Kelvin. Viscount Wellington sat on the damp straw and leaned against the wall with some weakness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He had iron chains on his hands and feet, which were mixed with many impurities in the production, so they were not very strong, and in normal times, this level of restraint would not have been able to trap the Silver Middle-Rank Viscount Wellington at all.

However, at this moment, he tried to break through the iron chain with all his strength, but he couldn't do anything, all the power in his body seemed to be hollowed out, and Viscount Wellington knew that he had eaten a poison that weakened his strength, although this poison was not lethal, but it was enough for a silver-level master to not be able to fight even a goose in a few days.

He and his companions had returned to the manor after settling in the army, and after enjoying the afternoon tea prepared by Prince Leotis, he lost consciousness and woke up to find himself imprisoned in this cold, damp dungeon, unable to communicate with the outside world.

Viscount Wellington was alone in prison, but he knew that the other Viscounts must be in the same situation as him, and they were separated in order to make it impossible for Viscount Wellington and the others to escape.

It should be the evening of the next day, and in any case, Princess Elyfils should have noticed the strangeness of the nobles in the north, and if she hasn't found it yet, it can only mean that even Her Royal Highness is in prison and can't protect herself.

Viscount Wellington doesn't know who is behind it, whether someone took the opportunity to rebel and control all the nobles, or whether Prince Leotis wants to eradicate the power of Princess Elifers, judging from the current situation, Viscount Wellington thinks that the latter is more likely.

Although there are few violent power struggles in the royal family, this does not mean that everyone loves and supports each other, in fact, every once in a while, there are tragedies within the royal family, the most recent of which was two hundred years ago, when the mad king Odysseus beheaded his three older brothers and ascended to the throne, but was later defeated by the army of the little princess Iliad and finally executed on the gallows.

Although the Northern Ranger is not the descendant of Princess Eliefils, it is not easy to increase his strength in this troubled era, and it is quite normal for Prince Leotis to try to annex the Third Legion, but at the current time of the great enemy, he is still thinking about this kind of thing, and Viscount Wellington thinks that this prince must have something wrong with his brain.

There were two soldiers on guard, who were drinking outside the bars at the moment, and they seemed rather bored, and from time to time Viscount Wellington heard them talking about unnutritious topics, probably brothels, and it seemed that their lives had been quite boring since the beginning of the war.

"Why haven't the food deliveries come today, they're all starving to death."

One of the bald soldiers said, he drank the wine in the jug, sighed, and glanced at the imprisoned Viscount Wellington, he knew the identity of the other party, it was the noble lord of the north, but he also knew that it was now in their territory, and with the support of His Royal Highness the Prince's order, he naturally had no fear.

"It's almost over, I don't know what dishes are available today."

Another soldier with a scar on his face replied, his legs crossed, and the wine in his glass had long since been drunk.

While the two of them were chatting word by word, the door of the cell was pushed open, and a maid dressed in coarse cloth walked in with a plate.

"Yo, here it is."

The bald soldiers whistled, they were the guards of this villa, and they could often go in and out of the richly decorated villas, and it was common to tease the maids, but the maid who came today did not seem to be alone with the one at noon.

"What about that little sister at noon, was she scared away by us?"

The Scar Soldier said jokingly that they had teased the little black-haired girl at noon, but in this chaotic time, the maids did not dare to complain, at most they just avoided it like this.

"Tina wasn't feeling well, so I came here for her."

The maid said, her blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, her head bowed, her bangs obscuring her face, making it impossible to see.

"Yo, the sound is quite sweet."

The bald soldier saw the new maid, stood up, and walked towards her.

The plate was filled with rich broth and toast, as well as pancakes, many times better than the usual food in the barracks, and although it was prepared for Viscount Wellington in the dungeon, the prisoners did not need such a good meal for the two guards, so it was just right to withhold the food.

"Why do you feel like I haven't seen you yet, I'm here recently?"

The bald soldier looked at the food on his plate, then at the maid.

He had seen most of the maids in the mansion, but there were so many and mobile them that he didn't know all of them.

My lord, I recently fled from the Mordred Plateau to Kainzburg. ”

The maid said, walking over to the iron fence to hand the food to Viscount Wellington.

"Wait."

The Scarred Soldier said, and he also stood up and walked over to the maid.

"This is a noble lord, we have to ensure his personal safety, if there is anything unclean in this dish, you and I can't afford to bear this responsibility."

"Yes."

The maid nodded, stopped, and turned to hand the plate to the two guards of the soldiers.

"Please check it out."

"Yo, that's pretty smart."

The bald soldier smiled, and he couldn't help but wonder a little as he looked at the white skin of the maid's arms, and he took the plate, put it on the table, and turned to share the delicacy with his companions.

The fried meatloaf was fat but not greasy, the aroma was overflowing, the broth was rich with herbs, rich and a little refreshing, and the toast was much more delicate than those coarse grains.

"I said, what's your name? How old is this year? Have you ever looked for a man? ”

The Scarred Soldier took a sip of soup and asked the maid, his language crude in his words.

“.....”

The maid did not return, causing the two guards to turn their heads.

"What about you...... Hey, how do you feel a little ...... in your stomach?"

The bald soldier was about to get up and teach this ignorant girl a lesson, but suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen.

"This dish is poisonous !?"

The Scar Soldier never expected that there was really something unclean in this dish, and he stood up, leaned against the wall, and tried to get out of the room to ask for help.

However, the sound of metal grinding made both of them stunned.

I saw that the maid, who was originally silent, suddenly took out a long sword from under her skirt, and the blade of the sword glowed with cold light, pointing directly at the two of them.

"My name is Elie Fils. Feng. Astorea. (To be continued.) )