It didn't take long for Dudian to see a towering stone wall fortress, standing at the end of this official road, the fortress was about fifty meters high, the outer wall of the fortress was like a hedgehog's back, full of sharp stone thorns, some of the stone thorns were stained with dried blood, and the dried corpses of monsters were hung. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The scope of this fortress seems to be quite long." Dudian said.

Francis laughed and said, "This is not very long, this fortress encircles the entire central region, and is the first line of defense outside, and the actual length is not comparable to the length of one side of our giant wall." ”

Du Dian frowned and said: "There are so many masters in the inner wall area, there are so many strong people like you, why do you need these fortress defense lines to prevent these beasts in the wilderness?" ”

Francis shrugged and said, "It's always safer to live inside the walls than to be outside the walls." ”

"But inside the wall, the view is blocked, how can you see the vast scenery outside the wall?"

Francis smiled: "This wilderness weeds, what scenery is there, don't look at it." ”

Dudian said indifferently: "What you see is desolation, but what I see is freedom. ”

Francis shrugged his shoulders and rode the snow lion to the Stonewall Fortress, where the standard armored soldiers stationed at the gate saw his costume and mount, and opened the gates of the fortress from a distance to greet them.

The group galloped into the Stonewall Fortress, behind which was a suburb with several military camps and villages.

Dudian said: "I didn't expect that there would be such a desolate village in this central region. ”

Francis smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Du, we don't have the concept of 'village' in the inner wall, the people who live here are the wives and children of the soldiers stationed in the fortress, and these soldiers who have been stationed in the fortress have not been able to return home for a long time, so they have moved their wives and children to live near the fortress, so that they can be with them, and their wives and children can also farm here and take care of each other." ”

Dudian's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't say anything.

After more than half an hour, they came to a towering mountain, and saw the outline of the town on the slope and the foothills, and faintly heard the lively voices of people.

"This is the St. Paul's Hill branch of our monastery, Mr. Du, and we're almost there." Francis said in a loud voice in front.

Dudian silently observed, a town standing on a hill, with scattered buildings and beautiful scenery. Francis did not take Dudian into the town, but walked around the back of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and when he passed a stone gate, two young men in standard armor could be seen standing guard at the gatehouse.

When the two men saw Francis and the others, they immediately saluted respectfully: "See the saints." ”

Francis nodded slightly, entered the mountain gate, and continued up the mountain path, and after a few moments, led Dudian to a large square at the top of the mountain, where he turned over and jumped off the back of the snow lion at the top of the stairs, and walked into the square.

The same was true of the other five saints, and Dudian saw that the snow lion also fell and followed behind.

At the end of the snow-white square is a magnificent monastic building, similar in style to a Western monastery, very different from the ancient Buddhist monasteries, in front of which are two statues of angels.

"This is our major seminary, and there are also minor seminaries and preparatory temples on the mountainside." Francis smiled and introduced Dudian.

Du Di Anxin is a strange, "monastery" institutions originated from Christianity, and are roughly divided into preparatory monasteries and minor convents, as well as major convents, but I didn't expect to follow such a setting here, could it be said that this monastery is inherited from the old era? Otherwise, why are the big and small names exactly the same as in the old days?

When Francis reached the steps, the dawn had just shone and fell on the door of the main hall, which shows that the site of the Grand Seminary was very well chosen.

"Follow me." Francis took Dudian to enter through the side door, which was dimly lit, the wall lamps on the wall were flickering, and inside the side door was a long passage, which had walked more than ten meters and had several forks. Francis chose one to walk, and the more he went, the darker it became, and the two sides were still like secret passages, and after walking for a few minutes, he came across several forks, and he chose one of them to continue walking.

It didn't take long for a spiral staircase to appear in front of the secret passage corridor, and after going down the stairs, there was still a labyrinthine secret passage corridor.

"That's how it's inside your seminary?" Dudian asked, not asking where it was, lest the latter bother to say it and provoke him.

Francis smiled indifferently and said, "The major seminary contains the universe and the world, how can you imagine?" It's just that in your capacity, if you enter the main hall of the seminary, this is a blasphemy against the gods, and what I want to take you to now is the interrogation center, oh, this interrogation center also has another name, called 'Shura Hell', and then you can enjoy it yourself! ”

Dudian frowned.

Continuing down the secret passage, down seven or eight spiral staircases, Du Dian felt that he had come to a hundred meters below the square, and after continuing to walk, he suddenly faintly heard a human voice coming from the front of the secret passage, and as he got closer, the sound became clearer, and it was a terrible scream.

From the fork in the road to the bottom of a secret passage, a clear scream came from outside.

Francis snapped the mechanism, and the chain pulled the iron door and fell up, inside was a prison cell-like place, but much larger than the average prison cell, the walls were covered with all kinds of torture instruments, hooks, iron brushes, whips, etc., in addition to some human skins with hair attached, and at the counter next to it, there were seven or eight glass jars, which were soaked in human heads, tongues, hearts and other organs.

Anyone who suddenly came to such a place would be frightened and their legs would go limp, and the surrounding furnishings and the blood splattered on the walls alone would remind one of how much cruelty had taken place here.

Dudian glanced at it, frowning slightly.

Francis glanced back at Dudian, and seeing that his expression was quite calm, he chuckled lightly and said, "Mr. Du seems to be a person who has seen strong winds and waves. ”

Du Dian said indifferently: "There is no conclusive evidence, I advise you not to torture me." ”

"I thought you weren't afraid." Francis laughed.

Dudian glanced at him indifferently and said, "I just don't want to be touched by fools. ”

Francis chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, "I hope you can maintain this attitude, by the way, it wasn't me who interrogated you, it was the criminal elder of our St. Paul's Hill Monastery." As he spoke, he said to a strong man next to him who was beating the prisoner, "Come here and open the door." ”

This strong man is obese, with a round belly, his upper clothes are off, his bare shoulders are exposed, he is wearing a black plastic mask, he looks like a butcher who kills pigs in the vegetable market, he turned around and took off a bunch of keys on the shelf next to him, and opened an iron door next to him, which was stained with blood and dust, dirty, no wonder Francis would let him open the door.

Dudian glanced at the prisoner who had been hung up and whipped, who had been disheveled, with burns, whip marks, and only half of his fingers and toes, apparently inhumanely tortured.

The door opened, and inside was a passageway.

Francis led Dudian into it, and after walking for a short time, he came to several forks, one of which was much wider than the others, and the oil lamps on the walls were newer, and the damp floor was covered with a wooden floor and a carpet.

In the middle of the passage is a heavy wooden door, scarlet paint, revealing a bit of cold air.

Francis knocked on the door and said, "Francis asks to see you." ”

A moment later, an old voice came from the room, "Come in." ”

Francis pushed the door in, and when he saw the scene inside, the door that was about to be completely open was immediately closed, and he turned to the five saints behind him and said, "Go back first, wait for me outside." ”

The five people behind were slightly stunned, but they did not doubt his order, and nodded and retreated.

Dudian's perspective vision had already seen that there were two rays of heat in the room, the silhouette of a human figure, which were sticking together at the moment, and a realistic picture suddenly appeared in his mind, but this picture was not good-looking, but he was a little surprised when he saw Francis's approach, took a deep look at the back of this saint captain, and followed in.

"Elder." Francis entered the room and bowed respectfully.

When Dudian entered the door, he saw the scene in the room, the floor was covered with soft carpets, the room was extremely spacious, and it was decorated with many works of art, and among these works of art were some snow-white skeletons, and at this moment on a large bed in the room, an old man over seventy years old leaned lightly on the side of the bed, and in his arms was a graceful figure with a hot body that made people bleed.

Dudian's face changed slightly.

This is the penal elder of the monastery?

"This is the little genius of Dudian?" The old man on the bed stretched out his hand, took the glasses handed by the woman who was leaning on like a cat in his arms, put them on, and looked at Du Dian.

Francis bowed his head respectfully, did not squint, only looked at his toes, and said in awe, "Yes." ”

Du Dian was also looking at the old man, and collided with his gaze, and suddenly felt a sense of majesty pressing towards him, although the latter was lying on the bed like a drunken flesh, nephrite on the side, but the eyes were extremely deep, like a bottomless quagmire, like a giant, looking down on himself, can penetrate all the secrets of his heart.

Du Di was secretly frightened, his hair stood up slightly, and his thermal vision could see that the heat on this old man's body was average, no different from ordinary people, but the woman in his arms was like a vigorous fireball, and the heat emitted was more terrifying than Francis in front of him. And such a terrible woman, like a cabaret at the Moulin Rouge, did not care at all about his presence and Francis, and played with the beard on the old man's chin as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.