"Wait!"

As soon as the prison guard pushed the meal in, a loud voice came from behind him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although he didn't know who the person who spoke was, his long-term work experience allowed him to judge the identity of the other party's superior from the other party's tone at the first time. So, he immediately dragged the meal out. When I turned my head to look, I saw an old man with a majestic instrument pacing. He hurriedly lowered his hands and bowed his head in salute, looking respectful.

The old man only glanced at the food, and then ordered, "Call the chef who handles it." ”

"Yes." The guard nodded in response, then returned to the kitchen and brought the cook who had prepared the meal with him.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" Halfway through, the chef asked with a stunned look on his face.

"Don't be verbose, come with me." The prison guard said with a straight face.

After arriving at the scene, the chef couldn't help but swallow as he looked at the serious old man and the food on the ground.

"Eat it." The old man's sharp gaze swept over the chef, and then he turned his hands behind his back and said lightly.

The cook's face was red and white, and cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

"Eat." The old man ordered again, not loud, but like a muffled thunder that was about to explode, which made people tremble.

The chef suddenly slumped to the ground, pleading with tears in his eyes, "Big ...... My lord...... Spare your life......"

"Don't say it, eat it, or ......" The old man's eyes narrowed, and a cold light burst out.

The cook froze for a moment, then exhaled heavily, resigned himself to the meal, and began to eat it in a big gulp. He knew in his heart that the other party didn't want to know the story behind him. But when it comes to this level, the deeper the investigation, the more trouble there will be. So the other party simply turned a blind eye, and the matter ended here, and his family would not be implicated.

Halfway through eating, the chef spat blood from his mouth and whimpered for his life.

"From today onwards, all his meals will be in charge of the warden's kitchen, and anyone who brings him water and food without permission will be killed." The old man faced the prison guard and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." The prison guard immediately trotted away.

About half an hour later, a new meal was pushed into the cell by the old man himself.

Hearing the movement, the iron slag curled up on the small bed slowly opened his eyes, rolled his eyeballs, glanced at the food on the ground, and slowly closed his eyes. He had no appetite to eat, he only felt weak and did not even want to move.

Three days later......

In the morning, in the office on the top floor of the castle, the warden was looking at the three old men with a sad face.

"He doesn't eat or drink, and he'll die soon." The warden said with a frown.

"Hmm......", "Hmm......" and "Alas......" The three old men shook their heads helplessly, all of them looking sad.

"He's dead, and we'll all have to be buried together, so you should think of a way." The warden said anxiously.

"Hmm......", "Hmm......" and "Alas......" the three old men are the same as before.

"Forget it, let the doctor give him glucose, how long can it last." The warden said.

Seven days later......

A small flying machine painted with the Bauhinia logo and the words "Princess Mansion, Sparrowhawk I" flew from the south and landed lightly on the highest platform of the castle. As early as half an hour ago, the warden was dressed and waiting for the arrival of the VIPs on the platform.

"Sneer......"

With a long deflated sound, Sparrowhawk One's hatch slowly opened upwards. A tall woman in a light-colored professional dress with a white rose on her chest stepped down. She has distinct facial features, capable movements, and dignified manners, and between those expectations, there is a natural tranquility and calmness from the heart. Her eyes, smiles, words and deeds seem to interpret the temperament of a classical lady.

"Welcome, Ms. Green." The warden stepped forward quickly and bowed in greeting.

"Warden Chief, I'm bothering." Eva bowed in return. Since she was much taller than the warden, she bowed slightly when she saluted. And this subtle little action made the warden who was over half a hundred years old show a smile of approval.

It wasn't long before the two arrived in the office, and the warden updated Eva on the situation.

"You mean, he hasn't eaten in ten days?" Eva asked lightly, her fair face was full of emotion, and she couldn't see joy or anger.

"Yes, he's been sleeping in his bed since he's been here, like a ......," the warden hesitated for a moment, then continued, "like a corpse, we can only give him glucose to keep him alive. ”

"Take me to see it." Eva said.

"Yes, my lady." The warden replied.

Moments later, Eva led four maids in lace black dresses to a cell. Looking through the small window above the iron door, a young man with a pale face, unkempt hair, and a scruffy beard was curled up on the bed. There was a faint rancid smell in the air, like eggs that had been broken for a long time.

She looked at him silently and unconsciously clenched her hands. She never thought that the once high-spirited person would fall into such a situation.

After some time, she gradually came to her senses, turned to the maid behind her, and said, "Give him a bath, change his clothes, and bring him to the interrogation room." ”

"Yes." The four maids bowed in unison.

"Squeak...... Creak...... Bang dang! Two stout prison guards twisted the turntable with great difficulty, opening the iron door more than twenty centimeters thick. Then the maids rushed in and packed up.

About half an hour later, after taking a shower, trimming his hair, and shaving his beard, he was sent to the interrogation room. It was a room of thirty square meters, empty and clean, with only a long table and a few chairs, as well as a lamp on the table and three people behind the table.

On the left is a gray-haired, dark-blue suit, a somewhat fat old man, looking at the table in a daze, his eyes a little divergent, as if he was in deep thought. On the right is a handsome young man sitting upright, wearing a senior superintendent's uniform, who is now holding a pen in one hand and pressing the other hand against an open notebook, staring earnestly at the paper in front of him, as if he is sitting upright, ready to take notes. And in the middle is a woman with a long neck and an elegant sitting posture.

At the watch's behalf, Iron Slag sat down on a chair across from the long table. Through the faint light, he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Name?" After the prison guard left, she raised her head, looked at him, and asked with a blank face.

"What?" Iron Slag frowned slightly, and asked in a weak voice.

"Your name." She reminded.

Iron Slag narrowed his eyes, looked at her for a moment, and suddenly grinned and said, "The one who you." ”

"Smack!" The young superintendent was stunned, and the pen fell on his notebook.

"Uh......" The warden who was in a daze seemed to be choked.

Eva's face turned red suddenly, then she regained her composure, glanced left and right, and said lightly, "You guys go down first." ”

The young superintendent immediately put away his pen, closed his notebook, and then bowed slightly, and quickly left the interrogation room, while the warden followed as if fleeing.

"What's your name!" Eva asked in a deep voice.

"Whoever you alive." He put away his smile and said seriously.

"How dare you say it again!" Eva raised her eyebrows, pulled out the pistol at her waist, and walked towards him step by step with a frosty face.

Iron Slag didn't answer, just smiled contemptuously. The next second, Eva Green fired.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

After seven rounds of ammunition, all the cameras in the interrogation room were discarded, and they were emitting green smoke and a thin sound of electricity. Then, she spread her thighs and sat on top of him.

"Proud little man, do you still dare to come?" Eva said defiantly.

Iron Slag didn't say a word, and responded directly to her with actions.

Twenty minutes later......

"You...... Aren't you dying? Why are you so energetic......" she bit her lip and curled his neck in disgust.

"Get me out of here." Iron slag wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear.

"What should I do if I let you go?" Eva asked, putting her arm around his shoulder, nudging it away, then looking him in the eye.

"Come with me and be my military commander." Iron Slag said.

"What a ruthless little man, wouldn't the princess be angry if she knew." Eva said with a smile.

"She's unkind, I'm unjust, what's wrong?" Iron Slag asked rhetorically.

"Okay......" Eva sighed and said, "Even if I'm willing to go with you, what about our Grimm family?" How should my father and mother deal with the people around them? ”

Iron Slag was silent, he was an orphan, and he always looked at problems simply and without concern.

"I'm sorry, I made it simple." After a long time, he took a deep breath and said sincerely.

"Please don't say I'm sorry......," she stretched out her index finger, gently put it on his mouth, and said softly, "You are not sorry for anyone, if you really love you, you should love like a moth to a fire, but unfortunately I can't." ”

Iron Slag didn't say anything, just gently stroked her back.

Perhaps, this is the so-called fate......

"Eat, okay? There is hope for survival. Eva wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered reassurance.

"I ...... I feel so tired......" Iron Slag said weakly. For a moment, he seemed to be back in the state of the walking dead.

For the eagle that soars for nine days, the loss of freedom is the loss of life.

"The princess will be here in two days, you ...... A little better...... Perhaps......" Eva said on and off, knowing that it was impossible to get him to change his mind.

As expected, Iron Slag shook his head. Eva sighed faintly and stood up from him.

"Iron Slag Norses, I'm going to have my twenty-sixth birthday soon......" she said slowly, turning around and walking towards the door, "and on that day, many, many people will come to the door to ......"

"Maybe it won't be long before Kotoshin, Chizuru, Kerr, and even the princess will face this problem......"

"You really ......"

"Have you figured it out?"

The cold voice gradually faded away, but it lingered in my heart and could not be dispersed for a long time.

After returning to the cell, Iron Slag held his head and pondered for a long time, and finally sighed, picked up the food on the ground, and ate slowly.