Resat Don shouted almost frantically in the dungeon, the cold dungeon was damp and foul-smelling.

"I'm the great nobleman of Yafen, you can't do this to me! Let me out! Resat Don's cries were like a resentful woman's constant grumbling. The guards of the dungeon barely even looked at him, and walked straight into the deeper dungeon corridors with an inferior candlestick lit with white wax.

"Thirteenth, what a tragic number." The corridors echoed with the guard's somber voice, "You don't smell good at all. Not to the hapless guy next door who claims to be a big nobleman. ”

"It's all right, you abominable Affines." The voice seemed to be coming from next door to Ressatt Don.

"The garlic in your mouth still smells so strong, but you're not as lucky as that old man Lawrence. But the only thing that is fortunate to be in such an unfortunate numbered cell is that you are not dead. ”

"Thank you idiot for your concern, my life is on the line. I think if I'm lucky, I'll be able to pee on your head one day. Hahahaha. "I heard the voice of the guy next door, it seemed to be an old acquaintance of mine." I can't remember where I heard the guy's voice, though. It's been two years, and my memory has become a little blurry. ”

"I'd advise you, a hard-nosed fellow, not to have anything to do with him." There was a sound of clattering footsteps in the hallway, and it seemed that the farther and farther it went, and even the last bit of light in the cage was gone, "Number 14?" The poor mute was cowering there. ”

These cell bosses folded back after a careless inspection.

"I tell you lowly fools, I am the great nobleman of Yafen, and you treat me so indifferently, I swear that if I can get out, I will be the first to kill you!" Ressatt Don's two small eyes glowed with a cunning mouse, and his voice almost roared.

"It's better to save some effort and get on the road, sad nobleman, you can call again when you get to the spirit hall of Arcana! I think you'll be able to get out soon. The cell keeper seemed impatient, and he drew his whip and swung it at the cage of Resatt Don's dungeon, "Nasty guy, it's not easy for you to get into this dungeon, but this is not your backyard, you can go in and out if you want." I think you'll be out soon though."

"Good, you'll pay for your actions." Resat Don was so frightened by the sudden flogging that he immediately cowered behind the cage and shivered at a wounded mouse.

"Forget it, every prisoner threatened me like this, but in the end, I didn't pay the price, they went first. Ha ha. The cell keeper put away his whip, snorted contemptuously at Resat Don, and turned to leave.

The outside of the dungeon is blocked by a heavy iron door, and the burning ash inside the dungeon is the only source of light that can be seen, except for the peephole on the iron door, which can slightly look into the sky outside.

Resat Tang slammed his fist against the wall of the cage in almost despair, and he wept bitterly, almost crying for the ground.

There was a thump on the wall next to the cage, and Ressatt Don immediately pressed his ear to the damp wall.

"Your voice keeps me awake. Man. There was a muffled sound from across the wall.

"Who are you? Brothers. It seems like we're familiar with each other. Ressatt Don tensed, a nervous feeling of excitement that had been acknowledged, like pulling a life-saving seedling.

"There are already quite a few prisoners here who speak in the same tone as you. I'm number thirteen here. A lazy voice came clearly through the walls of the cage to Ressatt Don's ears, "Nothing new?" Your clichés make my ears calloused. ”

"Brother, I'm really familiar with your voice. We must be friends! Resatt Don was so nervous that he knocked excitedly on the wall of the cage, fearing that the voice of the man on the other side of the wall would disappear into the darkness.

"Friends!? Friends also have friends and bad friends. I've met a bad friend, because I've been in this abominable dungeon for two whole years. I swear I'll tear this guy to pieces when I get out! Resart Tang came from next door with an angry roar, as if the word friend had ignited the anger in his heart.

"Zax Sharp!" Resat Don shuddered out the name that lurked in the depths of his memory of the struggle for power, and he knew very well that in order to please the former Walker, he had only betrayed this offending friend slightly.

"Huh? I think you do know me, and you're the first person to know my name. Who are you? Zax Sharp lowered his voice again, "You're not the guy who made me angry, Ressatt Don!" Your voice is indeed very similar to that of the abominable fellow, and if I could, I would have cut off a piece of his flesh with a knife right now. ”

"Lord Zax Sharp, am I really that disgusting to you? I'm the one who makes you angry, but I didn't mean to throw you into this damn dungeon!" Ressatt Don's little heart had already reached his throat, and he kept justifying his actions.

"What!" The wall next door suddenly made a heavy slamming sound.

"Don't talk to each other, you abominable bastards in the cage, especially Twelve and Thirteen! Learn those dumb ones! At the other end of the corridor there was the jingle of iron shoes, which was clearly the footsteps of the cell guards here, "If anyone can't control their mouths, I'm going to sew up their foul-smelling mouths with threads, because you caged fools are cold corpses in my eyes!" There's no need to waste precious food! ”

"If I hear your squeaky like a mouse again, I will definitely pull you out so that you can vent your dissatisfaction!" The two rows of cages connecting the corridor fell silent.

The clanging of iron shoes faded away, and Resart Don gently tugged at the wall again, his little eyes spinning rapidly after the sudden patrol of the cell head, as if a flash of inspiration had flashed in his mind.

"If there's any fart, you disgusting guy." Zax Sharp roared from the other side of the wall.

"I'm in the same condition as you now. Old friend, I regret that I did not fulfill my duty as a friend, but in fact it was all my cowardice, and I did not say to the proud young man that you were not malicious in slandering his relationship with the king. Resart Don tried to make his speech cry, but now he couldn't laugh.

"Your character is not worth a single bronze in my eyes, and if it is true, as you say, you have never visited me in this damned dungeon during the two years I have been in captivity. What an old friend! After all, I am also a great nobleman with a fief under the royal city of Parma, and I have fallen to such a miserable state! Zax Sharp sighed softly, showing the hero's shortness of breath.

"You're mistaken, my old friend, Zax! I have fallen into this dark cage with you, there is no need to deceive you, maybe I can only live to this day, maybe you can only live until tomorrow. Why am I hiding something? This brainless earl of Jarfenburg has tasted the 'rotten fruit' that he and the king who took advantage of him, and Buffenburg will finally be defeated, as you said two years ago. I know you had the audacity to speak your mind to this brainless foolish earl of Jarfen two years ago for the benefit of your Sharp family's trade. The more Resar Don spoke, the more respectful his words became, at least in his tone.

"What's the use of you saying that now? That fool who rules Jarfen can ask for our heads here at any time, as soon as he remembers my name or the name of you nasty creature! Hey, I think the kingdom of Rinston is going to be in chaos right now. Zax's tone seemed to calm down.

"No, old friend, we still have hope, we have to get out. Mr. Zax Sharp, I know that you were not only a powerful merchant but also an experienced knight of the royal city, and that your uncle was a member of King Segal I's guard! "Ressatt Don's head spun fast, and he tried to hold on to the only 'life'.

"You're not going to encourage me to escape from prison. You rat-like creature is so cunning that you started inciting me to do dangerous things before you could say a word. Zax Sharp did not directly reject Ressatt Don's words.

"My dear Zax, haven't you always wanted to take out the man who put you in jail? As I have already said, it is not me, it is the stupid earl. A guy who even threw his teacher into prison - madness! As his mind cooled in the cold environment, his words became more and more coherent, and his words were full of unbelievable firmness.

"I want to kill him—but I don't want to be used as a dagger." Zax Sharp replied coldly.

"My dear old friend, I don't intend to take advantage of you, and I don't have to, your answer has already revealed your true thoughts, and we are changing our own sad fate. And I'm also a big nobleman of Yafen, I still have a lot of guys in Yafen, and now Yafen is newly defeated, and the city defense is weak, this is a rare opportunity to kill that damn Easthem kid, join forces with me, for our freedom. If you don't do it, you can't do it! There seemed to be a kind of magic to Resart Don's words, and the cell next door seemed to be quiet.

"Number 13!" Hurried cries and clattering footsteps came from the dark dungeon corridors, the voice of Zax's old acquaintance, the cell boss, "Your servant is really sensible, and has come all the way to deliver news to you." You know, it's night. Take it and see it. Look. But I guess you'll never get out, and it's the same whether you read the letter or not. ”

The head of the cell, carrying the candlestick with white wax, handed the letter through the cage to Zax Sharp, and placed the candlestick outside the cage, while he leaned his hand impatiently against the bars of the cage and hummed an ugly song.

"Mr. Cell, what's your name?" Zax read the letter and silently took it into his arms, with an indescribable smile on his face.

"What? Something good happened? But any good thing doesn't matter to you. The cell boss turned his face and looked at him with a playful expression.

"What is your name, Mr. Cellkeeper?" Zax still had a smile on his face.

"Thirteen--poor Zax Sharp, well, come here, I'll tell you in a moment. Come, come here. The cell boss hooked Zacks' little finger and motioned for Zacks to approach the bar, and he pressed his face against the bar, his hand groping around his waist, which was tied to the whip.

"That's what I mean, my honorable cell boss." Zax stroked his chest with one hand to the cell boss and methodically walked to the edge of the bars inside the cage.

"Oh~Oh! Who do you think you are? Well, I'll tell you, actually, the prisoners of this dungeon who have gone one step ahead call me --- the guide of death. The cell leader's face became very gloomy in the faint candlelight, and his hand had secretly drawn the thorny leather whip from his waist.

"It's unfortunate that today you met me, the Grim Reaper, who is on duty at night." Zax's face suddenly became gloomy, and he stretched out his muscular arms, strangled the cell leader's neck with great speed, and then smashed his head with his hand, only to hear the click of the cell leader's neck.