"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

In the dark cell of the palace, Harry was bored fiddling with the fat rat he had just caught.

Ay...... I've been locked up in this broken tower for three days, and you'd let someone in and fight with me, even if it's a couple of scolding me!

He still hadn't figured out what was written in the queen's letter, and why the stinky woman with long legs trembled so much at the sight that she almost cut herself off.

Harry regretted not opening the letter and taking a look at it, as he squeezed open the gray-haired mouse's mouth, pulled a strip of meat from his own steak for dinner, and shoved it in a rough motion.

The gray-haired rat shook its head in defiance, then gnawed at Harry's fingers ferociously, and finally began to lick the flesh from his hands with the shredded flesh in his mouth......

Harry glanced lazily at his dinner, which was quite hearty, bread, steaks, cheese, beet soup...... There is also a plate of black pudding that looks pretty good.

These things are not very precious, but they are certainly not eaten in ordinary prisons. But he still had no appetite, and everything was just hastily moved a little and thrown aside, and most of it was fed to the "little guests" who came to visit.

The rat family in the corner of the wall can be regarded as having opened meat, and in two or three days it has plumped up, and the fattest one has eaten too much, and his belly is stuck in the hole, and he is caught and played with by the extremely bored Harry for a long time.

In Harry's opinion, it was true that these meals were only suitable for feeding rats.

The Van Gus family is a big nobleman, even if they are a little depressed later, they can go to someone's stupid and rich relative's house to eat, and Harry, as the patriarch, has never been worried about eating.

Although there are many kinds of rice in this prison, the bread is really rough, the texture of the steak is frighteningly thick, it is hard and woody when you bite into it, and the cheese has a slight sour taste, and you can tell that the quality is not very good when you smell it......

After enlarging the gray-haired guest's belly, Harry used a fork to tie up the black meatloaf on the plate, and took a bite to barely make it past dinner.

The so-called black pudding is made by using animal blood as a raw material, kneading minced animal offal and oats together, putting some seasoning, and then boiling it in water.

In William's evaluation, this thing is both fishy and shameful, and it belongs to a dark dish that is quite difficult to swallow, but it is highly sought after by the French aristocracy.

In their opinion, compared with the simple cooking methods of cutting, boiling, and baking, black pudding, a food with a "complicated" process, is a delicacy that can only be eaten by those who can afford to raise a cook at home, and has transcended the meaning of the dish itself and has become a symbol of aristocratic status.

"It's okay......" Harry grumbled as he chewed on the rough meatloaf in his mouth, spraying the meat foam, "but it's far worse than Anderson's cook!"

"Crunch. ”

The old doorway creaked and a light cast into the doorway of the cell, and two jailers pushed the door open with a bruised face and walked in.

"Don't touch me! I'm going to make you two pariahs!

The boy's face was swollen like a pig's head, but he was still arrogant, kicking and beating the jailers around him desperately, and his mouth kept cursing.

The two jailers, probably accustomed to it, remained silent after their pants were kicked all over the place, one opened the cell door across from Harry, and the other pushed the struggling boy inside, and hung up the lock with a click.

The jailer who opened the door slapped the dust off his pants and turned to leave, while the other jailer glared angrily at the boy in the cell.

"How dare you glare at me?"

The boy's swollen eyes widened, and he spat in his face, but the jailer felt his face wet, and when he reached out and wiped it, his face flushed with anger, and he drew the stick from his waist and was about to come and beat him.

"You damn little ......"

"Alright! Alright!"

The jailer, who had already reached the door, grabbed him, and the spitting guard was only momentarily angry, and after getting down the stairs, he suddenly became reluctant to return the favor, and left the cell with his companion half-pushing, half-on-the-spot.

Both of them knew in their hearts that this little bastard was not the first time to come in, and he was still alive and kicking, and he must be a big nobleman in the family. They are just small jailers, and they can show off their might in the face of civilians and small businessmen, and if they really mess with this kid, they will be unlucky.

The old door slammed back shut, and the cell was dark again, and although it was still neat, there was not even a candle, and the moon in the air window overhead was the only source of light.

The mercury-like light was beautiful and quiet, but with the addition of a new and obnoxious guest, the atmosphere and tranquility of the cell were completely lost.

"A bunch of untouchables to be killed! hyenas! garbage!"

Regardless of whether the two jailers could hear it or not, the boy on the other side of the cell clutched the bars and roared at the cell door, "I'm going to cut off your heads! And that stupid woman and her daughter, I'm going to drive them out into the street and grab lamp oil from those untouchables!"

Harry impatiently picked up the beet soup and threw it over, the wooden bowl slamming against the iron railing, making a crunch and then splitting apart, spilling the soup all over the boy.

"Shut up, I'll beat you up if I hear you talk again!"

The boy on the other side wiped a handful of vegetable soup from his face in shock, looked at Harry on the other side in amazement, and then reacted suddenly, clutching the railing and roaring like thunder:

"I'm going to cut off your head! You X-haired pariah, I'm going to cut off your head!"

Hearing his scolding, Harry subconsciously touched the beard on his face, then glared at him, grabbed the greasy steak next to him and threw it over, smashing it on the boy's face.

"Horse! Are you joking with Lao Tzu? If I hear you say a word again, Lao Tzu will immediately go over and beat you!"

The thick steak hit the bull's-eye, smashing the boy to the ground, and he lay on the ground for a long time.

He gasped for a moment before he got back to his feet, smeared the slimy juice on his face as if he were suspicious of life, and then shivered with rage, grabbed the steak and threw it back.

Harry, who was quick-eyed, caught it, then threw it back again, still striking the boy in the face with precision, and the tremendous momentum brought him down again.

"Ahh

The chop was thick and firm, and the juice had been shaken clean after two throws, and this time it was so strong that it broke his nose.

The boy who got up again had tears in his eyes, covered his nose and cursed angrily: "You...... You ...... You son of the devil!"

Recognizing that his actions were providing "ammunition" to the enemy, he did not throw the steak back, but opted for a more primitive attack - a mouthful of bloodshot thick phlegm.

“he tui！”

"Horse, are you disgusting?"

It was understandable for Harry to punch or greet the other person's ancestors, but it was too much to spit on his hair. He avoided the thick phlegm in disgust, and yelled at the boy opposite, "Little cub, you wait for me!

"He tui!" greeted him with another mouthful of thick phlegm.

"!"

Harry, who had started to break the railing in front of him, was so strong that he couldn't break it.

"Horses! Why is this sturdy thing!"

Harry kicked hard in anger, and the attack that he could usually bend with an iron bar as thick as his wrist still had no effect on the railing that was only the thickness of his thumb.

"Don't bother, stupid X! The cell of the palace has been reinforced with divine magic, and it is impossible to push it without the strength to knock down the entire tower!he tui!"

"You still vomit about the horse?"

"You're not going to beat me, you're coming......!"

In a fit of rage, Harry threw everything in his cell and smashed the opposite cell to the ground, but he could only endure the endless abuse and saliva.

He lifted the gray-haired mouse with a gloomy face, and hesitated whether to sacrifice the little guest he had just met and use it to smear the little bastard, but in the end he gave up on this plan, and instead shook wildly against the iron railing.

"Wow~Wow!"

At this moment, a series of terrible wolf howls suddenly came from a distance, followed by a deafening explosion, and the entire tower shook twice.

"Wolf...... Werewolf!"

"It's the enemy! The gates of the palace have been blown open!"

Panicked shouts and fighting were heard outside the window, and from time to time there were human screams and wild beast roars.

"Wait!

"Ground Movement! Run to the open space!"

"Hum~"

There was a tremor of extremely strange frequency, and with the spread of earthy yellow light, the entire building in the palace began to shake violently.

In the aftermath of the earth-shattering battle three months ago, the buildings in the palace were collapsed a lot, and the loss had not had time to be repaired, and now it was subjected to a fourth-order earth movement technique, and the entire palace suddenly collapsed by more than half.

Except for the thick palace walls and a few important places that had been reinforced by divine magic, there were hardly any intact buildings to be seen in the huge palace, and there were panicked crowds and collapsed wreckage everywhere.

The closest to the yellow light were a few towers, many of which had not had time to withdraw, and were crushed under the rubble, only the magically fortified prison was barely standing, but it also looked a little crumbling.

"Buzz!"

The earthy yellow light struck again, this time even the reinforced tower collapsed a corner, and Harry, who was shaking against the railing, fell out with a thud, and regained his freedom rather unexpectedly.

He scrambled to his feet, ready to run out of the tower first, and then go find two werewolves to fight, this thing is a rare species, and he has never fought with a werewolf before.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

The boy in the opposite cell shook the iron railing with great skill, but even without the reinforcement of his magic, the iron railing was still not something he could break.

Seeing that the man seemed to have forgotten himself, he hurriedly shouted as loudly as he could, and shouted angrily: "Come back! I order you to come back!"

Harry, who had already rushed out of the cell door, heard the shouts behind him, slapped his head in frustration, stomped his foot and turned his head to run back, kicking the boy on the door.

Seeing that the tower was about to collapse, the boy thought that he was already dead, but he did not expect that the man opposite actually rushed back, and kicked the iron railing of the cell door, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Okay! Good kick! As long as you get me out, I'll let my father make you a baron! No, a viscount!"

"Seal your horse, Lao Tzu is an earl!"

Harry, with a hideous face, looked fierce, and then kicked the iron railing completely with one foot, and then stretched out his big hand like a fan, and picked him up like a little chicken, and opened the bow left and right and crackled seventeen or eighteen big mouths, and in two seconds he emptied half of his teeth.

"Damn it, I was stunned just now, and I almost forgot to beat you!"

......

"Wow!"

A strange trio sounded, and Jessica rolled over and stepped onto the whites, and with the help of the huge shadow energy of the night, she quickly moved continuously, and in the blink of an eye, she came to the highest point of the palace.

She looked from afar, only to see that the palace walls were still intact, but the main gate was already a sea of fire, nearly a hundred monsters more than two meters tall were hunting ordinary people everywhere, and dozens of flags painted with swords of thorns were standing farther away, clearly waiting for the fire to be extinguished to lead the army to break in.

The soldiers on the palace wall who are responsible for night patrols, and the sentry in the arrow tower who are responsible for guarding the enemy...... All the early warning methods she set up did not work, as if she had slept directly in the night, and no news came until the palace gate was blown open.

Jessica's expression was silent, these people had undoubtedly rebelled, otherwise it would be impossible to be wiped out without any news, even if one of the nearly a thousand people could let out a scream, the current situation would not be so bad.

The female knight sighed, and sure enough, as William said, even if she occupied the royal capital, she was not Leonard's opponent.

The soldiers under his command are all people trained by the Farrell family, their families, and their roots are all in Ironthorn City, as long as they fail to defeat Leonard at the first time, the only thing that awaits them is defeat.

"Boom!~~~ Smack!"

A firework for help was lifted into the air, and below the fireworks, some of the soldiers who had not yet betrayed formed a formation there, and while resisting the siege of the werewolves with difficulty, they were releasing a distress signal, and more soldiers were converging there.

What is strange is that the werewolves around can easily shred the resistance of these people as long as they press it in one fell swoop, but like a cat playing with a mouse, they only occasionally rush up and attack a few rounds, but they have always refused to completely kill these people.

"Leonard, I've seen through you!"

Jessica gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and sank into the shadows.

Obviously, as long as she turned and ran away now, relying on the Dire Rider's ability to move, absolutely no one would be able to catch her, but the female knight did not choose to evacuate, but rushed towards the main entrance of the palace.

Relying on her subordinates was the last thing she had no way to discard, and the siege under the fireworks in front of her was simply aimed at her, and she had no choice from the beginning.