Ubises was worried. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His gaze kept shifting between the city lord and the human head, and his expression hesitated.

The city lord had been looking at the human head for a long time, and Ubises had hesitated for a long time. After following the city lord for decades, he only learned today that the city lord actually had a half-brother, who was the owner of the human head on the table.

The suffocating atmosphere was never dissipated, and the sound of a bell representing noon could be heard outside the window. Urbisses lifted his round head and whispered, "Lord, there must be, there must be a crime." ”

As if frozen, Vinsain Gunge didn't even move his eyes. His eyes seemed to have dried up, and no matter how much grief he endured, they could not shed tears.

After a while, the hand buried in the brown hair slowly stretched out, trembling and touching the human head full of fear, and suddenly exerted force, picked up the human head, and pressed it into his arms.

Some of the blood spilled, along with the clots that had already coagulated, stained the garment and blended into the dark brown ends of his hair and beard.

"Lord, please mourn! Please don't do this! Lord!" Urbises clutched his desk, anxious but overwhelmed, "Lord......"

"Ubises. Holding the human head tightly, the city lord suddenly spoke like a ghost.

"Yes! Ubises is here!

"They must die. ”

"Okay! Urbises find a way! Ubises find a way! Let them die!"

"My brother. The deep voice, along with the darkness on his body, filled with the words. Vinsain Gunge's hand trembled, as if he wanted to merge the skull into his body.

"My brother left Wommill for me. Because they didn't want the people to know that their lord had an illegitimate brother. He could have had power and wealth, he could have ...... Be me. But he just left, gone......"

In his cell, Arthur rested on his hands and crossed his legs against the wall. Naine knelt beside Arthur and used the needle and thread she had brought with her to mend Arthur's coat. The girl took advantage of the not-so-bright candle flame, and the needle and thread shuttled back and forth, with a shallow smile on her face. Witt leaned against the metal railing of his cell, watching the jailers' every move with a limited perspective.

"Vitgo. ”

"Huh?"

"I'm hungry. ”

"I'm hungry too. ”

"Where's Naine?"

Arthur forgot that I didn't need to eat. ”

"Ah, I forgot again. ”

"Vitgo. ”

"Huh?"

"The first time I've been in prison, will I be given food in prison?"

"It's also the first time I've been in jail, okay, I should give me food. ”

"Then why don't you give it yet? From last night to now, I have not been given food or water, and if this continues, I will stop doing it. ”

"How do I know why not give. Save energy and sleep. ”

"But I'm not sleepy. ”

"Strangely, you seem to have been feeling less lately. Turning around, Werther looked at Arthur, "as if from ......"

"After I got better. Still with his eyes closed, Arthur touched his empty stomach, "I don't know why, since that illness, I haven't had to sleep for long, but I often feel hungry." ”

Witt suddenly thought of something: "Could it have something to do with you making a contract with Nain?"

Arthur said indifferently: "Who knows, hungry, and my brain doesn't want to turn." ”

Witt sighed and continued to look outside: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to be able to endure it. I thought you were going to yell and get angry. ”

"I wanted to yell, I wanted to get angry, but it didn't work. Get angry and can't get a bounty. Alas, what the hell is going on, we didn't make a mistake, it's just inexplicable. ”

"yes, why the hell......"

"At this time, I think of the roast pork that my mother made, ah...... The outside is charred and the inside is tender, the skin is crispy and the meat is soft, and if you bite into it, ahhhh......h

Smiling and laughing, Arthur twisted his body and rubbed against Nayin's leg, he still closed his eyes, pillowed Nain's leg and continued to fantasize about food, occasionally muttering: "Ah that piece of meat is mine, don't rob it from me, ha......"

Naine was still smiling faintly. She pulled up the mending coat slightly so that Arthur wouldn't crush it, then freed her hand to caress the side of Arthur's face and wipe away his occasional saliva with her sleeve.

"Wei is very anxious, Arthur didn't say it, he is not ready to be an enemy of a city, and when he is ready, we can leave. ”

Hearing Nayin say this, Witt let out a long sigh. He knew what Nayin meant, and he understood what Arthur thought. When they were surrounded by cavalry yesterday, Arthur suppressed his anger and suggested that Nain should not reveal the identity of the Spirit, so they were locked up in a normal cell, not a sealing chamber.

In Werther's view, escaping is not the way to go, and his biggest concern is affecting his family.

Just as Werther clenched the railing worriedly, a voice was heard, and the jailer was explaining something.

Hearing a familiar voice, Witt looked up instantly, and sure enough, he saw someone walking towards them. The man was dressed in light armor, tall and thin, with a high nose and broad eyes, brown hair, and a gentle and friendly temperament from head to toe.

"Lin!" cried out Witt with joy, and it was none other than Wood, the herald of Wommel.

"Werther, it's you!" Walking quickly to the cell, Lin subconsciously grabbed the railing, his face full of worry, "I knew it was you when I heard the description of the cavalry captain." It took me a lot of effort to come in, it's never been so strict here, what the hell did you do?"

Witt said anxiously and helplessly: "We don't know either! We just wanted to receive the bounty, but we didn't expect to receive the bounty, but we were arrested and imprisoned, and we didn't even say anything about the crime!"

Arthur opened his eyes and looked at the man who was talking to Werther. He had heard Witt talk about Rin, and he knew that Witt trusted Rin.

"That gang of bandits is so powerful, there are so many people, our army has not been able to win for so many years, how can you three children be able to fight!" Lin looked at Nayin and Arthur in the cell, his brows furrowed even tighter, "Werther, you have to tell the truth!"

"It's true!" Werther pointed to the rear, "this boy's name is Arthur, he is my best friend, he is very good at swordsmanship, but strong enough to defeat the bandits, and I am too...... I only found out about it not so long ago. ”

When Lin came over, Arthur smiled and waved at Lin, he wanted to ask Lin if he was given food in the cell, and even if he didn't give food, he should always be given water to drink, but seeing Werther's expression, he decided to remain silent first.

"This ......" No matter how you look at it, Arthur is a child in Lin's eyes, but Lin knows that Werther will not lie, he can only be suspicious, "On the way here, I met Lord Commander, I asked him about the situation, he didn't say anything, but looking at his face, I'm afraid the matter will be difficult to solve." ”