"The guys inside, they're all out for dinner!" shouted the prison guard at breakfast time.

"Shut up, miscellaneous! Don't you see Lao Tzu sleeping!" "Lao Tzu ate you first!

Even a simple breakfast call would have elicited a gushing scold from the prisoners. This kind of scolding atmosphere has long been accustomed to it.

The criminals are trapped in this cage every day from morning to night, day after day, without any novelty, and the most enjoyable activities are yelling at each other through the bars, and occasionally seizing the opportunity to fight, and perhaps only in this way can remind themselves that they are still alive.

The lock of the cell door was unlocked, and Kraft used his shackled hands to ruffle the long hair that blocked his eyes, and slowly moved towards the cafeteria.

His face was expressionless, his eyes glazed over, staring at the ground in front of him, seemingly uninterested in everything around him. Two pieces of bread, a slice of chicken, and a few slices of lettuce are Kraft's breakfast today. Faced with such an unpalatable food, Kraft did not hesitate and devoured it.

As the cell door clicked and the guards locked it again, Kraft began a new day, another meaningless, maggot-like day. He rolled over and lay back on the stone bed and closed his eyes.

Kraft hasn't seen his family for two years. His father, mother, and sister Lena, are they all okay?

Sorrow welled up in his heart again.

The laws of the Mon Continent are strict, and all prisoners are not allowed to be visited, nor are they allowed to receive any correspondence. Kraft was a murderer for a very heinous crime, and was sentenced to permanent imprisonment according to the laws of the Kingdom of Nit. So from the moment Kraft was imprisoned, he said goodbye to his family forever, and he didn't even have time to see them for the last time.

Kraft recalls that day two years ago, he was inexplicably found by the guards from the body of the village chief bint, and was identified as the murderer of bint. Ignoring any explanation from Kraft, the escorts escorted him directly to the prison in Streamer City.

It was supposed to be the day when Kraft was going to join the barracks and start a new life, but he fell straight into hell.

He was very angry at the injustice that had happened to him, and when he first entered prison, he was very violent, trying to break out, attacking guards, and causing chaos.

But as time went on, he found that he was too naïve, and that there were countless murderers in prison, but none of them could change his fate in these ways, so what could he do?

He thought about this strange case later, who was framing him, and finally he felt that the problem must be with the man in black, otherwise he would not have anyone put a gem in his pocket, unless it was some kind of teleportation spell, but that kind of thing was really unheard of.

He had mentioned the Men in Black to the Guards, but the Guards were dismissive of the claims, as even he felt that it was unlikely that he would be accepted by others for his unfounded and unproven claims.

At this time, someone interrupted his thoughts: "Boy, it looks like we're going to see you again today." ”

The voice seemed to be coming from the opposite cell. Kraft opened his eyes, sat up, and looked across the iron fence.

In the opposite cell, a man with a disheveled hair sat leaning against the corner of the wall on a stone bed, looking nearly fifty years of age, hunched up, his hair and beard covering almost his entire face, facing the ceiling, not looking at Kraft.

The man's name was Buck, and he was a felon, who was said to have committed more than 10 murders, and was extremely brutal and dangerous. Every time he was released to eat, at least two guards were watching. He had been locked up here for a long time, and since the first day of his imprisonment, he had been in the cell opposite Kraft, and he had made a direct impression on Kraft. Kraft recalls what it was.

That day, Kraft was put into a cell, took a look at his new surroundings, and sat down on the bed helplessly. He pondered for a moment, feeling that there was no hope left. He looked at the rough stone wall, and at that moment, a thought came to him, angry and full of despair, he planned to crash into the wall and die.

"Hey, young man, calm down. At that moment, Kraft heard a hoarse voice. He turned his head to Buck across from him, staring at him with a weird smile.

"What are you talking about?" Kraft wondered in his heart, he just sat on the bed and looked at the stone wall, without any unusual behavior, why did this person make him calm down?

"Life is long, and it's not a good idea to die. Buck looked at Kraft's stunned expression and stretched.

"I don't understand what you're saying. ”

"Hmph, I know what you were thinking, but out of kindness, I suggest you don't do that. Buck spoke with some disdain, then moved his ass and lay down on the bed.

Kraft was surprised, could this person be mind-reading?

He had heard his father mention that it was an ancient spell that could read what was in the mind of the other person using his mind. However, because the spell is difficult to master and is considered insidious and immoral, it has now been lost, and very few people still use mind-reading, and almost no one has experienced it firsthand.

Kraft glanced at Buck, who was full of vicissitudes, with a full beard, as if his hair had not been washed for many years, and covered his face with a pair of eyes that were still quite good. Buck's two words stunned Kraft, and he didn't know how to respond, so he could only remain silent.

"Boy, your chance hasn't come yet, I feel sorry for you if you give up now!" Buck tilted his head and squinted at Kraft and continued.

Although Kraft was suspicious of this person, in this way, the desire for death was indeed not so strong. Kraft glanced at Buck again, silently turned and lay down. Buck didn't say anything more, rolled over and fell asleep.

Since that day, Kraft has remembered the man. But strangely, Buck hasn't spoken to Kraft since.

In the past two years, Kraft has only seen him speak a few times, all of which are to say things that seem to be out of touch with other prisoners, and Kraft does not want to be contaminated with this strange person, and he does not take the initiative to speak.

So, even though he could see Buck's face every day when he looked up, Kraft didn't know much about the man. Only a few times ago, I heard the prison guards talk about him as having committed a serious crime, and he seemed to be very wary of him.

And now, two years later, Buck actually opened his mouth to Kraft again, and it was an inexplicable goodbye, which made Kraft break out in a cold sweat.

Kraft stared at Buck's side face for a moment, and was about to ask him, when suddenly a high-pitched shout came from outside: "Bring Kraft from Cell 5 to the warden's room!"

Then, the two guards hurried to Kraft's door, opened the cell door, shouted "Go!" and then uncontrollably set up Kraft and walked outside.

Kraft was dragged and had no time to speak, and as he was leaving, he glanced back at Buck, only to see Buck sitting cross-legged on the bed, smiling mysteriously raising the corner of his eye and squinting upwards at Kraft.

After passing through several dimly lit corridors and spiraling staircases, Kraft was taken to the warden's room.

Delicate walnut doors, shiny teak floors, a spacious desk, and aromatherapy with herbs unique to the Montese continent make this warden's room extravagant.

The warden stood with his back to the door, his hands behind his back, facing the huge bookshelf in front of the wall, as if contemplating something. Hearing Kraft coming in, he slowly turned around.

The warden, who was in his forties, was tall and burly, with a slightly graying beard and a well-trimmed beard, and his hair was oiled and neatly combed back of his head.

"Sir, the man has been brought. ”

"Go back to your work. The warden waved his hand to the two guards, and then said to Kraft, "Come in and close the door." Then, leaning back into his high-end leather chair, he lit his pipe unhurriedly, took a deep breath in his mouth, and then spit out a long breath.

Seeing the warden's pretentious demeanor, Kraft felt that the anger he had planted two years ago was gradually burning again, and it was precisely because of these incompetent, selfish, and selfish black officials who only wanted to make deals and disregarded the truth that led to his tragic situation today.

Kraft didn't know what the warden was looking for him. Normally, prisoners don't have the opportunity to see the warden unless they cause some trouble. Kraft decided to hold back his anger first, see what medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, and then make a plan.

"Your name is Kraft?" the warden spat out another smoke ring, squinting at Kraft.

"Yes. ”

"Seeing that you are young and look like a talent, why do you have to do bad things?" said the warden coldly.

When Kraft heard this, he immediately felt his blood surge, and he clenched his fists hard to restrain his anger.

Just as Kraft pondered how to answer, the warden asked again, "Do you want to get out?"

Kraft was stunned. He knew that he would not be released if he was convicted of murder and imprisoned forever, but what did the warden mean by that?

Seeing that Kraft didn't answer, the warden looked displeased, frowned slightly, and stared straight at Kraft: "I'll ask you again, do you want to go out?"

"Sir, if you talk about getting out of prison, of course I still want to. Kraft replied cautiously.

"Hmph, then I'll give you a chance. The warden took his eyes off Kraft's face, "There is one condition, though. ”

"On what terms?"

"I've sent you on a mission, and if it's done, you'll be free. ”

Kraft couldn't believe it, and he even suspected that he had been repressed for so long that he was hallucinating, because he had only dreamed in his dreams that he would have a chance to get out of this prison. "What is the mission, sir?"

"I'll give you a map. The warden turned around and took a roll of parchment from the top of the bookshelf and spread it out on the table, and Kraft saw that it was a rough map of the Monre continent.

The warden picked up a quill and drew a circle on the map, then handed it to Kraft: "Ten days later, at noon, when you arrive here, someone will be waiting for you there." This is your only chance, and if you don't arrive on time, then you will never be free. ”

Kraft took the map and looked at it carefully. The location circled by the warden is the northernmost part of the continent, the east gate of Ice City, the capital of the Kingdom of Nit.

Kraft is now really starting to suspect that he is dreaming, he has been given a chance to be free, but why is that? Kraft thinks back to his performance in prison, although he is considered a duty among prisoners, but he has not performed well, why would the warden give him such a chance?

"But sir, why ......?"

Kraft just wanted to ask a question, but the warden's face suddenly became serious, his brows furrowed again, and he interrupted Kraft sharply: "This is not your place to ask! If you don't want to do it, I can give it to someone else, and you can go back to the prison." With that, he wanted to call the guards.

"No, sir, I'm willing to do it, I'm willing to do it!" said Kraft when he saw the situation.

"Then you don't talk nonsense, and leave immediately, without delay!" the warden looked impatient and waved Kraft away.

Kraft hurriedly bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, sir! I will definitely do my best to complete the task!"

Despite his deep hatred for these evil officials, he had to show his gratitude at this time, after all, the chances of regaining his freedom were now in the hands of the warden, regardless of whether he could complete this mysterious task.

Just as Kraft walked out of the warden's room, about to carefully close the door, the warden added: "Remember, keep your mouth in order, do exactly what I tell you to do, and understand what I say?"

"Yes, sir. Kraft held back the disgust in his heart and bowed again.