"Queen, how are you, can you still hold on?"

After that sigh, a faint but audible majestic voice rang out. It seemed that he had not moved for a long time, and it seemed that he had some injuries on his body, and there was a sound of movement in the dimness.

"Your Majesty, I can still hold it!"

An equally weak voice rang out, and it was a woman of some age, but the movement coming from the prison cell was much sharper than before. It should be that the injury is not serious, or there is still a lot of physical strength.

"Alas, in fact, you can be like everyone else, you don't have to accompany me, an old man!"

Although he is already a prisoner, he does not have that crown on his head, which represents glory and royal status. But the old man was in good spirits, and there was still an unyielding tenacity in his eyes. Even though he was dressed in tattered clothes and had some injuries, he still got up and walked to the door of the cell, and did not crawl over on his knees.

"The old minister's family has served several kings for generations, and they have never given up this glory!"

The person who spoke first was also over half a hundred years old, but he was just burly, if it wasn't for the torture of the past few years, he would definitely be a burly man. But now, he is just a hungry skinned bone, sitting cross-legged on the ground, eating things that even a beggar might not eat.

The old king also had dirty white hair with a shawl, and a big beard on his mouth, intertwined with the roots. If it weren't for those still bright eyes, I am afraid I would not have seen that this old man, who looked like a down-and-out vagabond, was once a king with great royal power.

"Today's water is not bad to drink!"

An old minister, who was also sitting at the door of the cell, whispered softly, as if he meant something. After hearing this voice, a hand was also stretched out in the prison where the woman's voice came from. Although it has not been cleaned for a long time, it can still be seen that it was once a pair of hands as white as jade, delicate and charming.

After whispering a few words, it seems that it is also to save some effort, and it seems that those things that I want to say have already been said. While drinking the cool white water in the bowl, he was silent, looking at the two thin figures who walked to the edge of the big iron cage. Although there was a bit of strange complexity and sadness in his eyes, the expression on his face was not expressed.

Kid, it's hard for you!

The queen's eyes flashed with tears, but she took advantage of the time to bow her head and squeezed the teardrop that had not yet flowed out of her eyes into the water bowl in her hand. It's such a bowl of water, a bowl of water that they dare to drink with confidence, I don't know how many people have paid sacrifices and a lot of thought behind their backs.

Jamisari and the others, one from the left to the right, picked up a brush, resisted the fainting smell, and opened the lids of the two buckets that had been dragged to this side. The brush dipped in some of the deep-sea venom inside, reached into the large iron cage, and began to smear the reddish-brown substance on the stone man like a stucco worker.

The stone man remained motionless, as if it were a real stone. However, seeing the pitted surfaces of her bodies, Jamisari and the other person looked at each other with blank eyes, and then pretended to be fine, dragging the rattling chains, moving as she continued to smear them elsewhere on the stone man's body.

Ten minutes later, without checking how far they had smeared the stone figures, Amid the shouts of the executioners and the worm generals, Jamisari and the other man, dragging the empty buckets, walked towards the entrance.

Silence returned to the underground dungeon. Occasionally, some movement came from the pool, but in the cage, there was no movement.

Armishari carried the empty bucket and placed it with a colorful Black Sea Clan-fish-man, and then walked with another person to a nearby dwelling under the burning gaze of several executioners.

"Ho ho, if it weren't for the dirty body and the disgusting taste, I really want to eat them!"

One of the executioners said with a grinning grin, and the black insect patterns on his face writhing because of this made him look even more hideous and terrifying. But the other executioner on the side sneered, and said in a strange hoarse voice.

"If you think you're too long, stay away and don't pull us along! Your Majesty has long ordered that these obedient 'slaves' should not be 'eaten' at will, otherwise, we will regret coming to this world! ”

Perhaps it was the meaning of his words that reminded the executioner, who was the first to speak, of something terrible. His body trembled visibly, then he smiled awkwardly as he turned and walked towards the room next to him where moaning was constantly being heard. There, there are prey that he can enjoy at will, and he doesn't have to worry about the blame of the insect king.

A few minutes later, Yamisari returned to her humble house, feeling her back soaked. The most undisguised gaze of the executioner's greed, how could she not understand what it meant. If it weren't for the fact that I deliberately made myself into this "unappetizing" appearance, I am afraid that I would have entered the stomachs of those monsters for a long time.

It was getting late, and there were a lot of empty rooms in this courtyard, and thanks to the "smell" on her body, Yamisari was one of the few people who had her own separate room.

After a long time, the movement outside was quieter, and Jamisari, who lay down, groped her way up from the bed. In her memory, she has been like this for a long time, even if she even freshens up and dresses herself, she only remembers it occasionally in her memories and dreams.

If you don't maintain this habit, I'm afraid that even resting will have to be fearful. Thankfully, here, the monsters don't have to give up the more delicious ones to choose their own meal.

Something the size of half an egg, wrapped in a plastic bag, was pulled out of one of the pockets of her dress. Fortunately, I also have a pair of worn-out gloves on my hands at all times, although they are rotten, but they can finally play a role in protecting the palms.

Carefully peel off the outer layer of the bag and toss it into the corner of the room, where there are several pieces of clothing stained with deep sea venom. Luckily, most of them had dried up, and there wasn't that exaggerated, disgusting smell wafting from there. But it's also disgusting, and I'm afraid no one will want to stay here a little longer.

By the faint light of the moon, a small and inconspicuous snail shell, and a strangely shaped stone ring that did not look like a ring, with rough patterns carved on it, appeared in those eyes filled with tears.

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