“What you’ve told me can only spare you from physical suffering. Otherwise, I would have skinned you alive and torn your tendons!”

Lord Barbenheim’s face grew darker, but he did not give up and tried to make one last plea.

“Spare me, and I’ll do anything! I can help you contact those involved and help you kill them all!”

Dustin shook his head.

“Do you think I need your help?” he asked in disdain.

Lord Barbenheim fell silent. He did not know how to respond.

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