In the darkness of a dark cell, a silver-haired girl could be seen sitting in a corner with her knees crossed, her limbs bound in chains and shackles.

Even the famous 'witch' is only a prisoner here, but no one dares to offend this girl.

The silver-haired girl had her eyes closed, and she exuded a sense of lifelessness all over her body, like a person who was about to die.

But she was only a young child, only fourteen years old, how did this sense of dead silence originate?

Da-da-da.

Footsteps rang out in the dimly lit prison, and a shadow grew louder and louder with the candlelight, and several people came to the cell.

The man in the center was a gray-haired man who was not very old, he seemed to be in his fifties.

The man's gaze was a little vicissitudes, as if he had gone through a lot of things, and his gaze was on the silver-haired girl in the cell.

"Go down first."

This man, who is already about to enter old age, tells the people around him.

"My lord! She's dangerous! ”

"It's okay, let's go down."

The man shook his head, as if he didn't care, and he glanced at the people around him.

After comprehending it, those people had to sigh in their hearts, not very understanding of what this man was doing.

"My lord, we're waiting outside, if..."

At this point, the man said no more, after all, this is not the first time.

After the guards left, the middle-aged man spread his palms out, and a silver key was placed there, and he picked it up and inserted it into the lock of his cell.

Click.

The door to the cell was opened, and the man entered, and he sat down in front of the silver-haired girl.

"Elijah."

The silver-haired girl who heard the name seemed to fluctuate, and her eyes slowly opened, and her black pupils stared at the man opposite.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you where you want to go, but... I brought two things for you. ”

The man took out a picture book, and a conch, and he stood up and walked up to the girl, put the thing on the ground, and then returned to his original position and sat down, looking at the girl quietly.

There seemed to be a little glint in Illya's eyes, and she picked up the conch, looked at it blankly for a moment, then picked up the sketchbook and opened it, and the black eyes suddenly widened.

There is a hand-drawn drawing of the sea in that book, which is very beautiful, and it seems that the painter has a deep foundation, and even the coloring is deep and light, as if the picture is directly imprinted.

"Big... Sea..."

Illya muttered these two words out of her mouth, and in the depths of her gaze, a color called longing and yearning emerged.

"That conch was brought back from the sea, and maybe you can hear the sound of the sea."

When he saw the girl's expression change, the man seemed satisfied, and he smiled kindly.

"The sea's... Voice..."

Illya muttered to herself, she looked at the blue sea, put the conch to her ear, and a noisy sound came, there was a howling wind and waves, there were chirping gulls, countless sounds mixed together but so beautiful.

Illya listened to the voice in the conch and stared blankly at the sea in the picture book, as if she was a little distracted.

Sitting, no one bothered, time passed quickly, and the man looked at the silver-haired girl quietly.

"I want to go."

I don't know how long it took, but finally Illya said this, as if to say it to the man, with a hint of supplication.

When he heard this, the man's smile stopped abruptly, and he looked at Illya in a daze, his wrinkled hands clenched into fists, and his eyes were full of apologies.

"I'm sorry."

His apology was sincere and full of apologies.

The girl's identity is very heavy, so he can't let the girl out at all.

Illya stopped talking, still looking at the sea in the picture book, and the cacophony of voices echoed in her ears, but the light in her eyes was getting dimmer, but at last there was a little light left.

Even if it was just that, maybe she was already satisfied.

Seeing that Illya had returned to normal, the man had no choice but to close his eyes and sigh in his heart.

The man reopened his eyes, he stood up, looked at the silver-haired girl again, and finally he walked out of the cell and locked the lock.

In the cell, Illya did not fluctuate in the slightest because of the man's departure, she stared blankly at the drawing book for an unknown amount of time.

"Your Excellency!"

After seeing the man come out, the guards were all relieved, and they were so frightened every time.

"Let's go."

The man nodded to the guards and gestured, and he made his way up the stairs, the guards following closely behind.

After leaving the prison, the warm sunlight shone on everyone, dispelling the haze that had been brought out of the prison.

When he came to an office, the man sat down in his chair, his face haggard, as if he was too worried.

"My lord, why are you so merciful to that 'witch'?"

A young guard asked the bottom of the minds of everyone present, not understanding how the lord was so kind to the man.

"Is it merciful... Indeed, it's just pity for her, right? ”

The man seemed to be laughing at himself, he leaned his hands against the table, and he rested his head on the back of his hands, and the sad look was not visible.

"I used to have a daughter, and to this day, I remember her very clearly, she was a very lovely child.

And Illya, very similar to my child, that feeling, you know? ”

After listening to the man's words, everyone was silent, they didn't know much about this adult, but they knew that this man was a very kind boss.

One thing can be understood from his mouth, this adult's daughter may no longer be alive, and it is probably understandable why he takes care of the girl so much, although he can't empathize.

"My lord, it said that the 'witch' should go to the Gajib Gladiatorial Arena, probably to attract tourists."

Even the person who reported it felt helpless, although the little girl was called a "witch", but this "witch" was still just a child.

"What about the time limit?"

"Ten days."

The man was silent, and finally looked up, as if there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and at last, he sighed again.

"Let's just say, there is another gladiatorial fight on the fifteenth day, and it is a hundred wins."

"But my lord, the top is already a little impatient, so drag it on like this..."

The person who reported was also a little worried, after all, it had been delayed for more than half a year, even if the adult in front of him was in an important position and was the manager of the Sattar Gladiatorial Arena, I am afraid that he would be severely suppressed in the end.

Those of them who are subordinates don't want this kind adult to be punished.

"Just do what I say, all right, you all go down."

The man finally commanded.

"Yes."

Everyone sighed secretly, thinking that this was too bad for this adult, but there was nothing to be done.

After all his men had withdrawn, * got up, he turned and looked through the glass window at the dark clouds that were gradually spreading across the sky, his eyes full of worry, and his mouth let out a deep sigh.

"Illya, this may... It's the last time I'll be able to help you. ”