NovelUSAChapter 696
== E77,
CLEANING UP THE SCUM NARRATOR IN DUKE THESIOS CAMP...
"Have you gotten anything out of that spy?" Theasked the messenger who returned on horseback.
He was stationed in an improvised camp, abit far from the main camp controlled by his general.
"No, sir, not even under torture has he said anything useful," the man reported.
Thefrowned, sitting on the fallen trunk of a tree.
He would have liked to intimidate that man himself, but it wasnt in his best interest to be in such a compromising
place.
He knew Elliot; that man would latch onto anything to incriminate him, and now, with that secure box in his
possession, Thefeared the worst.
Inan extrcase, he could find himself a scapegoat, claim that Arthur was the mastermind, that he had acted
behind his back.
Thats why it wasnt wise to show his face.
"Go back and tell Arthur to eliminate him, dismantle all the evidence, and pack up the camp without leaving
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtanything behind," he decided instantly.
Enough of this gof cat and mouse.
It was clear he had been caught cheating.
Now, he had to figure out how to get out of the consequences.
---- Watching his man ride away, he walked toward his horse with his small escort of three warriors.
Thewas furious.
Once again, that bastard Elliot had played him, and he hadn't managed to ruin him as he intended.
But this wasnt over.
He would seek help again from that "ally." He would have to help himor he would turn him over to the Regent.
sob "Alright, you asked for it." Arthur stared at the half-dead man they held under the tree, where a noose hung
from a sturdy branch.
He thought the man would beg, would talk in the face of imminent death.
However, just as he turned his back, he heard a low, distorted laugh.
"Ts dying so damn funny, you idiot?!" he spun around, exasperated, watching as they forced the man onto the
wooden stump, the rope about to be slipped over his neck.
Alvaro lifted his head, barely able to hold it up.
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it's hilarious knowing...
that | was the first to eat the pussy...
you now guard so fiercely..." Alvaro smirked, his lips cracked and peeling.
Coughing blood, his whole body ached.
His vision blurredhe could only see shadows through the small slit of one eye.
"Did she tell you...
she was a virgin...2" ---- "SHUT UP!" Arthur roared in fury.
He wasnt stupidhe had clearly seen the exchange of glances between them.
The foreman had informed him that Alexia had entered the tent to see the prisoner.
She told him it was just an acquaintance.
He didnt believe her at all, but he preferred to deceive himself.
"Hang him the fuck up already! NOW, PUT THE ROPE ON HIM NOW!" his enraged shouts echoed through the
camp.
Immediately, the noose was placed around the prisoners neck, his hands tied in front of him.
No matter how much he struggledthis seemed to be his end.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNot far away, hidden behind the horses, Alexia wiped her damp eyes with trembling hands.
Alvaro had brought this upon himself.
There was nothing she could do for him now.
she turned her head aside when the stump was kicked, and the body of her first love dropped, legs kicking,
struggling against suffocation with involuntary spasms.
"and be grateful | dont have tto cut off your balls and make you eat them, you son of a bitch," Arthur
sneered, watching the body swing.
With each passing second, Alvaro lost more oxygen.
His bloodshot, glassy eyeshis desperate fight for survival faded as lack of air clouded his mind.
Arthur looked on with macabre satisfaction.
Who cared if Alvaro had been the first? He would be the last.
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