Karyan scratched his head thoughtfully. "You know, I still think you can see well enough..."
Without hesitation, he poured the lemon juice directly into the king's eyes, causing him to roll in agony and pain.
Adding insult to injury, Karyan sprinkled more salt into the stinging wounds, intensifying the king's suffering.
The king rolled on the ground, his one hand that had been throbbing in pain, reached up to his burning eyes.
He attempted to wipe away the searing liquid, but the skin on his hands was burning with the same stingy torment.
The king was so distressed with everything that he was unable to discern which part was more painful.
Karyan, unmoved by the king's screams, leaned in closer. "Your cries are grating on my nerves. Can't you endure this pain in silence?"
He retrieved the same dagger and forcibly stabbed, and yanked the king's tongue out of his mouth.
