapped in a cloak, causing the sword slave to laugh awkwardly.

At this time, Syphax, who was beaten with thorns and covered in blood, raised his trembling eyes, saw Leo sitting in front of him, and then laughed, "I have said that JL is me, and all Caesar's veterans can be given this title." "I don't care about your titles, I only care about who is behind you, because according to the testimony of General Telluras, you and Betheas were just dissatisfied at first, but then someone gave you money and instigated you to attack the city of Lilybi." Leo said, and then raised the document with the testimony, but Syphax quickly turned his head away, so Leo could only put it down again and paused, "According to the captured soldiers of the Twin Legions, you and Betheas were on Lulu before the action. Xuxu used the secret distribution of cash as a means of winning over the rebels. Each soldier received 50 to 100 dinars before the mission was completed. I think that with the salary of you and Bitheas, you can't afford this money anyway. This is the most powerful evidence that there must be a sponsor and instigator behind you two. "

Syphax opened his bloody mouth and laughed, "What's so strange about this? All the comrades in the legion want to take turns to have your biological mother. We all have a clear price. So the money was collected like this. There is no sponsor at all." As a result, the two gladiators next to him were furious and immediately beat Syphax's ribs violently with iron rods. For a while, the beating was so loud that Syphax's saliva and vomit mixed with blood poured out and flowed all over the ground.

"Stop." Leo said this softly, and several people stopped. The leading sword slave stepped forward. He grabbed Syphax's broken face and pulled him up by his hair, letting him continue to face Leo.

"It's not good for anyone if we continue like this, isn't it? Even so, the old Caesar soldiers who are plotting rebellion are still a minority. Now most of the legions in the country are loyal to our family, as well as most of the knights, most of the states, and most of the subjects - a new generation has arrived. Why bother trying to stop a chariot? If we continue like this, apart from killing so many innocent people like the assassination of Caesar, what other visible benefits can there be? I am not a person who likes to force confessions and kill people. Please believe me and tell me the answer instead of being pointless and eloquent."

But Leo's words did not change Syphax's mind at all. He still howled and cursed non-stop, "Torture!" After Leo finished speaking, he sat down and ordered several sword slaves. Those people immediately became energetic and used steel gloves, iron rods and thorn whips to beat Syphax, making him scream and bloody.

After a while, Leo shouted with an impatient look, "Don't you have any new and effective methods?"

"This!" The leading sword slave said, picking up a long whip with knots and a metal spike ball hanging on the top, "Come on, let's do it, and let you lose a piece of meat!" After saying that, the whip shadow flashed, and Syphax, who was caught in the wooden frame, trembled all over and let out a long, breath-suffocating wail. Then the sword slave pulled his hand, and the bloody meat was torn off by the whip in his hand.

"Confess!" Even Leo couldn't stand it, stood up and demanded loudly, and then paced anxiously.

But when the sword slaves woke Syphax up with cold water, he still smiled and had no intention of submitting, "We will use this!" The leading sword slave performed magic again, showing Leo a new thing, a Parthian arrowhead with a barb, but a copper handle was welded on the back for people to hold it with their hands.

Leo sat down again dejectedly and waved his hand at the guy, meaning "You can do whatever you want".

"Centurion, look, this thing is a good thing. It was collected by the survivors of the battlefield of Carrhae. Once you are shot by this thing, even if you are Hercules, you can't pull it out, because that would definitely be worse than death. I got one specifically. Just think about it, once I use it to pierce the softest part of your body, then this!" The sword slave suddenly made a pulling gesture, "The barbs on it will separate your flesh and bones and destroy everything." After that, several sword slaves grabbed Syphax's hair again and pulled the sharp barbs on the arrowhead, "Take a good look, take a good look! It's not too late to regret now, Centurion." Everyone shouted.

But Syphax remained silent. The leading sword slave nodded, then suddenly thrust the barb in his hand into the other's nose. Then there were piercing screams that made people shudder. There were both Syphax's and the sword slave's screams. The former was caused by pain, while the latter was simply a feeling of venting. The flesh and blood made a squeaking sound under the stirring of the barb. Then the sword slave slowly pulled out again, and then boasted in front of his equally frightened companions, "His brains are almost being brought out."

Seeing the centurion fainted under torture again, Leo, who was sweating from exhaustion, was extremely angry. He felt that in this situation, something in his heart was roaring and awakening, "Why are you still standing there? Do you want to move in a couch to sleep with this respectable centurion? You take turns to whip him with whips, five times every moment, don't let him die, let alone let him sleep, do you hear me!" The whipping sound and the flickering candlelight soon kept moving. At first, Syphax could still make a whimper, but gradually only a faint gasp came out of his nostrils.

The morning sun, along the upper door, cast a little into the dark dungeon. The crowing of roosters could be heard faintly outside. Several gladiators were exhausted and scattered with torture instruments, sitting or lying down. "If he continues, he may die." The leading sword slave asked carefully.

"Call the herbalist to apply a hemostatic drug to him. I want the kind that works quickly and is very expensive. Save him and wake him up. Then you can continue to beat him without stopping. Hey, you, if you feel it is necessary, use the barb to pull out one of his eyeballs." Leo stood up and panted, then waved his hand and gave a few instructions to the servants who came over.

At noon the next day, when the autumn sun was still scorching, Lepidus made an appointment with the generals and staff, asked the servants to lead many hunting dogs, and drove the horses to the hunting ground of Ophelenu near the valley in a good mood to hunt to his heart's content. (To be continued...)