The days in the dark always pass slowly, and even slower when they are tormented by various diseases.

Arnold doesn't remember how long he's been here, he used to count with hard bread, and then he forgot to count what happened later.

When the old witch knew that his leg injury would be life-threatening, she prepared a potion every day and forced him to drink it, and the pain gradually subsided, and now he was able to sleep peacefully at night.

"Arnold. ”

Sophia's voice came from next door.

His impression of the outside world has become blurred, everything is familiar and everything is very strange, as if the past twenty years or so have been a dream, and being imprisoned in a dungeon is a reality, and now he wakes up from a dream and faces endless darkness and torment.

Luckily, he's not alone.

Sophia illuminates his life in the dark, and every word is like a warm wind passing through his body, carrying the smell of sunshine.

"Arnold, are you awake?" Sophia's voice came again.

"Wake up. He replied briefly, it was the same conversation every day.

In order to eliminate boredom, they talked about their previous lives, Arnold had been revolving around the divine court almost all his life, and daily life was a circle.

Waking up from bed in the morning, having a simple bite to eat, going to the hall to pray, and waiting for the sun to rise to greet the believers who came to pray outside the shrine, this busy work came to the evening, and after a tired day, I lay in bed and waited for the next day to begin.

In contrast, Sophia's life is much more exciting.

She has traveled almost all the streets and alleys of White Mist City, worked in the homes of different rich people, and met many different people.

There were lame cobblers, high-pitched maids who spoke as harshly as knives rubbing against each other, and amusing risters who frequented the banquets of the nobles and the rich, and the whole show made everyone laugh.

Arnold listened carefully, and from Sophia's words, he re-understood the world, it turned out that in addition to the divine court, there are so many interesting places in life.

"Knock knock. ”

There was a noise at the other end of the dungeon.

"We know you're there. Arnold was used to the sudden sound, and the man couldn't speak, so he could only use a stone to knock on the iron fence to show his presence.

There was a voice at the entrance of the passage, and the old witch should be here.

"Who's that man?" Arnold asked, leaning against the iron fence, to the witch, who had not bothered to inquire before, but now that it had been so long, he had to know the names of others, and to be able to have a name when chatting.

"Didn't he say that?" the witch put down the lamp, not answering his question immediately, for to her, identity did not matter, she was just a prisoner.

"He said he was a count. Arnold doesn't believe this, the Count is the ruler of White Mist City, and the witch can easily capture him? In addition, the Earl's disappearance will definitely cause a large-scale search, seeing the witch's calm face, the search has not happened.

"Then call him Count. The witch tinkered with the potion and said casually.

The witch's attitude was too familiar to him, and no matter how much she didn't want to ask, there would be no answer.

The man banged on the iron fence again.

"Be quiet for me, or your hands will be useless. The witch looked back and threatened, her abilities thinking of the ease with which to abolish a man's hand.

The witch takes the potion into the cell.

Arnold drank as he stared at the sign on the witch's chest.

According to the witch, it is a secret of the Holy See, but what secrets can the Holy See need to do so complicated?

"Are you sure this sign is from the Holy See?" Arnold couldn't help but ask, she was willing to reveal it at the time, maybe it had something to do with using herself.

"Why, you don't believe it?" the witch seemed to be in a good mood.

"Since it is related to the secrets of the Holy See, how can you know?" One of the reasons for Arnold's suspicion is the authenticity, the highest level of secrets in the whole country is known only to a few high-ranking members of the Holy See, and a witch can find out?

"Haha, the people of the Holy See may not know more than I do. The witch was confident, and she felt the sign, as if she knew better what the secret was.

The witch said that it was her nature to hide half and half hide, and Arnold could only ask, "So the secret is?"

"You want to know?" said the witch smiled, an evil smile.

"But you don't say it. Arnold was not confused, and if the witch wanted to say, she would have said, "I want to know, if it has anything to do with me?"

If it is really related to himself, he will know in the future, and it is normal to inquire in advance now, so he will not know what the witch's thoughts are.

"It's not about you. The witch's answer was somewhat unexpected.

I am a member of the Holy See, and the witch's brand is also the See's, and there is no connection between the two? Maybe it's just a witch's lie, and the brand is not the Holy See's?

The more Arnold thought about it, the more confused he became, he couldn't tell whether that sentence was true and which one was false, at least for now. The witch said that she had a useful use, but now she didn't make the slightest move, nor did she reveal a hint of a word, which made him even more troubled.

He drank all the rest of the potion, the bitter taste echoing through his throat.

"Ahem. ”

Arnold felt that something was wrong, he raised the medicine bottle, it seemed to be different from the previous medicine, he didn't pay attention to it at first, but now he realized that the taste had changed somewhat, bitter with a pungent taste.

The throat was very uncomfortable, there was a cold sensation, followed by a burst of itching.

"What did you give me to drink?" Arnold fell to the ground, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and that cold seeped directly into the bones, and it was extremely difficult for him to open his hand.

"Arnold, Arnold, what's wrong with you?" Sophia asked anxiously when she heard the anomaly, she was imprisoned on the other side, unable to do anything.

The coldness on Arnold was getting worse and worse, and he felt like he was about to become an iceman.

"Don't worry, it's not going to kill you. The witch took two steps back, and when she saw Arnold with an uncomfortable face, she said, "It's a torturous potion, but it's not fatal."

"Why are you doing this?" Arnold said, cold running through his body, consciousness beginning to blur.

"To teach you a lesson, but also to let you experience. "The witch did not do this on the fly, but as a basis for future action.

"Hmph......" Arnold was speechless, his whole body was uncomfortable, and there was only a hum in his mouth.

The witch crouched down and whispered, "I still have a lot of potions, this is just for you to experience, can you endure this torture once, how many times can Sophia endure it?"

Arnold stared at the witch angrily, holding back countless words in his heart.

"Enjoy the last moments. The witch opened the door and said something with ulterior motives.