Asa rubbed his neck and woke up to find himself lying on top of a pile of musty grain. A rat leaped up from his feet and burrowed into a gap in the corner.

Looking up, you can see that three walls are made of large blocks of bluestone, with only dim light leaking in from the two vents in the walls that are slightly larger than fists. On the other side is an arm-thick wooden fence, and there are several wooden fences outside the wooden fence, which is a cold dungeon.

He was in the palatial Duke's Palace, but now he is lying in a cell in a dungeon. The major contrast made Asa's dizzy head not know what was going on for a while. He shook his head, thinking about it for a moment, but he was even more confused.

Could it be that the knight suspected that there was something wrong with him and his fiancée? Or did he think that he had heard that his fiancée's injuries were his own fault? Asa carefully filtered the words of his report in his mind, and there were indeed no loopholes. On his way to the royal capital, he took care of the story in the swamp. Was it the knight's own assertion?

Asa suddenly heard strange noises from a nearby cell. It was the wheezing moans of a man and a woman.

Before he could react, the door to the dungeon was kicked open with a bang. A thin man dressed as a jailer rushed in and rushed to the door of the cell where someone was moaning, kicking the wooden fence above and yelling, "Get out!"

There was a few hard moans inside, and then a fatter jailer slowly walked out with his pants in his hands.

The thin jailer shouted, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you say I'll come first?"

The fat jailer smacked his lips unsatisfied, and replied slowly: "Who told you to come so late, you haven't come after the shift change time, I'm so anxious to wait." ”

The thin jailer was still shouting: "Fuck you, I haven't seen you wait so hard on weekdays, you have to complain for a long time when Lao Tzu is a few minutes late, and now you are not in a hurry to go back, here for Lao Tzu to enjoy blindly." Why do you want Lao Tzu to help you make shabu-shabu?"

The fat man still said unhurriedly: "Forget it, since it's already done, it's useless to say it, it's up to you to do it or not.... Why don't you wait for her to let her out......?"

The thin man became more and more furious: "Fuck you......

Asa approached the wooden fence and said to the two jailers outside, "I want to see .....the Duke of Mrak," and wondered how to explain the matter to the Duke.

"Fuck you!" the thin man spun around and flew a kick that hit Asa in the chest, who was completely defenseless.

The sound of bones breaking was unusually clear in the quiet dungeon. Several ribs in his chest, which were still fragile, were kicked and broken by this blow, and his chest was stuffed, and Asa fell backwards, the back of his head hitting a protruding stone under the straw, and his eyes went black, and he fainted.

The two jailers heard the crisp sound and saw the prisoner fall to the ground motionless. The fat man hurriedly opened the fence, came over to look at Asa, probed his nose, and exclaimed, "Oh no, it's out of gas!" and touched his chest again. "Several broken ribs. It's like even my heart is beating. ”

The thin man was also secretly surprised by the power of this kick, but he pretended to be calm and shouted: "Panic bird! What is the fuss about a dead prisoner? I told you that Lao Tzu's kung fu is very good, and he was famous when he was a soldier." You go and ask ...... back then."

The fat man looked at the thin man in horror, and said in a voice like chaff: "This prisoner is a spy who has just been sent by the Duke's Palace, and he said that he was called to be well guarded, and he was caught by Baron Clauis himself, and he may come for interrogation." ”

The thin man was still intoxicated by the courage of kicking the dead, and his eyes glared: "I'm afraid of a bird." "It seems that even if the baron himself came, it would be a big deal to kick him to death. But a little breath of relief, the drum is also beating in his heart, after all, the matter of infidels and spies has been very fierce recently, killing a spies, it is not possible to be suspected of being suspected of being a spy and going to kill people, and the baron's strictness is even more famous. The thin man's voice was one size smaller: "Wait for Lao Tzu to think about it....."

Soon after, as soon as the two jailers had been arranged, Knight Clauis arrived.

"Escaped?" the knight's face was bluer than the bluestone on the wall.

The two jailers covered their heads and necks, and the thin man replied in a dying voice: "He said that he was seriously injured, and that we should find him a doctor." This is an important prisoner you have caught, and we are afraid that he is really dead, so we went in to see him, and where did we know that he suddenly knocked us unconscious and ran away. To prove his faithfulness, he pointed to the other cells and said, "Ask the other prisoners, and they have seen it with their own eyes." "The entire dungeon resounded with a half-dead testimonial.

Clauvis's eyes burst with a light that could almost be used directly to kill, and he stared at the two jailers and dropped a sentence: "You are not allowed to move here, wait for me to come back." He turned and ran out of the dungeon.

It wasn't until the footsteps disappeared for a while that the thin man breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his dissatisfaction in a very disdainful tone: "What kind of stinky shelf, isn't it just that he was born better, if Lao Tzu was also born in the Ernie family, he would be a general at this age." Seeing that the fat man was still trembling, and still afraid in the eyes of the knight just now, the heroic spirit in his heart was revived again. He patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "What? You also said that you have to dispose of the corpse yourself, which is time-consuming and easy to find, why don't you just give that thing to Old Man Sandru? He will help us solve the problem much faster, if you do it, you will not be able to catch up just now." ”

The fat man was still trembling, and he didn't even know his voice very clearly: "His eyes are so scary." ”

The thin man foamed at the mouth and said: "I told you earlier that these sons and brothers like to put on a shelf, but they just rely on the power of the family, and the shelf is scary." If it's a flat-headed commoner, Lao Tzu will kick it to death with just one kick......" The fat man echoed reluctantly.

Whether they were speaking vigorously or listening attentively, the two of them stood there without moving.

It didn't take long, and even before the two of them had any sore legs, Clauis had already arranged the manhunt of the royal guards and returned to the prison.

"Who did the prisoner talk to here?"

"It seems that there is no .....," replied the thin man, not daring to meet Clauvis's gaze, looking at the wall behind him. The fat man just stared at the ground and shivered.

"Okay—like?" Clauvis's voice seemed to ask, as if to himself. The two jailers did not dare to answer.

"Yes. Clauvis seemed to have figured out something, decided on his mind, and nodded slowly.

"No one doesn't make mistakes, even if they do, just try to make up for them, it's useless to regret and blame. Do you say?" the two jailers noticed that the knight's face was not so ugly, it was no longer that terrible blue, and even there was a little warmth in his eyes, and the words he said to them seemed to be forgiving and comforting them. This made them feel relieved, and the thin man hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, we will try to make up for it." ”

"Okay, okay, that's the right thing to say. Clauvis put his hands on the shoulders of the two jailers, much to their complete flattery. The fat man was not at all afraid, and felt that this handsome and amiable young nobleman was simply more worthy of reverence than the statue in the church. The thin man also admitted from the bottom of his heart that this rich kid was probably indeed a little taller than himself.

'Pong'. A muffled sound echoed through the dungeon's air.

The two bodies, one fat and one thin, fell down nestled, as if they had a good relationship, and even the blood and brains were mixed together, and they could no longer distinguish each other. It was relatively close, and exclamations could be heard from several fences where the situation could be seen clearly.

The Knight of Clauis furrowed his brows majestically, and in his slow, steady tone, like an adult reprimanding a child, he screamed one after another: "What are you arguing about? You have a responsibility too. ”

Returning to the Duke's Palace, Duke Mrak knew that the prisoner had escaped, and there was no major change in his expression, but he calmly ordered the prisoner's belongings to be brought to him.

Knight Clauis watched the duke's calm and watery expression with sincere admiration. This is a man who never lets people know what he's thinking, and those squinting eyes with a little smile seem to be able to see through the deepest secrets of anyone's heart. That's what Clauis wants to learn as much as he can.

Holding the knife in his hand, the duke's eyes narrowed even more. He wandered his fingers along the blade of the knife, looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked Clauvis, "What kind of knife do you see this is?" ”

Clauvis looked at it carefully and replied, "It's not a soldier's weapon produced in a regular weapons factory, it's forged by an ordinary private blacksmith's shop," and then looked at it carefully. "A good blacksmith. ”

"Yes, it's a good blacksmith's work. The inclination, length, and thickness of the blade are well mastered. Can you see the relationship between the blacksmith and the user of this knife?"

Crowis looked closely, but couldn't see it. I had to reply: "I can't see it." ”

"The knife is very practical, and every useful thing is properly made, but there is no trace of decoration, not even the most basic decoration. That is, the knife is not a cargo, or even a giveaway between friends. It's like it's for yourself. The duke asked, "How old did you say the soldier was?"

"About twenty. ”

"If he had made the knife himself, he would have had to start practicing the blacksmith's trade in his mother's womb. It should be his elder who made this knife, probably his father. The duke's reasoning threw Clauis to the ground. "The iron used in this knife is also a fine concentrate, a person who would go to be a temporary soldier, how can an ordinary blacksmith have so many good concentrates, unless it is in ......"

"Unless his home is near a mine with concentrate. Crowis continued. "My subordinates sent someone to Calondo to investigate. ”

"No, it's only been less than an hour anyway, and people must still be in the city, just look for it carefully." The Duke put the knife down. "Where is the chair where the soldier sat and where the cup was used?"

"Well.... This one.... I ordered it to be thrown away. ”

"Thrown away?" said a rare look of surprise in the Duke's eyes. "Why?"

“..... I think it's completely blasphemous to leave that kind of thing that people have used in the house. ”

The Duke stared at Clauvis for a long moment. Although he knew that the Duke had no intention of being angry or blaming, Clauvis's back was still a little hairy.

"You're too young. The Duke withdrew his gaze and drew a conclusion in a somewhat helpless tone. Then he gave an order: "Tell the commanders of the royal guards that this spy is extremely dangerous, and if he finds it, he will be executed on the spot, and he is not allowed to talk to him." ”

"Yes. Clauis was ordered to step back. He believed in the efficiency of the Imperial Guard, and perhaps the soldier was a dead man by now.

"Why are you still alive?"

Asa woke up and the first thing he heard was a complaint. This tone is often seen in wet markets. When an old woman buys unsatisfactory or shoddy vegetables and meat, it will immediately appear.