OBS Chapter 581 Traitor
Chapter 581 Traitor
Griffith's expression froze slightly when he heard this, as if he was suddenly enveloped by an invisible frost.
This question was like a heavy hammer, hitting the most hidden corner of his heart squarely, pulling out the past that he had tried hard to bury.
His Adam's apple rolled and his lips opened slightly, but he was speechless for a moment, like a trapped beast with its throat strangled, unable to find the right words to respond.
He even felt that what Greer said was a bit euphemistic. He had just fought a battle with Blackwatch. If his identity was really known to the other side, he would become a traitor.
A barely perceptible hint of murderous intent flashed across Griffith's eyes like lightning, but it disappeared in an instant.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart. His eyes gradually regained their composure, but beneath that calmness, a turbulent undercurrent was hidden.
"Because I wanted to venture out into the world, I followed my childhood dream and established a mercenary group as famous as Blackwatch."
Griffith's voice was low and steady, trying to cover up his inner panic with this explanation.
He raised his head and looked directly at Greer, trying to find a hint of understanding and recognition in the other's eyes.
After listening to this, Greer did not respond immediately.
He frowned slightly and thought for a moment, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt, but more of curiosity.
Then, he asked:
"Oh, are you doing well now?"
This question left Griffith speechless again. Every time he tried to find a topic to chat about, he was always left speechless by the other party.
Did he succeed? At the moment, it seems that he failed miserably.
He smiled bitterly, feeling like a traveler trapped in a maze. No matter how hard he tried to find the exit, he was always mercilessly mocked by reality.
He no longer tried to explain, but decisively ordered someone to call a carriage.
After throwing Grill into the carriage, Griffith led a team of people and headed towards the Black Watch camp where Gorkas and others were imprisoned.
At night, the Black Watch camp was shrouded in thick darkness, with only sporadic torches swaying in the wind, emitting faint light.
In a house in the center of the camp, dim candlelight flickered in the night breeze, illuminating the face of an interrogator, making his outline appear bright and dark.
Opposite him sat Gorkas, who was half-starved to death.
Gorkas curled up on the cold stone bench. He had not eaten for a day and was extremely weak.
His eyes were deeply sunken, revealing despair and helplessness. His lips were chapped, an unhealthy white, and trembling slightly.
"Let me ask you, where is your mercenary group's camp?"
The interrogator's voice was low and cold, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring closely at Gorkas, trying to catch even the slightest flaw in his expression.
"I do not know."
Gorkas answered weakly, his voice as faint as the buzzing of a mosquito.
His throat was so dry that it felt like smoking, and every time he opened his mouth it felt like he was enduring great pain.
"Are you sure?"
The interrogator leaned forward and asked again, his tone carrying a hint of oppression, as if to completely crush the last bit of willpower left in Gorkas.
Gorkas completely collapsed. His eyes widened, bloodshot, and he yelled hysterically:
"I've asked you this countless times, but I really don't know! The entire mercenary group evacuated separately, and you captured our team. How would I know where they'll set up camp later?"
The interrogator looked back and shook his head. Standing in the shadows was a Blackwatch Centurion.
The centurion's face was as cold as an iceberg, and he exuded an air of a veteran on the battlefield that made people shudder.
At this time, a soldier in his team went missing in a battle with a mercenary group.
According to the investigation of the reconnaissance team, it is highly likely that he was captured by this mercenary group.
According to the iron rule of Blackwatch, if a soldier goes missing on the battlefield, he must be found alive or dead, and his body must not be left to lie exposed in the wilderness.
However, facing Gorkas's ignorance, the centurion felt extremely angry and helpless. It seemed that it was almost impossible to obtain useful information from Gorkas.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and anger burned in his heart. He had wanted to get clues about the missing soldiers from the prisoner so that he could complete the mission as soon as possible, but he didn't expect to encounter such a difficult situation.
"You'd better think it over carefully. If you really don't know anything, that's fine. But if you dare to hide any information, I will make you pay a heavy price!"
The centurion threatened, his voice low and fierce, like a demon from hell.
Gorkas closed his eyes in despair, tears welling up in his eyes. He knew that his current situation was very difficult, but he also understood that he really had no useful information to provide.
In that case, these prisoners are useless.
Just as he was about to execute Gorkas and then lead his team to the surrounding villages and towns to look for clues about the mercenary group, a rapid bell suddenly rang outside.
"Consider you lucky."
The centurion glanced at Gorkas, then he pushed the door open and walked out.
The bells echoed in the night sky, one after another. The soldiers in the camp stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the bells with nervous expressions.
They knew that the bells meant there was an emergency and an urgent assembly was required.
"Assemble! Everyone assemble quickly!"
The centurion shouted loudly. After all the centuries under his command had gathered, the centurion came alone to the fortress in the center of the camp.
When he arrived in front of the fortress, he saw the heavy iron door was half-open, with dim candlelight shining from inside.
He pushed open the door and walked in. Inside the fortress, the thousand-man commander and several centurions had already gathered there.
However, when the centurion was about to report to the captain, he was surprised by the captain's words.
"The soldier your centurion lost has been found. He was sent back by carriage."
The centurion's eyes widened, and he quickly asked:
"Captain, you mean the missing soldier? He... he's still alive?"
The centurion nodded and said:
"Yes, according to the reconnaissance team, the mercenary group across the way doesn't seem to want to be our enemy. They sent our soldiers back, and they should be almost at the camp gate now."
Outside the camp, Griffith looked at the Blackwatch mercenaries standing on the wall not far away, ready for battle and pointing their muskets at him, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.
In the darkness of the night, the muzzles of the muskets flashed coldly in the light of the torches, like the eyes of wild beasts, staring at him intently.
Griffith rode on his horse with an upright posture, but his eyes revealed a hint of caution. He was in danger at the moment, and if he was not careful, it might trigger a bloody conflict.
The team members behind him also gripped their weapons nervously, staring intently at the Blackwatch mercenaries, ready to respond to possible attacks at any time.