In the dungeon of the Lord's Palace.

It's dark here, and there's a smell of dampness and filth all the time, and it doesn't take long for those who have made mistakes to be locked up in this place, just a few days, and even the toughest men will have to give in.

It is said that no one can survive a month in a dungeon.

Not many people died here, but there were many people who were completely frightened here, the stench, dark, damp, extremely bad environment, eating, drinking, and Lazar were all in a small space, only a small window leading to the outside, which could transmit a faint sunlight every day, and the food was also moldy bread and muddy cold water, and it was a rare meal to meet a mouse.

Now that winter is in place, the dungeon is even colder, and the sewage on the ground has formed a layer of ice.

Jacob leaned on the wall and slowly got up, and wrapped himself in the old leather coat, which was given to him by the prisoner who was locked up in the winter last year when he was leaving, and the prisoner was not a good person, but he also felt his pity, he was still imprisoned in the summer, but the first snow fell, he was still locked here, looking at the corner where Jacob was trembling, the prisoner really couldn't see it, so he kindly left his clothes.

Thanks to this dress, Jacob was not frozen to death by the ghost weather where the mud and sewage on the floor of the cellar cell were frozen, Jacob straightened his weak body, and took a hard breath of cold but fresh air into the small window above the cell, and the faint sunlight that penetrated in made his eyes squint after a long absence.

There was no expression to be seen on his dirty and emaciated face, as if he had despaired and numb, but there was a vague lack of other emotions in it, he picked up a sharp stone from the ground, and carved one on the wall with all his might, and now in front of him were the marks that he had drawn one after another, one representing a day, densely packed, a total of two hundred and eighty-one.

This represents more than nine months.

It's been more than nine months since I was locked up in a dungeon.

Since they were in the lord's kitchen, Ye Trai and they escaped with Miss Windsor, and Jacob, who had something to do with Ye Trai, was immediately arrested, and Jacob was peeling potatoes in the warehouse at that time, and it was for this reason that he did not participate in the plan to kidnap Miss Windsor, but even so, a bitter meal was inevitable for him, and several lord guards beat him hard, whipped him a few times, and wanted to ask something from him, but unfortunately he had nothing to say.

At that time, he was quite clear in his heart, either the lord's mansion killed him in a fit of rage, or let him go, because he had no intimate relationship with Ye Trai and them, and he was also deceived by Ye Trai and them.

Even less was known about their plan to kidnap Miss Windsor.

But to his astonishment, he was imprisoned in a dungeon ever since, and no one beat him or interrogated him again, as if he had completely forgotten his existence and wanted to let him rot to death in the dungeon.

This place is worse than the streets of the poor area.

In winter, it was even more unbearable, and several times he was sick and feverish, and he felt that he was going to die in this dungeon, but in the end he survived.

He didn't know what the reason for his survival was because of his stubborn will? He never felt that he had that thing, when he was a child, he wanted to become a magister, at least a strong swordsman, but at the age of sixteen, he was found to have no talent for a mage, and to become a swordsman requires hard training, so he gave up this dream after a few days of practice.

He felt that he had better be his cook quietly......

Or is it because he's still looking forward to getting out of here alive?

But after nine months of imprisonment, he was almost hopeless, and the lord had probably forgotten him, and the only connection he had with this world was the half-deaf and half-dumb jailer.

I came to deliver some food every day, but I didn't have a good face, and my mouth was muttering, "Why don't you die yet?" and "If you die early, you will be freed sooner, and the demons of hell don't want to suffer this sin." These words were first heard in the ear, but slowly they felt a little more cordial.

Because there are so few opportunities for him to speak and listen to people.

Occasionally, the prisoners who were caught would be locked up with him, or next to him, and those were thieves, murderers, and even murderers who were about to be hanged, and he would always be happy to talk to them, and even if they beat and scolded him, he could show the most kind smile.

It's a pity that it's about the reason that the weather is too cold now, and it's not even good for those crimes to come out and commit crimes, and there is no one to scold him, so lonely......

Jacob dragged his tired body and continued to walk into the corner, squatting down with his arms crossed, his body couldn't help but shiver, and he began to think about what was the reason for keeping him going until now.

He looked at the faint glimmer of light from the small window, and a nervous smile suddenly appeared on his dirty face.

By the way, he remembered, it was hatred.

It wasn't hatred for them - well, he was a little unhappy that they left like that, leaving him to suffer here, but he was sure they didn't mean to.

He hates the head chef!

After more than two months of being imprisoned, he finally realized why he had neither been killed nor released.

At that time, the figure of the head chef appeared outside the cell, and the short and fat man covered his mouth with a silk scarf, and his disgusting face told Jacob about his insidious intentions: he was angry with Jacob and attracted Ye Chui's people, because Ye Chui and those people he was scolded by the lord, he can't afford to provoke Ye Chui, but can't he provoke you, a little person?

So he bribed the dungeon's jailers to keep Jacob in prison until his bones rotted and he died here!

Jacob is just a little guy from the slums, who cares if he lives or dies?

If......

If only I could get out.

I'm going to kill him!

I don't know when this persistent thought began to take root in Jacob's heart, and then sustained him until now.

He is not a short-tempered person, he has a kind and gentle personality, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have blood!

Jacob clenched his fists hard in the cold, and the kind people were quietly changing in this cold and dirty place......

The sound of a clang, a key turning.

Then there are the footsteps.

Doesn't sound like a man, Jacob turned his head to look outside the prison, and he saw that the man who came was an old jailer, and a stocky man, the head cook.

The head chef didn't cover his mouth with a silk scarf this time to stop the cold and foul smell in the dungeon, and even with a smile on his face, sweat the size of beans was pouring out on his smooth forehead.

"Oh, Jacob, are you okay? You're really suffering, it's all my fault, I've been so busy these days that I forgot about you, the curse of the Demon Emperor, it's really my sin......"

Humble, trembling words came out of the head cook's mouth, and he told the jailer to hurry open the cells, and walked in himself, took Jacob's arm, and carried him out of the cell.

In the next few years, Jacob finally left the dungeon where he had been locked up for more than half a year, and he was sent to a luxuriously decorated room, where he took a warm bath, swept away the mess, and changed into a clean and warm silk cotton coat, he still looked thin but much more energetic.

During this process, the head chef kept saying something in his ear, roughly telling him not to mind being imprisoned for more than half a year, and the head chef was willing to give half of his property to appease Jacob's anger, which was thousands of gold coins, enough to buy a nice house in the rich area of Wind Rock City......

Jacob listened calmly, with some doubts in his heart, but his expression was very calm, he hadn't said a word since he left the dungeon, and there was no joy on his face, but he vaguely guessed something.

Then his suspicion was confirmed, and he was taken to the banquet hall of the Lord's Mansion with the sweaty, trembling chef under the leadership of the Grand Butler of the Lord's Mansion.

It's morning, but the banquet hall is bustling with activity.

Of course, Jacob still instantly sensed a bit of weirdness in the atmosphere......

A dark-skinned teenage girl is sitting on a table munching on a ham.

Can you still eat on the table?

The noble Lord Kevin sat not far away, looking at the girl sitting cross-legged on the table and eating a lot, and he could only have a somewhat helpless wry smile on his face.

He also saw Grimm, Lessa, the Four Princes, and, of course, Ye Chui, who was sitting at the top talking to an old man whom Jacob did not know, and who should have been very honorable, because Jacob could see the humility on Lord Kevin's face when he faced him.

Jacob's appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the banquet hall.

Green, Ye Chui, and Lesa hurriedly stood up.

Jacob could see the joy on their faces, which made Jacob's calm face twitch slightly, and his heart seemed to feel some warmth, and there was another strong emotion that was growing.

He didn't know what happened to Ye Trai and his party, but he could know that Ye Trai was now being treated as a guest by the lord.

So what else is there to say?

He turned and looked at the head chef.

"Jacob......" The head chef's fat face twitched, and his eyes were a little pleading and flattering.

Jacob lifted his kick and kicked over: "Fuck you, you disgusting ball......"

The hoarse stinking sound of swearing came out incessantly, it was a foul language that could only be found in the slums, Jacob had never cursed like this before, but now he felt more pleasure than before!

It's just nine months of prison life, which has exhausted almost all of his strength, and the punches and kicks falling on the head chef are actually not lethal, but they still knocked the head chef to the ground, making him scream and beg for mercy.

The chief butler was a little surprised, but did not stop it, and stood by with interest to watch.

At this time, Ye Chui suddenly walked over, and he grabbed Jacob: "Stop!"

Jacob gasped and turned his head to look at Ye Hang, his face was pale and terrible, and there was a hint of abnormal redness.

The head chef saw that Ye Shui persuaded Jacob, his fat face was full of gratitude, and he was busy kowtowing to Ye Tuo: "My lord, I was wrong, I should die, just spare me......"

Jacob's fist was not heavy at all, and the scream he had just made was also a show, just let this kid get angry, the head chef's heart was bright, could it be that he really dared to kill himself directly in front of the lord? He was the head chef appointed by the lord himself! He even made up his mind in his heart, and when Ye Chui and his party left Wind Rock City, he would find an opportunity to kill this kid secretly......

However......

Ye Trai turned around and waved his hand at Green, who immediately understood, summoned the magic guide book, searched for it from the [storage space], and then took out a brick and teleported it to Ye Chui, who handed the brick to Jacob's hand: "How painful it is to punch and kick, use a brick." ”

The head chef's fat face was directly stunned: "......"

Jacob's eyes were full of red light and he took the bricks.

"This brick is enchanted, strong enough, you let go of the fight, and when you are tired, go over there and eat something. Ye Chui patted Jacob's shoulder and said with a smile.

So Jacob took the bricks and looked at the chef frantically.

The head chef hurriedly looked at Lord Kevin for help, but Lord Kevin had already turned his head with the wine glass in his hand.

Bang!

"Ahh