It is no exaggeration to say that even with the status and fame of Alpine Fort today. The arrival of a magister is still enough to make the entire hall of the lord flourish, which is the respect that the best wisdom of mankind deserves, and has nothing to do with flattery.

That night, a grand banquet was held at Takayama Castle. The halfling chef brought out the highest level, and the mellow dwarven ale was consumed like water.

After Du Pong drank too much, he talked a little too much, and pulled the lord to talk a lot about some and some of them. He said that he was going to the Orc Kingdom to pick up his friend's child, and that his friend's name was Reinhardt.

Later, he simply leaned back in his chair and snored, which made people cry and laugh.

The host and guest were drunk, and the banquet naturally had no meaning to continue, so it stopped.

Richard waved over a few rabbit manservants and asked them to carry Dupon back to his room to sleep. When he came out of the large dining room, he had rare leisure, and he wandered around aimlessly with his hands in his pockets.

It was late at night, and it was very quiet. The sound of footsteps gradually sounded on the road, and no one disturbed it.

The mountain castle under the curtain is very peaceful, and the large area of bitter thorn flowers on the garden is blooming luxuriantly, exuding a faint fragrance. At the foot of the hills, the lights in the residential area have been fully lit, and you must have fallen asleep. Farther away, the day-and-night glow of the furnace stands out against the dark background.

In just a few years, the pioneer who was poor and white at the beginning has now become a big situation, and the fate of countless people has changed because of this.

In this empty and watery night, seeing this scene, if there is a little bit of Yaxing, it is easy to sigh that it is certain.

And Richard is undoubtedly the one who has Yaxing - "Day, Lao Tzu is really wise and powerful." ”

A singing and shouting broke the silence and startled a few sparrows walking on the ground. The initiator was still unaware of it, and laughed three times in disgust.

"Boss. Several guards hiding in the shadows suddenly spoke up, startling and embarrassing the lord who was immersed in self-praise and couldn't extricate himself.

"Oh, it's you. The lord glanced at it, and found that he had coincidentally walked outside Elizabeth's prison room and coughed casually, "Everyone hasn't let their guard down, it's good."

As long as there are no serious intellectual deficiencies in this No. 1 prisoner, it is absolutely impossible not to be strictly vigilant.

Richard may not be a smart man, but at least he is not mentally retarded. Therefore, since coming to Alpine Fort, Elizabeth has been treated as a top detention.

Single cells with reinforced walls and roof floors, 50-pound shackles on both hands and feet, and daily release time calculated by pinching seconds. There are also guards who maintain a scale of more than ten people at any time, and one of them is considered to be the top soldiers of the system, and even the demonic steel weapons will be given priority to them.

In short, with Elizabeth's current strength at the level of ordinary people, this is a cage that absolutely cannot escape.

"I'll go in and have a look. Richard walked to the door and motioned for the guards to unlock him.

The heavy steel door slowly slid open, and the well-lubricated bearings barely made any sound. The solitary cell was shrouded in the light of butter candles, and Elizabeth sat at her desk in her pajamas, looking at Richard slightly blankly.

She was flipping through a picture book, probably not expecting someone to come in. The lord vaguely saw that it seemed to be an enlightenment book for children, and it was either a heroic legend or a folk tale.

The pot of yellow flowers brought all the way from the twilight forest was placed on the only ventilation window, and it was very strong.

"When will you give me freedom?" Before Richard could speak, Elizabeth asked first.

"That's a question you shouldn't have asked at all. The lord stared at it reluctantly for a moment before he pretended to say, "In addition, you can pull the neckline up first." ”

There was a clatter of chains, and Elizabeth clutched the collar of her pajamas with her shackled hands.

"Crybag, you should think more about how to enrich your life as a prisoner, as for freedom-" Richard spread his hands and looked helpless, "I'm sorry, that thing is too extravagant." ”

"Why?" said Elizabeth's voice, still calm, but her fists were clenched firmly, and she unconsciously rubbed the pages under her elbows into a wrinkle.

It was a small detail that immediately alerted the lord - her personality was clearly gradually recovering to what it should be.

Not long ago, as long as I screamed, I could easily scare this alien beauty into tears, and if I scolded a few more words, I would faint on the spot.

She had already initially gotten rid of her weakness, regained some of the courage that had been lost with her spiritual origin, and dared to ask "why" to her face.

It is not so easy to make up for the loss of the original source, but some of the sequelae caused by the loss of the original source are gradually healing.

If Elizabeth had remained in that crying bag, Richard might have been able to open up a certain amount of freedom. But as soon as she began to recover, there was no discussion about it, not at all!

After all, the level of danger is not the same.

The life form is so special that this is the only case, and there is no similar kind of reference anymore, and no one dares to pack a ticket to say that she will eat her.

"Even when I was at my peak, I was far from being your opponent. What's more, even if I can go back to the blood pool to replenish the origin, as long as you don't help, it will never be possible to come to this world through the spatial rift, right?" Elizabeth probably didn't know that it was her own performance that closed her door to freedom.

"I said, no, but, yes!" Richard looked down condescendingly, and suddenly smiled slightly.

He reached out and hooked Elizabeth's chin, and the oncoming gaze was stubborn and angry, "Beauty, I sincerely recommend that you exercise more when you are out of the wind. Tsk, it's only been a few days, and there's meat on my chin. ”

This face, which was once as perfect as a classical sculpture, is now a little baby fat.

Compared to the cruel methods of other places, the mountain fort was much more civilized in its treatment of captives, and at least the food was okay - especially for Elizabeth, who had never enjoyed what civilization was.

"The book says that true aristocrats should pity the weak. I'm weak now, why can't you take pity on me? She stared at Richard, the pain and reluctance in her eyes that could be counted.

This sentence almost made the lord persist for a long time, because in his native language, the word "pity" has another more ambiguous and imaginative meaning.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a nobleman, I'm a hooligan. Lord Lordship rolled his eyes and pointed to the album on the table, "Should this be included in your supply?"

"It was a gift from Sister Anne. ”

"I said that you are a thousand-year-old demon, and you are embarrassed to call someone sister. Richard shuddered on the head, "Confiscate!"