"What did you do to me?" Deanna held out her hand to her eyes, and it was a pair of men's hands, with thick palms and finger knuckles; Touching his face again, his skin and flesh were rough and gritty, and his beard was thick, "No, I don't want to become a monster, I am the queen of the Burning Flame Kingdom!" These words came out of the mouth of a man, and even the courtiers felt their teeth sour.

Looking at the crazy "queen", people avoided it, and in the end it was the imperial guard, and the queen's former guards subdued him and put him aside.

Vanessa saw this qiē in her eyes, and couldn't help but wonder if Reina had colluded with Terrence, otherwise how could the prince change the direction of that arrow. Now, Terrence not only has complete control over the form, but has also turned the queen into a "man" who poses no threat to himself, and the situation has been reversed again and again in his hands, and he has always survived every desperate situation.

It seems that he has an insight and judgment that is different from ordinary people, which is a gift given to him by time, and it is also beyond his own reach. Realizing this, Vanessa glared at Terrence with jealousy.

Prince Terrence, the man who conquered the world in Inara's mouth.

The princess's eyes narrowed again.

The Long Night Hall was the private parlor of the successive kings of the Burning Flame Kingdom, where King Matthew used to meet with dignitaries at home and abroad, and of course, most often by his spies with his hands and eyes, so this inconspicuous parlor had a low curtain all the year round, and there were double passages and exits in front and back, and those exits were often located in the other halls, so that no one would know who the king had summoned, or where he had been summoned.

The Long Night Hall is now occupied by Terrence, and the first person he summons in this living room is the mysterious horse boy Finn.

Unlike Deanna's fearless nephew, there is an unsettling treachery about this young man, his misty eyes with a seductive charm that even those of the same sex cannot resist, and the smiling horn on his lips keeps you guessing what he's thinking.

But these are not the point, the prince judged from his more than 30 years of experience in reading people, the most rare thing about this young man is the self-confidence that is arrogant. Terrence rose from his seat and poured a glass of wine for the two of them, intending to learn more about where Finn's confidence came from.

"I suppose you have already met my vassal, Sir Cloria," said Terrence as he poured his wine, and said in his usual aristocratic tone, "we are not only master servants, but also very good friends. Once, I got into a fight with a noble young man for the sake of a girl, and the young man was good at swordsmanship, and there is still a scar on me," the prince smiled and touched his elbow, as if reminiscing about the sweet past in love, "We were on a boat on a boat, and the sea breeze shook the hull, and we all staggered as if we were drunk, and at the end of the fight, the whole boat was amused by our lame sword dance, but just as I was about to put my sword into the sheath," Terrence paused to confirm Vanessa's expression"A great wave lifted the bow of the ship, and the noble young man stood unsteady and swooped down on my sword. ”

There was silence.

"Later, when people sorted out his body, they found out that it was a young girl, and she was the illegitimate daughter of my friend, who was traveling with a maid in disguise as a man, and died by my sword."

"The story is very sad." Vanessa nodded sadly, "But the girl's death shows how unruly the prince was when he was young, and he is really a good example for our younger generations to follow." ”

"Why I'm telling this story, I think you understand it as well as I do." Terrence smiled.

"Understood." Vanessa nodded again, "You're trying to say that if the girl had been named earlier, maybe she wouldn't have died." He took a sip from the rhino horn glass filled with amber liquor, "You just want me to tell who I am and tell me who I am." ”

The prince spread out his hands and made a "please" gesture, waiting for his answer.

"Wondering who I am depends on how curious you are." Joke, how can my identity sue you for free. Vanessa sat down across from the Prince.

"Want to talk about terms?" The smile on the prince's face became even stronger, "I like the fearlessness of young people, they are always not afraid of heaven and earth, they dare to ask for a price when they open their mouths, and they never care if they have enough chips." He owed Vanessa, and the smile on his face vanished, "Have you ever wondered how I'm going to send you and your accomplices if you're not strong enough to pay for the time I've wasted on you?" ”

"You're threatening me?" Vanessa's eyes jumped.

"No, I'm warning you, giving you the advice of an elder." The smile returned to the Prince's face, as if it were a marionette that could climb up to the corners of Terrence's mouth at will at any time, "Guards! "Within a minute, if I don't give the order, go to the dungeon and kill a queen, starting with the silver-haired prince!" He stared into Vanessa's eyes and continued to smile, "See, this is the threat." ”

"All right," Vanessa immediately surrendered, "but please withdraw your order first, for my story is much longer than yours, and I can't finish a minute." ”

"Listen up." The prince's smile became more kind.

The dungeon of the Flame Kingdom is divided into three layers, the upper, middle and lower, and the structure imitates the spiral shape of purgatory, and the lower the level, the more serious the crime of the prisoner. However, this also has the advantage that once the dungeon is on fire, the lowest prisoners are always the first to suffer, and the chances of escape are pitifully small. The dungeon was built on an underground crater that erupted fifty years ago, burning all the prisoners and burning all the buildings above ground with magma rising from the surface. Undeterred, the dead-eyed people of the Burning Flame rebuilt a dungeon on the same site and brought in water from the Sleeping Lion River to control the constant temperature of the volcano with the flow of water.

Perpetually hot floors, steaming but undrinkable pools of fresh water, multi-legged tide bugs and scavenging ants, crawling around with the wails of the dying, make this dungeon as suffocating, terrifying and suffocating as a post-apocalyptic steamer.

"Let me out! You bastards! I am your queen! The middle-aged man, who had been the queen, clutched the dark red rust fence and kept shouting.

"Stop yelling, they won't come." Brant persuaded. The three of them were locked up at the bottom of the dungeon, not to mention the jailers, and even the death row inmates next to them couldn't hear Deanna's voice. They have long been accustomed to the inmates who have just come in, selectively turning a blind eye to their roars. The prince turned to Reina in the corner, "Do you still have that teleportation magic on you?" ”

The archer ignored him, just staring at the ground about a meter in front of him.

"Listen, they took Vanessa," Brant walked over and crouched down in front of Reina, stopping his gaze and forcing him to look at himself, "We've got to find a way to get out and help her." ”

"It's him, not 'she'." Reyna said viciously, "That's the only antidote in the world, and he'll never turn back into Vanessa again!" ”

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