So, someone actually laughed.

It's all schadenfreude, sarcasm, and a good show.

Charles didn't faint this time, hiding in the corner and convulsing.

This time, he didn't dare to mess with Lorraine again.

All along, he relied on the knife he had touched from the soldier in his hand as a weapon, and added some kung fu, so he was the king in this cell.

I didn't expect to plant it in the hands of an Oriental man with a thin figure and beautiful appearance today.

This man's methods are vicious, and he is unrelenting.

The surroundings were dead again.

Only the occasional swish of the flames on the charcoal basin sparkled and jumped on the dark walls.

The cell remained dead silent.

Until—

A heavy sound sounded, and the iron door of the prison was opened from the outside.

However, the people in the cell remained motionless, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

The sound of steady footsteps came from the doorway at the end of the aisle, and the patrolling knights were heroic with swords at their waists.

The hilt was dark brown, and the blade was shiny and glowing with a cold glow.

The jailer came over and lit several more torches on the wall, and the dimly lit cell suddenly became bright.

Then, several tall knights, dressed in neat and solemn military uniforms, went to Lorraine's cell, facing inside.

His gaze swept intently over every corner of the cell.

The expression is calm and serious.

The jailer bowed his head and opened the door to his cell.

"Lorraine Vick, please come out." The knight at the head spoke, his voice loud and powerful.

It seems that this army is well-trained and extremely high-quality.

The people inside looked at Lorraine with a variety of eyes.

Apparently there is interest in this.

The knight followed the gaze of the people in the cell.

On the other side of the cell, there was only one person.

The man in the corner moved slowly.

Then look up.

A beautiful face, but between the eyebrows, but full of heroism.

The man stood up slowly.

It's a boy.

But twenty years old.

Although the clothes were tattered, the hair was messy, and the face was dirty.

However, his expression was not flustered at all.

This made the knight at the head a little appreciative.

But it was only a little untraceable, and it soon returned to its former solemnity.

The knight at the head beckoned: "Take it away." ”

Lorraine threw the electric baton in her hand to the system and walked out with her head down.

Walk down long, empty aisles.

The stiff military boots of the knights stepped on the icy floor, making a crisp and powerful footstep.

As people walked by, there was a hint of wind, and the shadows of torches jumped on the walls, occasionally making a slight sizzling sound.

"Where are you taking me?" Lorraine followed the knight and took the opportunity to ask.

However, no one answered.

The knights' black hard boots stepped on the stone steps behind the door.

It landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

The flames reflected the grim faces of the knights, and the armed belts around their waists revealed a sense of neatness.

A majesty.

The knight at the head pushed open the door and strode out.

Lorraine didn't ask again.

Lorraine was put in another cell.

He was the only one.

But the environment is no better than before.

"Let's go and meet the Commander-in-Chief." Closing the door, Lorraine faintly heard this.

The cell alone should be even quieter than it was just now.

However, not far away, the sound of drinking and carnival sounded.

The Empire is known for its enjoyment of life, and on the return of almost every battle, a party is held to celebrate and have fun.

But the people of the empire are also notoriously arrogant and uninhibited.

This has to do with the strength of their empire.