Back in the dormitory, Al lay alone on the bed and looked out the window at the city with a little melancholy, although he still occasionally thought of the secluded town of Nack when he was alone, but slowly he felt as if he was no longer as sad as before, maybe he had met some friends who really cared about him in the imperial capital.

Al noticed the fish tank by the window, which had not yet been sent away by Snow, and a young fish poked its head out of the aquatic grass at the bottom, looking curiously at everything around it.

A smile unconsciously hung on the corner of Al's mouth, looking at the ships coming and going in the harbor of Truf and the buildings of the commercial area, and after a while, Al fell asleep again, but this time he slept peacefully.

The quarry of the Sea Boundary Prison was filled with exposed sea rocks, a huge iron-blue stone that was the perfect material for building high walls, and dozens of prisoners in prison uniforms were pounding the sea rocks with heavy shackles.

Towards noon, the hot and humid air was filled with the smell of sweat, the sound of "clanging" reverberated through the barbed wire walls, and the stern rebukes of the guards and the occasional whipping.

"Sister Dorothy, I really can't hold it anymore. A young girl in a prison uniform collapsed to the ground, blood oozing from her stained hands.

"Aya, stand up and don't let the guards see it," Dorothy's somewhat messy hair was already stuck to her face with sweat, and she wanted to pick up the girl, "You come to me, this rock is about to be smashed open, I'll smash your piece." ”

"Sister Dorothy, can we still get out of here, I dreamed of my mother last night, and she said she misses me very much..."

"Aya, don't cry," Dorothy looked vigilantly at the prison guard hiding under the pergola, "as long as we are alive there is hope, I believe that Queen Catherine will not give up on the 'Rhine Abbey' easily, the queen must be in some predicament." ”

"But I really can't hold it anymore, last night... I... I saw that Xiaoru's body was smuggled out, and her daisy bracelet was still on her hand, and I... I'm absolutely not mistaken, it must be Xiaoru... She must have been tortured to death..."

Aya wanted to continue, but her face turned pale and her mental state became very poor.

Dorothy realizes that she must stop Aya, who has given up on herself, she throws down the hammer in her hand and covers Aya's mouth, and at the same time hugs her into her arms, although her arms are not warm, but they can finally soothe the girl who is about to collapse.

Aya's frightened eyes were full of tears, and Dorothy felt very uncomfortable as she felt the hot tears flowing through the back of her hand.

"Praise be given to him eternal sleep, my Lord, and a pure light to shine forever over it, and praise you, my Lord, to be exalted in Jerusalem above Zion..."

A gentle "Requiem" sounded in Aya's ears, soothing her young and fragile heart like a gurgling spring.

Dorothy did not dare to sing the song out loud, she could only whisper in the corner, and the melodious tune of "Requiem" was a song for both the survivors of the tragedy and the victims of the tragedy.

Several of the ragged nuns in the neighborhood unconsciously whispered along after hearing Dorothy's faint singing, and wept secretly.

However, how could those prison guards who were as fierce as jackals allow these prisoners to be "lazy", almost as Dorothy comforted Aya, a dark-skinned prison guard came over with a whip.

"Fuck it, don't work hard and be lazy here, you can't finish today's task, and no one wants to have lunch!"

The prison guard's voice was high-pitched, and then the whip was whipped down with the sound of the wind, and a bloody streak instantly appeared on Dorothy's back.

The sharp pain caused Dorothy's body to lose her balance all of a sudden, and she felt dizzy in her head, and Dorothy almost fainted.

"Sister Dorothy!" Aya screamed and hugged Dorothy while blocking Dorothy with her weak body, "Don't hurt her, go away, go away!"

Aya's screams also attracted the attention of the other prisoners, including the big man with tattoos on his arm, the old man with a rickety figure, who all cast sympathetic glances, and several middle-aged men with fierce faces, although glaring angrily at the high-flying guards, finally lowered their heads and released their clenched fists.

"What do you want to do?" said an older nun, carrying a hammer between Dorothy and the guards, "We are God's servants, not slaves, so aren't you afraid of being damned?"

"Damn God, Lao Tzu really wasn't afraid of that thing!" the prison guard raised the whip in his hand disdainfully, "What kind of onion are you that you dare to call yourself a slave of God? Speaking of God, Lao Tzu only recognizes the Holy Church, and the 'Rhine Monastery' should have been banned a long time ago." ”

"Hegor, what are you talking to them about! Give them two whips to have a long memory, hehe. ”

"That's right, if you can't do it, give it to your buddy, buddy has a hand to deal with women!"

"Hahaha!"

Listening to the laughter coming from behind the whipping guards, the nuns of No. 1 Middle School were extremely ashamed, and they had never heard such unbearable foul language when they had always been pure-hearted.

"Shut up Lao Tzu! You'd better be quiet when Lao Tzu speaks!"

After being reprimanded, the other prison guards still had a good look on their faces, but they stopped talking, drinking cold beer and watching the plot unfold.

"Everyone here listens to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will give you another half hour, if you can't finish your work, you can only drink the northwest wind for lunch," Hei Geer pointed to the weeds growing between the sea rocks with a wicked smile, "Of course, if you want to be herbivores, I won't stop you." ”

As soon as Heigor's words came out, the prison guards in the pergola burst into laughter again.

"Is this what you are like as a prison guard in the Sea Realm Prison?!" an old man couldn't stand it anymore, and he walked out of the crowd tremblingly.

But what the old man didn't notice was that a wooden stick was smashed down on his head right behind him.

After a muffled sound, the old man fell to the ground, and the red blood flowed into the crack in the stone, and the old man finally stopped moving after a while of convulsions.

"Old immortal! make you talk!" a muscular prison guard threw a wooden stick next to the old man's corpse with a look of disgust.

The bloody scene that took place in reality shocked every prisoner present, and some of the timid nuns were even so frightened that they collapsed on the spot.

"Does anyone else have any objections to our prison guards?" said Hegor nodded in satisfaction.

"God will punish you!" Dorothy looked indifferently at the group of executioners, "you can't even revere life, you are doomed to be nailed to the pillar of shame and burned to ashes by the flame!"

"Then I'll see," Hegel's face suddenly came to Dorothy, "and see which of us will see God first." ”

Hegel's gaze wandered unscrupulously over Dorothy's body, and he wanted to touch Dorothy's face, but Dorothy avoided it, "I just noticed, so you are quite beautiful?"

"The stench on your body makes me sick!"

"Hahaha!"

Black Gore stood up and looked down at Dorothy on the ground, his shadow enveloping Dorothy entirely.

"Arrest her for me, and the others will continue to work!"

As soon as Hagel finished speaking, two shirtless prison guards approached, and they violently lifted Dorothy out of the quarry, despite the other nuns' resistance.

"You don't have to worry about me, you wait for me to come back," Dorothy didn't forget to comfort the others as she was dragged away again, "Remember, you must live, you must..."

"Sister Dorothy!

Aya's cries tore at the nerves of every prisoner present.

A short time later, two guards took Dorothy to a rudimentary thatched hut and left her, before the door was opened and Hegel walked in with a brown glass bottle.

"What do you want to do?" Dorothy hid in a corner of the thatched hut, staring nervously at Hegel as she got closer and closer.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to harm you," Hei Geer squatted in the haystack, "I'm not perverted enough to plot against the nun." ”

It was quiet outside, it was almost lunchtime, and many of the prison guards were starting to get lazy on their patrols, so that only whispered conversations could be heard in the thatched hut.

"No one should refuse the temptation of gold coins, and Lao Tzu is no exception," said Heigore, lying lazily on the haystack, "to tell you the truth, someone asked me to bring you something." ”

Dorothy stared at Black Gore in disbelief, and she didn't have the slightest reason to believe the latter's words.

Hegel fumbled in the inner pocket of his chest for a while, and finally pulled out a small note sealed with fire paint, and threw it to you Dorothy.

"That's what that guy asked me to bring you. ”

The moment she received the note, Dorothy was still skeptical, until she saw the cute rabbit pattern on the red fire paint, and Dorothy was instantly stunned on the spot.

In addition to the shock, the moment was more of a dreamlike unreality.

"Brother—" Dorothy's lips moved slightly.

"I've already done it, and the rest has nothing to do with me," Suddenly, Heigoer's voice returned to its previous sharpness, "You can hear Lao Tzu's words clearly, no matter what happens, don't mention this matter to others, otherwise Lao Tzu's methods will make you regret coming to this world!"

At that moment, the lunch bell of the Sea Prison rang rapidly, and leaving Dorothy, who had not yet recovered her senses, Hegor left the thatched hut humming a tune.

Dorothy's cracked fingers trembled and stroked the brown glass bottle that Black Gore had left behind, it turned out to be a bottle of special medicine for skin trauma, and a hand-drawn gray rabbit came alive on it, as if it was about to jump out of the label.

"Brother Li, Xiao Tao misses you so much..."

It was the first time Toris had shed tears since she left the house, and she clutched the brown glass bottle tightly in her arms, as if she would lose it as soon as she let go.