"Haha, Trelinka, hurry up, hasn't Her Royal Highness the delicate princess forgotten how to walk."

After the old soldier Bei Ge'an left, several soldiers approached Trelinka's side and teased, and one of the soldiers pushed and touched Trerinka's waist.

The soldier turned to his companion behind him and laughed and said:

"Hahaha, I really deserve to be Her Royal Highness the Princess, the body maintenance is good, isn't it ............"

But he was halfway through his words before he was dumbfounded, for he saw Trelinka turn her head and gaze at him indifferently with her dead eyes that had no luster at her.

I don't know why, it's clear that the current Trelinka is just an ordinary person who has lost his fighting spirit, but this fourth-level apprentice-level warrior still can't help but feel chills, he feels that he has never seen such a terrifying look in his life, the kind of dead silence and indifference that goes deep into the bone marrow is more terrifying than a ghoul he has once encountered.

The warrior who had been taking advantage of the situation just now shivered involuntarily, and instead of laughing teasingly, he pushed Trelinka hard with fear on his face.

Undaunted by her vindictiveness, Trelinka fell to the ground, her head hitting the eaves of the door, drops of blood streaming down her white face.

But the injured Trelinka didn't make a sound, she seemed to stand up without feeling, completely ignoring the blood flowing from her head and walked out of the doorway, because Patriarch Doran had visited the castle with Trelinka, so she knew where the dungeon of the Green Vine family was.

On this night, the castle of the Green Vine Family was filled with a solemn atmosphere that could not be told, but the maids in the huge Green Vine Castle were unprecedentedly rare, in fact, except for a few loyal old servants who had followed the Green Vine Family for several generations, hundreds of other maids, including the cook, had been dismissed, so now the Green Vine City bag was not only empty but also extremely lifeless.

Walking up the stairs of the castle to the dungeon beneath the castle, neither the soldiers escorting Trelinka nor the surrounding guards said a word, except for the sound of the huge iron door being opened and echoing through the empty dungeon.

If a new prisoner is escorted into the dungeon, the other prisoners in the dungeon will make a loud noise, and a large number of meat jokes that can't be collected on weekdays will appear like a blowout in the air filthy cages, especially when the prisoner is a beautiful girl, at least for a few days, the sound of the prisoners banging on the iron fence will not stop.

But today, there was not a sound in the entire dungeon, and the cages that usually stuffed at least a dozen prisoners were now empty, except for the large blood stains on the haystacks inside, which seemed to explain the unusual silence.

But neither the guards of the dungeon nor the soldiers escorting Trelinka, including Trelinka, who was about to be imprisoned in the dungeon, paid no attention to the smell of blood in the air.

A few soldiers nudged Trelinka to a relatively tidy cell, and without saying a word, one of the guards took out a large key that had been prepared and opened the rusty iron cable.

"Whoa!"

With the sound of chains being picked up, the iron door made of solid iron rods slowly opened, and Trelinka was pushed by the guards into the small cell that could barely lie down, and she accidentally fell on the dry grass on the ground, and the sharp blades of grass in the haystack soon scratched several small wounds on Thererinka's delicate hands.

Behind her, the guards had closed the iron door again. The arm-thick iron fence was wrapped around the pitch-black iron chains, and the two guards stood meticulously at the door of the cell, not showing the slightest intention of leaving.

Trelinka, who had lost the protection of her fighting spirit, shivered with cold, but she didn't say anything, she just slowly crawled to the corner of the cell, and shrunk into a small ball in that small corner.

"Maybe............ Death is my only destination......

Thererinka thought.

The coldness of despair devoured the girl's body temperature little by little, the flickering candle flame in the dungeon could not bring the slightest warmth, and the unattainable "hope" was like the flickering firelight, which only existed in the unreachable place, could not be touched at all, and would not reach in front of him............

Trelinka stared at the candle outside the cell with sapphire eyes in confusion, the little flame burned in the darkness little by little, she seemed to see the little bit of faint fire slowly amplified in front of her eyes, and the warmth of the long-lost boudoir like being in the palace boudoir was also reaching her little by little.

"This ...... Is it a hallucination, or is it my imagination?"

At some point, Trelinka had already stood up, and in front of her floated a small palm-sized fireball, the brilliance of which was not scorching but warm like the afternoon sun, and the golden light sprinkled the entire cell, and even the heavy walls took on a translucent white color in the penetrating light.

The glow of the small fireball illuminated more than one cell, in fact, every brick and stone in the entire dungeon was as bright as day in this somewhat peculiar penetrating light, but strangely enough, all the soldiers, including the guards who were in high spirits, were oblivious to this strange light, and even when it shone directly on their faces, they did not feel it at all.

It seems that only Trelinka can see this glow in the entire dungeon, and all other "unrelated personnel" are forcibly "turned a blind eye".

Looking at the small fireball in front of her, Trelinka instinctively knew that it would not hurt herself, she reached out and gently picked up the shrinking fireball, and as Trelinka's hands closed, the flames on the small fireball slowly extinguished.

In the end, there was only a white crystal ball in the palm of Trelinka's hand, and after the flame was extinguished, a pale golden tissue paper full of metallic texture slowly appeared next to this small sphere, and at the same time, a reserved message was also transmitted along Trelinka's spirit.

An old, hoarse voice echoed in Trelinka's mind:

"Her Royal Highness Princess Trelika, the last member of the Dylan royal family, yes, when you get this ball, the kingdom of Dylan is already in name only...... I am a message from Sangus, and the Protector Archmage named Sanger has disappeared into the dust............ Everything you choose from here will be up to you............"