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In the King’s dungeon, Haje was looking around, appreciating all the tools at his disposal. More than half of it was he who gathered and then sold it to the previous king, who had a predilection for that kind of thing. As much as Haje knew, the previous King only wanted those for historical curiosity, and he never once used any of them. But the Kingdom’s Executioner was ordered to maintain and lubricate all those instruments of death and torture. Haje tested most of them by moving some levers or pulling ropes to confirm they were in perfect condition. The three conspirators were restrained by their wrists to some heavy chains tied to the ceiling, with a gag over their mouths, completely naked, watching in panic what waited for them. The King refused to watch, and Sholma went away as soon