Chapter 107: Weak, Pitiful, and Helpless
While Bruno was busy testing the explosive power of the magic crystal bomb at the experimental site in Armis Mountain, and casually recruiting subordinates…
A shrill and miserable scream suddenly tore through the sky above the lord's castle. The sheer agony and despair contained in that scream made every servant inside the castle shudder in fear, their limbs trembling uncontrollably.
Bruno had previously informed the servants that a special experiment would be conducted in the dungeon today.
To be honest, with their limited knowledge, these servants had no idea what an "experiment" actually entailed.
But judging by Bruno's casual tone when mentioning it, they assumed it wouldn't be anything too strange or horrifying.
However, no one could have expected that as soon as Bruno left the castle, the so called experiment would cause such frequent and blood curdling screams to echo throughout the castle, adding a chilling and eerie atmosphere…
The screams were like those of a pig being slaughtered hoarse and sharp, piercing straight into one's heart!
No wonder the Earl chose to leave today!
The servants, of course, knew nothing about the Idar Arcane Formation Research Laboratory in Armis Mountain or the magic crystal bomb. So, they instinctively believed that the Earl had left simply to escape these horrifying screams…
Who knew what kind of unspeakable torture that poor soul was going through? Even if they somehow survived this ordeal, they were unlikely to live for much longer…
But… the person conducting the experiment was supposedly acting under the Earl's direct orders.
Could it be that…
The Earl also had such a dark and terrifying side to him?
If the Earl truly enjoyed such sounds, then why did he leave the castle?
The thoughts of nobles were truly unfathomable…
Just as the servants were deep in thought, another agonized scream rang out from the dungeon.
"┗|｀O′|┛ Ahhh~~ Awoooo~~"
Hearing this, the servants trembled once more.
Servants: (＃°Д°)
…
At this moment
Inside the dungeon, with the assistance of two soldiers, another unfortunate soul had been firmly restrained.
The two soldiers, who had been specifically selected for their strong psychological endurance, stood on either side of the victim, tightly securing its four limbs.
It struggled, screamed, and thrashed with all its might, but…
It was completely useless.
The soldiers only tightened their grip.
Its despairing little eyes pleaded for mercy, shimmering with tears, as if it had lost all hope of survival…
Even the soldiers performing the procedure felt a shiver run down their spines.
However
That didn't change the poor creature's fate.
Douglas Batalov knelt down slightly, gripping the small knife so tightly that sweat had begun to form on his palm.
As a former military doctor of the Idar army, he still couldn't understand why the Earl had suddenly thrown him into the dungeon.
It was like a group of people playing cards together everything was going well until Bruno suddenly flipped the table, scattering his hand of cards and locking him away in a dark room.
Unbelievable!
However…
At least the Earl still remembered him!
He had even personally come to see him once (during the interrogation of the pirates), which meant…
The Earl was a man who valued old friendships!
Yet, despite all his practice in bloodletting techniques, the Earl never granted him freedom…
Did this mean he had committed some grave sin?
Could it be…
One of the people he bled to death in the past was a friend of the Earl?
Impossible!
Most of those who died under his bloodletting treatments were just commoners…
No matter how hard Douglas Batalov racked his brain, he couldn't figure out what mistake he had made…
However
At least the Earl was finally giving him a chance!
Looking at the pitiful creature restrained before him, Douglas Batalov felt his blood boiling!
As long as he completed the Earl's task, he would be freed from the dungeon!
Not only that the Earl had even promised him an official position!
The Earl's words echoed in his mind again and again, giving him hope that he could finally leave this wretched place!
With that thought, Douglas Batalov steeled his resolve, ignoring the heart-wrenching screams of the creature.
He reached under its tail, carefully searching for a moment…
Then
His knife flashed!
A clean incision appeared on an unspeakable part of the creature.
Then
With a precise series of movements:
A firm squeeze!A swift pull with the left hand!A decisive tug with the right hand!A final snip!
Two oval shaped objects were ripped away from the unlucky piglet.
Since no anesthesia had been used
A fresh wave of bloodcurdling screams erupted from the dungeon, piercing into the ears of every servant in the Earl's castle.
Even Douglas Batalov, the doctor performing the castration, felt a chill in his own lower regions, his body stiffening.
However, despite the shivers running down his spine, he remained professional and immediately disinfected the incision to prevent infection.
"Another one down…"
Douglas Batalov wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.
This was way more intense than bloodletting!
Compared to this piglet castration procedure, bloodletting therapy felt like child's play!
He was actually enjoying the challenge.
If the piglet survived, it would be a groundbreaking moment in the history of Norman Empire's medicine!
Imagining his name being recorded in the empire's medical history Batalov felt a surge of excitement.
The Earl truly was his role model!
Though he still didn't understand why the Earl wanted this experiment conducted, or what the purpose of castrating piglets was…
Once the soldiers cleaned up the remaining blood, Douglas Batalov dismissed the unnecessary thoughts from his mind.
Taking a cloth soaked in alcohol from one of the soldiers, he carefully wiped the blood from his blade.
Then, after casually twirling the knife in the air twice, Douglas Batalov calmly said:
"Next one!"