Al looked at the cold, hard and dark cell without saying a word, and even a confident person like him couldn't help but be scared in his heart at this time.

"What's the matter, little one, are you scared again when you get here?", the referee's voice rang out.

Al hesitated for a moment, but walked into the black cell, he stared into the eyes of the chief referee, and said solemnly: "You just said that I would be locked up here for the rest of my life, but you are wrong. I'll be out of this black cell in a few moments, I promise. ”

The referee smiled slightly, "When you really do it, let's talk about this kind of big thing, little one." As he spoke, he slammed the iron door shut.

Suddenly, Al fell into complete darkness, and even the faint light in the referee's hand disappeared completely.

Al listened to the sound of the key turning in the keyhole, as if a condemned prisoner was forced to listen to the judge's judgment before his execution.

As if to dispel the fear in his heart, Al cried out, "Chief Judge, why don't you pronounce the sentence in the name of God when you judge me? ”

After a while, just when Al thought that the chief referee had already left, the voice of the chief referee came from outside the iron gate, "You are the second person to ask me this question." After saying that, no more sound came.

"Hey, who was the first to say that, and what's your answer?", Al shouted. But no more sound sounded, and after a long time, Al finally confirmed that the referee had left.

"I'm going to say something anyway. Al, muttered. He tried to sense the elements, only to find that no matter how much he concentrated, no few elements gathered in response to his call.

"It's a black prison for mages. Al thought with a wry smile, wondering if he could unleash a fire magic or two to emit a light of light.

Al tried to use his hands instead of his eyes, groping his way through the black cell. However, all that was touched was cold, and even the ground was not dirt or stone, but also hard and unbreakable metal.

"The defenses are so tight that even the usual means of digging tunnels are useless. Al was a little stunned to think that the black prison was like a square box made of metal, enclosing the prisoner in its entirety.

"The court has money, and it's a waste to use it to hold prisoners. "No tables, no stools, nothing." ”

After fumbling for a while, Al finally found something that resembled a bed, cold and hard metal. Al didn't have to lie down, he could think of sleeping in this kind of bed, it was never a comfortable taste.

"What, is this the latest torture device developed by the Inquisition?", Al complained.

What relieved him was that there was still some hay on the bed, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to sleep. He lay on the bed, feeling that after a while the bones in his body were protesting against him, and he even had a kind of auditory hallucinations that his body was "crunching".

However, in a short time, the feeling of loneliness dissipated all physical pain and began to slowly erode Al's body and mind. In a world where there is no light, no sound, no response, Al even has the illusion that even time has frozen.

Along with the solidification of his emotions and feelings, his mind and his thinking, Al even felt like his brain was rusty after lying down for a while.

"That's not going to work. Al sat up suddenly, he remembered the vengeful count in "The Vengeance of Monte Cristo", and hurriedly rushed to the wall, kicking the metal wall with his foot, making a "dangdang" sound. After a while he listened, listening attentively.

However, there was no sound, and there was no response.

After trying this several times, Al finally gave up reluctantly, "Sure enough, no, there won't be a kind priest who is being locked up next door, and there is no miscalculation and digging the wrong tunnel." ”

He measured the size of the cell with his feet, guessed the varieties of metal with his hands, and tried his best to remember and think. Al tried not to let himself stop, for he had become aware that he was about to fight a powerful, lonely enemy.

Al didn't know what the odds were, but he knew he had to keep fighting, not surrender, and never lose.

......

Just as Al was tasting loneliness in the Black Cell, the news of Marquis Al Edward's arrest by the Holy Inquisition once again caused a hurricane in Radiant City. Just like the news of the rebellion of the eldest prince, many people were caught off guard and even panicked.

And because of the Westside Trading House, even the civilians at the bottom of Shenghui City were discussing the news, such as in this noisy tavern in the Helivan district.

Loud and laughing and noisy drinkers, strange aromas of large quantities of inferior spices and unknown meats, and maids who always show large areas of skin, constantly throwing winks, or screaming loudly because they have been touched by a groping pig's hand.

Without a doubt, this is the most ordinary and common civilian bar. The unit of consumption is copper, and if you can pull out a few shiny silver coins, congratulations, those warm and unpretentious maids will be happy to accompany you on a wonderful evening.

"It's such a good place, you should relax a little more, dear Caspos. Just in front of the bar, a drunken young man yelled at a man next to him. Unlike the drunk, his companion frowned, and he didn't move the large glass of wine in front of him.

"Legion...... Gavin, this is not the place you should be, and if you let the people there know, you will definitely be punished severely. It's unbelievable, as a ...... You're here for your kind of identity. Caspos said to the drunken man with some indignation.

"Caspos, you're too old-fashioned, this is the real good place. That's where you forget the damned commandments. As he spoke, the drunken man whistled at the maid who was walking by, "The Holy Mountain recorded in the holy scriptures is under that skirt." ”

"You...... How can you utter such blasphemous words. Caspos growled.

"Take it easy, take it easy, Caspos. Shouldn't we celebrate that we've finally returned to Shenghui City after such a long time?", the drunkard seemed to be really drunk, and he took out another handful of copper from his money bag and shouted, "Boss, have another drink." ”

And his companions looked like they were going mad.