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Awakened by the noise, Count Arassis could not sleep, and after putting on his clothes, he went to the dungeon under the escort of the captain of the guard, the Knight of Porton.

The leader of the Silver Sword Assassins had left the dungeon before the Count arrived. His mission was accomplished, and he didn't want to stay in this dungeon for a moment.

In the damp damp dungeon, the jailer Leather bandaged the Assassin's wounds and locked him in a dark and filthy cell.

The floor of the cell was much lower than the ground outside, even lower than that of the city, and therefore very wet.

Only one or two small window openings let in the light, and the windows were open high enough that the prisoners could not reach them with their hands raised.

The little light that came in through the window was very faint.

Even at noon, it was nothing, and by the end of the day, the rest of the castle had already turned into darkness.

The shackles and chains that had been used to lock prisoners away from escape were still hanging on the walls of the dungeon, rusty.

There were still two gray-white bones left in the iron ring of the shackles, probably human leg bones, which showed that the prisoner was not only emaciated to death in the prison, but also tortured into a skeleton.

The smell in the cell was strange, it was the dampness after the rain plus the smell of blood that had dried up.

The whole space was very dim, except for a few oil seals on both sides that shone faintly. When the wind blew it, two lamps were extinguished.

There is no daylight here all year round, and even the air is muddy. A normal person can't stand it for a while.

The people who are locked up here may not be able to get out for the rest of their lives.

It turned out that there was not only the smell of dampness and blood, but also the smell of death.

The Assassin cowered in fear, everything around him seemed to consume him, and he was confronted with endless darkness.

The infinite fear, combined with the darkness and the silence and the two gray-white bones, made his heart cold.

The jailer Ammon was instructed by Count Arassis to add some wood to the torch stove.

When the fire was burning, Ammon bowed down and humbly asked, "My lord, what else do you command?"

The red tongue of fire devoured the darkness around the dungeon. Count Aracis spoke: "You all go outside and wait. ”

He now needs to be alone with the assassins who assassinate him...... Talk. That's right, he thought, conversation, not interrogation.

After both jailers disappeared into the dungeon, Count Aracis walked up to the Assassins.

In the light of the fire, he could clearly see the Assassin's face, and although his face looked dirty, it could not hide his youthful face.

Count Arassis noticed that his jailer appeared to have used a number of torture instruments against the young Assassin, revealing his bruised body in tattered clothes.

"I am the lord of Chanda City," Count Arassis began. "That is, the Count of Arassis who you want to assassinate. ”

"Vynt is my name, what do you want to ask, ask. The assassin's voice was devoid of its previous indifference, but mixed with a hint of loss.

"Why did you stab me?" asked Count Aracis, in a calm tone. "Who instructed you?"

"I just followed orders and was responsible for assassinating the designated target. The assassin almost blurted out.

Count Arassis followed the topic and continued to ask, "Then why did you choose to be an assassin? for money, or for fame?"

Assassins have no honor, but even the most notorious Assassins can make a name for themselves.

"It wasn't that I chose to be an Assassin, it chose me. Viente spat out a different answer than he did.

Count Arassis said bluntly, "But your present condition is not much better. ”

"Don't you want to know who's behind it?" Wiente threw out the topic that the other party wanted to know the most.

"I don't ask," said Count Aratis. "It's because you don't know. ”

"Your Excellency, you are very smart," the Assassin reminded him. "But you're not out of danger. ”

Count Arassis disagreed. "I know there are more Assassins than just you," he stressed, "but I'm not as weak and incompetent as you might think. ”

With cold politeness, Vynant said, "I've said everything I need to say, what are you going to do with me?"

There was an imperceptible begging in his eyes. He is not afraid of death, but if there is hope of living, he does not want to die.

"Do you want to live?" asked Count Aracis.

He knew that people sometimes choose loyalty, perhaps because the temptation of betrayal was not enough to shake him. This temptation should be enough to shake many people.

"I don't want to die. "The Assassin is honest.

Count Arassis told him the facts. "What you have done to me is equivalent to a death sentence. ”

Noble lords have absolute power of life and death in their domains, and in order to maintain the rights and majesty of the lord, anyone who threatens the life and safety of the lord will be sentenced to death.

"Maybe it's fate. Wiente's voice began to tremble. He was afraid of death.

"What is fate," Count Arassis asked him rhetorically, "what you can and cannot change?"

"All you can choose, and what I can't, is fate. The Assassin replied. "It was fate that forced me to become an Assassin. ”

Count Arassis looked extremely serious and said, "Then what if I choose to give you the opportunity to choose your fate?"

Vint couldn't believe what he had heard, and looked at the other party in dismay. "What you said is true?"

Count Arassis gave him a meaningful look and nodded slowly. "Any opportunity to choose, comes at a price. ”

Vent hesitated for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "What price?" He couldn't figure out what value he had to be forgiven by the other party.

"I need you to swear allegiance to me. "Count Arassis did not intend to execute the Assassins, but kept them for another purpose.

"Assassins have no honor," Wiente reminded him sharply. "Don't you worry that if I let me go, I'll run away, or lurk around you and wait for an opportunity to assassinate you. ”

Count Arassis said in a firm tone: "I have given you the opportunity to choose your fate, and choosing to be loyal to me is your better choice. ”

Wiente asked incredulously, "Maybe I'm too stupid to understand, but I think it's the opposite, I'm actually too smart to believe your words." ”

"The fate that follows is up to you," said Count Aracis. "Do you want to walk in the light, or do you want to continue to lurk in the darkness? ”

"If you believe me," the assassin responded. "I swear allegiance to you, my lord. ”

The Assassin received a promise from the other party, and honor and credibility may not be important to him, but to the noble lord, it was a status symbol.

Aracis did not believe in an assassin who wanted to assassinate him. He replied slowly: "I don't believe you, but I will give you a chance." ”

"Your Excellency, you are truly special. Wiente looked at the other in surprise.

Count Arassis did not say another word to the Assassins, but turned to leave. If it weren't for extraordinary times, he wouldn't have bothered to woo a cold-blooded killer like the Assassin.

"Get him out of the dungeon," he commanded the jailer at the exit of the dungeon. "Arrange a room for him, and send someone to bring him some food and clean clothes. ”

When the jailers Ammon and Leather heard the order of the Count of Arassis, they hurried into the cell.