The green feather in Chrissy's hand quickly burned out, and the time was short, just enough for her to see the inmates on her side clearly, and she couldn't even figure out what kind of environment she was in.

However, she guessed that she was in a black prison in the Holy See. She was very knowledgeable, and she thought that she knew enough about the Holy See, but when she was really locked in a dark prison with her wings broken, she could intuitively feel the essence of the Holy See.

I don't know where it is, and Chrissy Town can't even confirm that she's still on the border of the Holy Land Harbor. It was isolated from the outside world, unable to use all magic, and the brightest light of the day was only a candle held by the caretaker when delivering food, and the range illuminated was only a meter in radius, not enough to match the light of her burning wings.

Being able to see the inmates beside you clearly is already considered happy, and in such loneliness and darkness is enough to drive a normal human with a little less perseverance crazy.

Fortunately, Chrissy is not a normal human, she is an elf who was born with a peaceful state of mind.

Her cellmate, Mr. Edward, the former bishop of the Holy See, was naturally not an ordinary person.

The prisoners in the black prison are all opposing to the Holy See, and they have not been killed for the time being, but they just want to get more secrets or benefits from the prisoners. Neither as distinguished guests, but also as heretics or blasphemers, the prisoners are no longer eligible for equality under the rule of the God of Light...... There is no need to think about the treatment of milk and white bread for three meals a day, Chrissy was seriously injured, and after a short period of soberness, the whole person was burned in a daze, and she had no intention of counting the time.

In the confusion, she could only feel the brief light every once in a while, and the sound of footsteps from far and near, placing a bowl of something in front of her, and the footsteps slowly drifted away until they disappeared, and the whole cell fell into darkness and silence again.

I don't know how many times the light was repeated, and the burned Chrissy Town finally survived the early stage of the deterioration of the trauma with the strength of the elves than human mages with the stronger physique of the elves than human mages, and really woke up.

The chained wings are still in great pain, and if they are not effectively treated, the injuries of the elven wings will worsen, and even if there is a good potion in the future, it may leave an incurable sequelae.

Chrissy understood the state of her body and couldn't help but hate it. That's right, as Charles said, she is not only a space magician, but also a rare green elf in the elf race, she doesn't have to rely on acquired cultivation like other elves, she was born with a pair of wings, and she is the most noble one of the elf bloodline...... So the clan is very tolerant of her, from childhood to adulthood, Chrissy has whatever she wants, even if she violates the rules of the elf clan and likes to mingle in human society, the elders of the clan have also turned a blind eye and acquiesced to her after repeated persuasions.

Not only that, but she can also call on the resources that her people have worked hard to manage for thousands of years, once thought that she was omnipotent, but now she has planted such a big heel!

"Ahem......"

As soon as she remembered Charles's disdain for her at that time, Chrissy became furious, and her heart turned into a violent cough. After coughing for a long time and spitting out a mouthful of bloodshot dry phlegm, Chrissy realized that her throat was so thirsty that it was like someone was roasting with a torch.

She crawled and fumbled, and felt a few round things not far in front of her. When I took it and smelled it, it was actually a few black breads that had hardened.

In a fit of rage, she threw away the black bread, unable to distinguish in the dark, but accidentally knocked over the clay pot beside her.

The sound of the "gurgling" water came to her ears, and Chrissy felt sorry for it, but her keen sense of smell could smell the water because she didn't know how long it had been placed.

She felt like her throat was on fire!

"You don't value the food, you want to eat the black bread again, you want to drink the unclean water again, but you have to wait one more day. If you don't eat, drink, or starve for a day, you won't die of hunger, and for two days...... Wait for half a month to die here, and the rats and bugs will come out of the corner and eat your skinny and shriveled corpse, oh, those cute little things won't dislike you for having too little meat, they will bite through the skin of people, eat the meat first, gnaw until the bone, and finally burrow into your bones to suck your marrow ......"

The calm male voice told the truth, his voice did not rise and fall, and such a disgusting scene was told by him, and there was even a sense of pity that could not be ignored.

I just don't know if he is pitiing Chrissy Town for starving to death in half a month, or for the rats and bedbugs living in the black prison, who will have to wait another half a month to have a full meal.

Chrissy was retching before she could finish listening, but unfortunately her stomach was empty and she didn't vomit anything. Half-propped up after retching, she sneered at the end of the railing:

"You are also the famous Innocent Bishop of the Continent, and now you are in a filthy place, you can still live so calmly, it is really amazing!"

He couldn't discern in the dark, but Edward was blind, and there was no difference between light and darkness to him. Hearing Chrissy's ridicule, he tilted his ears, blinked with unfocused eyes, and actually laughed:

"Oh, so you know me. I'm naturally amazing, so I can live well, even if you die one day, maybe I'll still be alive. ”

After saying this, Edward was silent. After a while, Chrissy heard the sound of chewing next door, presumably the former bishop eating the black bread that was as hard as a stone.

Edward ate very slowly, and the black bread was as hard as a stone, and if he didn't chew it finely, the mage who had lost his magic would not be able to digest it in his weak stomach.

After eating the black bread, Edward drank the unclean water from the clay pot without wasting any of it.

Listening to the sound of Suosuo eating next door, Chrissy's mouth was not only dry, but her empty stomach also began to hurt. She regretted her sarcastic remarks at this time, and only thought that Edward could still talk to her after eating, and that someone to talk to always divert the discomfort of hunger and thirst.

But after her cellmate finished eating the black bread, he fell into silence, and he spared his words like gold, and never spoke again.

Chrissy's wings were locked from behind, and she could only keep her lying on the ground, the moisture of the ground eroded her body, and after a while she began to shiver, the cold cut her limbs and body like a knife, and she soon felt that hunger and thirst were nothing more difficult than they were now.

"Hey, why don't you talk? I heard that you were locked up because you didn't make it to the road of judgment, do you think the Holy See will let you out...... Or, if you really took refuge in the Dark Council, as rumored, will they send someone to save you? ”

The cold made Chrissy tremble, and she slurred her words and almost exhausted all her strength.

However, her words obviously touched Edward, and the other party was also a little surprised: "...... You know a lot, no wonder you have to be locked up by the Holy See. You are a heretic, and you have a lot of history, and it was the right decision for Luther Moses to keep you here. ”

Although Edward took care of her, his words almost made Chrissy vomit blood in anger.

She wondered if Edward had gone mad after a major stimulus, and how much better off he was than she was at this time? However, he still has the tone of a bishop of the Holy See, agreeing that the Holy See will put himself in a black prison.

Chrissy was about to sneer at each other, when Edward's cool voice sounded again in the dark: "There is still one day when the guards distribute food again, if I were you, I would definitely talk less and sleep more to conserve my strength...... Although the green elves have a strong physique, there are many elves who have died in this black prison, so be quiet, elves. ”

"You're not ...... blind"

She could see the next door by the light, but Edward next door couldn't see, how did she know that she was an elf? The mage's magic source was banned, and his six senses dropped sharply, and it was impossible for him to know the situation next door.

"The eye will only blind and deceive you, I don't use it to see things now, the world is clearer."

Edward dropped this sentence, and no matter how provocative Chrissy was to provoke, he really didn't say anything more.

Chrissy couldn't either, and the drastic depletion of her physical strength made it impossible for her to continue to play Edward's tone, and she followed the example of the other party, lying quietly on the ground to recuperate.

The cold is eroding, and Chrissy is in unspeakable pain. She also faintly regretted at this time, if she hadn't left her clan, she would definitely live a carefree life in the forest where people are extremely rare.

The purest mountain spring water is only for her to clean her hands, and she only eats the sweetest sip of the freshest and most delicious fruit. Bees make sweet honey, and the dew on the stamens is enough to drink it all in one gulp...... Those days are carefree, but why? Obviously, the elves are such a peaceful race, not to mention being enemies of humans, even the animals in the forest they can't bear to hurt. It is because of their individual strength and the unity of their races that cannot be matched by human beings, that if the Holy See wants to rule this continent, they will be slaughtered and driven out!

Loving nature and being forced to hide deep in the forest are two completely different concepts.

As soon as Chrissy thought of this, those regrets were gone. Without contact with human society, she will never be able to know the weaknesses of human beings. Charles is indeed very powerful, and it is not a shame for him to be planted in his hands, but this also shows the power of space magic, and shows that the path she chose is not wrong.

The stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat in his character, now that he is riddled with hunger and cold, he has become the belief that supports Chrissy.

She can't die here, and if she does, all these years of persistence will be a ridiculous failure, and she wants the elves...... can be upright, unrestrained, walking on the mainland, not being hunted down, not being coveted.

"Elf, wake up......"

Who's calling her, is it Mom? No, it's obviously a man's voice, isn't it the Great Elder?

Chrissy struggled to open her eyes.

The dim candle flame was shining, little by little, like fireflies flying in the forest. This is not a forest, there is no mother, there is no great elder, and the person who calls her is the "innocent bishop" who is extremely hypocritical.

It wasn't the tail of the firefly that flashed, it was the caretaker who came to hand out food with a candlestick in his hand, a bucket and a basket.

With a sad and joyless face, his steps dragged and he was silent and threw the black bread into the cell, and used a long wooden spoon to fill each cell.

He didn't care about the black old dirt on the wooden spoon, no wonder the water in the clay pot would stink if left a little.

When the wooden spoon reached into the railing, Chrissy grabbed the long handle of the spoon with all the strength gathered in her body:

“…… What is it to keep my eyes on this, to call someone to me, and if the priest of Moses is not available, any one of them will do! ”

Chrissy struggled to finish speaking, but found that the caretaker was still expressionless, and with a single effort of his wrist, he withdrew the spoon from her hand.

He shuffled his heavy steps to the next cell, and Chrissy's eyes reddened.

"He can't hear and he can't speak, so don't waste your energy."

The bishop kindly reminded him, and Chrissy fell to the ground, and he really couldn't even lift up a trace of strength.

The footsteps of the caretaker were gone, the candle flame flew away like a firefly, and the world of Chrissy soon fell into endless darkness again