The secret prison in Kyoto in Gaul was built in the dark suburbs of Kyoto, and the 1,500-strong underground guard was personally under the responsibility of the Imperial Guard, mainly used to imprison the emperor's enemies, or people who were a threat to the country, and those who could be imprisoned here had almost no record of getting out alive, and in some unknown rumors, many of the prisoners sent to the secret prison were noble people, and in order to ensure that their identities were not revealed, they would be forced by the jailers to wear masks in the shape of various beasts, and they would be held in sealed prisons that would never be visited,

Here, loneliness is something more terrible than captivity, no one speaks, no sunlight is seen, nothing can be seen that can be hopeful, from the living to corpses, and no one knows the true identity of the corpses sent out of prison except those who send criminals in,

On the first day of his arrival in Gallic Kyoto, Figueros was mercilessly imprisoned in a secret prison by his escorts, where the centuries-old mottled walls cracked open under the intense moisture, and the openings were covered with moss, revealing large white stones that were horribly black inside.

The walls were damp, and half of the cell was a filthy pool. The pool has not been cleaned for I don't know how many years, the water inside is sticky and thick, emitting a suffocating smell, there is still vomiting garbage floating on the surface of the water, and there seem to be mutilated limbs that resemble people, the other half of the cell is a filthy broken stone slab that cannot be settled, the slate is full of damp moss, it is a hot August outside, the temperature has long exceeded thirty degrees, and here, the highest temperature is ten degrees, the lowest temperature is one degree, the change of the seasons has long lost its meaning here, and the prisoners in prison cannot feel the change of time at all,

The heavy cell door was opened, and Figueros, covered in blood, was thrown into the cell, his hair mixed with blood on his face into long strips like blood, in just three days. Figueros already feels like a year has passed,

If I could die! I really want to die!

Figueros regretted it in his heart, now he really wants to die the best, the hero of the battle of the north, was inexplicably beaten into a spy in the northwest, he was just stabbed at the meeting, and in the blink of an eye, he was thrown into this hell-like place, and he was brutally tortured every day, forced to ask something that he didn't know, and every second now seemed to him to be infinitely tormented. It's all about severe pain underneath me. Every pore on his body exuded an aura of pain, but he didn't pass out. It is said that coma is a person's self-protection for pain, but now I don't know why it has lost its effect. He longed to never wake up again,

The person in charge of the torture was a master from the Gallic Intelligence Department, so naturally he would not be given such an opportunity, in order to be able to dig out enough valuable information from this northwestern spy who climbed to the position of the imperial general, the Gallic intelligence minister Harun prepared four experts in charge of torture in advance to serve him in turn.

The cell door opened unexpectedly, and a slender figure in a dark green robe appeared at the door.

"You're the Northwest spy?"

It was a somewhat arrogant woman's voice that spoke, and a white hand covering her nose from the cuffs of her robe. The musty smell coming from the cell door made the woman's beautiful and slender eyebrows frown slightly, and her gaze stopped on Figueros's body,

Figueros struggled to sit up. Looking at the person who spoke, the dark robe and hood couldn't see the face of the person who came at all, but the tone of the other party and the fact that he could come here were enough to show that this woman's identity was different. And he could feel the other party's gaze on him, completely ignoring the blood and the rolled wounds on his body, he knew that he must be afraid of heat at present. If it was an ordinary woman who would have screamed in fright, it is possible to pass out,

But the woman in front of her, her gaze was stable and did not even fluctuate at all

"I'm not a spy in the Northwest, don't forget, it was the Falcon Empire in the Northwest that slaughtered millions of people in my Normandy clan! Do you think the Falcon Empire will find a Norman to be a spy?" Figueros said coldly,

"You're from Normandy?"

The woman was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then snorted angrily, "These fools from the intelligence department are really deliberately looking for someone to fool me!"

Figueros's face suddenly became hideous, and his five fingers scratched five blood marks on the ground of the prison, he still didn't figure out what was going on, but he could feel one thing, the woman in front of him should be the reason why he was arrested!

"Do you want to die or live, do you want to die silently, or take the power of the empire to avenge your tribe!" the woman clearly saw his anger, and still said in a faint voice. Don't look at me like that, it's the Imperial War Department that operates this, and it has nothing to do with me, if it weren't for the fact that you are a Norman, and you are extraordinary in the Battle of the North, even if you die here and become moldy and rotten, I won't ask more, because I know that when it comes to hatred for the Falcon Empire, there is nothing deeper than a Norman!" "You can make me take revenge?"

Figueros listened to the slight trembling of his body, although he was in prison, he instinctively had a sense of rejection for this woman, that feeling reminded him of a poisonous snake with blue scales that he had seen on the island of Salander, his beloved war horse was bitten by this snake, blood oozed from his nose and eyes, and he died tragically in less than an hour, such a person is the most terrible! Because in the heart of such a person, the value of human life is no different from a piece of grass on the side of the road!" I can make you a general of the empire again!" The woman smiled noncommittally, "But you also have to show enough guts to take revenge on those who put you in prison?"

"You mean to go directly to the palace and present it to His Majesty the Emperor......!

Figueros's eyes were open, his pupils were full of shock, a little frightened, he hesitated, and finally decided to fight, although this woman was terrible, it was better than being imprisoned here and tortured to death!

"I can't go to the palace, I can't even get out of here!" Figueros asked eagerly

"Locks," the robed woman shouted to the door. A young officer dressed in the Emperor's Praetorian Guard uniform walked in, "Change him and send him to the hall of the Imperial Palace!" The robed woman stretched out her hand and pointed at Figueros, and soon, Figueros, who had changed into the Praetorian Guard uniform, was already on the carriage to Kyoto, the blood on his face was wiped clean, revealing a young and energetic face, the Praetorian Guard uniform on his body was a little large, and it was worn on his body to cover up the wounds on his body very well, and the Praetorian Guard officer who sent him sat opposite him, looking at him with some curiosity. With unspeakable affection,

The Praetorian Guard officer wanted to see what was so special about the first general of the Northern Advance War, who had risen like a hurricane in the past two months, but he was disappointed, Figueros in front of him was just an ordinary young man who could no longer be ordinary, and he did not have the momentum of the rumored hero, nor the domineering spirit of killing the heads of 30,000 Slavs in one fell swoop in the war report, and the torches of the road shone on the young man's face, and he couldn't see too many expressions. The carriage entered the range of the palace, and the Praetorian Guard at the gate stopped the carriage, and the Praetorian Guard Locks showed his face and easily passed the guò,

The carriage eventually stopped in front of the steps of the hall. Figueros plucked up the courage to get out of the carriage and picked up something and walked up the steps, with Locks leading the way, and the Praetorian Guards standing guard completely ignored his presence zài "that woman...... It's Miss Algernon, Miss Julia!" stopped at the last step of the Praetorian Guard officer, Locks. When the gate was in front of him, Figueros suddenly asked, "How do you know?" and Locks, an officer of the Praetorian Guard, replied unexpectedly, "Nothing, just to confirm!" except for Miss Julia Algernon. I can't think of anyone else who can control the entire Praetorian Guard, even if it's for my life, I have to know that it's for that big man!" Figueros nodded, took a deep breath, pulled the wound in his chest, grinned slightly, raised the Wen Jiàn in his hand and said, "I'm afraid the content of that Wen Jiàn is not ordinary."

Locks, an officer of the Praetorian Guard, said that he really didn't know this time, and shrugged his shoulders, "To be honest, I really don't know, but it must be very important, because after Miss received it tonight, she angrily smashed her favorite wine glass, and scolded more than a dozen rice buckets in her mouth! Since Miss is so risky to let you make a special trip to send it over, it must be a very urgent matter!"

"Okay, I see!" Figueros smiled grimly, and walked into the huge door of the conference hall, under the light of the hundred candles in the hall, he saw more than a dozen imperial ministers gathered around a young man, this young man was emaciated, wearing an unusually straight golden uniform, the golden tassel cuffs were two huge blue gems, all the buttons flashed in the candlelight with a dark red light, that was the luster of the gem,

The young man was looking down at the map on the table, and a middle-aged man in the uniform of an imperial general pointed to the map and said,

"Who are you, I don't remember calling the Praetorian Guards in!" the young man seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head, looking sharply at Figueros who walked in, and the other dozen or so ministers all turned their heads in surprise, no one knew the Praetorian Guard who came in

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, my name is Figueros, I'm from the northern battlefield" Figueros knelt down on one knee hard, raised the document in his hand, and said loudly, "My subordinates are here to present an important document!" And my subordinates want to complain to His Majesty about the evil deeds of the Ministry of Military Affairs, they slander their subordinates as spies in the northwest! The subordinates are Normans, and the whole Obaro knows that the Normans were exterminated by the Northwest Falcon Empire, and the subordinates are eager to eat the flesh and blood of the Vekia Falcon, how can they be spies in the northwest!"

"Normans? Figueros!"

The young emperor looked at Figueros who was kneeling there on one knee, his face looked unnatural, and he glared at the Minister of Intelligence Harun, who obviously meant to ask, what the hell is going on! The Minister of Intelligence Harun was also confused by this sudden incident, isn't Figueros in strict custody? How did he come to the hall of the Imperial Council,

Harun's face was pale and cold, he knew that there was no room for retreat now, and his voice trembled a little and insisted, "Your Majesty, it is true that the Normans were exterminated by the Northwest Falcon Empire, but it does not mean that the Normans will not be spies in the Northwest!"

"And after all, this person is from the northwest, and he is also quite dissatisfied with the emperor's majesty, such a person will eventually develop into a cancer if he mixes into the army! Even if he does not eradicate it, he must be strictly supervised! This is the responsibility of his subordinates, even if His Majesty does not agree, his subordinates will do it."

"This adult is talking nonsense. When I fought bloodily against the Slavs in the north for the Empire, I did not know what this lord was doing. Behind the openness is often the ugliness, and the ugliest and most disgusting scene. The more you speak openly, the more I suspect your dirty intentions......" Figueros's body trembled slightly, and he was arrested for such a trumped-up charge

"Okay, I'll investigate this matter thoroughly! Long Daqing, go and bring Wen Jiàn to me!"

The young emperor of Gaul waved his hand impatiently and said to a white-haired old minister next to him, his eyes not fixed on the right or wrong of the matter. What he saw was that because of the thorough investigation of the affairs of the spies in the northwest, the confidence of the people of the empire has been greatly boosted in the past month, the financial resources of the empire have been abundant, the imperial army is gradually recovering, and the good news of the northern war is frequent, this is what an emperor needs to pay attention to, as for right and wrong, has anyone been wronged, and an emperor needs to care about these?

A white-haired minister walked over. Unceremoniously took Wen Jiàn from Figueros's hand, glanced at Figueros condescendingly, and snorted very dissatisfiedly, "What a guy who doesn't know how to be grateful, how can he be like this as an imperial soldier! How dare you come to the emperor's imperial meeting!"

"What do you call this adult?" Figueros looked up, his eyes filled with anger,

"Ronda, Deputy Minister of War!" the white-haired minister completely ignored his anger, in his eyes. There is such an ant-like existence there, and the nose pouted disdainfully, "Why, do you still want to slander me together." Dare to question Shangguan in such a tone, it seems that the punishment of detention is still too light, if it was before, it would be directly dragged out and beheaded!"

The young emperor took Wen Jiàn from Ronda's hand, frowned slightly, and waved his hand to Figueros, "What are you still doing there, go down! I don't like such rude people!" Seeing Figueros walk out of the hall, the young emperor opened the Wen Jiàn in his hand, and only glanced at it, the young emperor's face turned pale all of a sudden, and the hand holding Wen Jiàn was pulled away suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said angrily, "Bastard, how is this possible! How could the battle of Nagurd be lost!" Wen Jiàn slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground, and the young emperor felt a burst of nausea in his internal organs, and he hurriedly lowered his head and vomited, but he couldn't vomit anything. For a while, the abdomen turned over the river, the colic was unbearable, and the head was also tingling in bursts, as if there were ten thousand sharp needles pierced in the brain. The young emperor was in a kind of morbid tremor all over, and finally he couldn't hold on, and his head hit the table where the map was placed.

"Smack"

Seeing the blood on the emperor's head, the ministers were completely panicked, and hurriedly shouted the guards

"The battle of Naguld was lost?"

The Minister of Intelligence, Harun, also pretended to be shocked, he had already guessed from just now that it was possible for a prisoner to enter the heavily guarded Imperial Council Hall so easily, and it was only possible that woman, secretly admired the arrangement of that woman, and let a death row prisoner send it, even if His Majesty killed the messenger in a fit of rage, it would not be a big deal! "What about that person just now? Catch him, he must have been sent by the enemy!"

The Gallic Emperor had already begun to show a breath of madness, blood on his forehead, struggling to support his body, his eyes were full of madness, his throat twitched violently, and he shouted loudly in a squeaky and indistinct voice, and his gloomy gaze was like a wolf about to eat people

This stimulus was too great for him, and the defeat in the battle of Naguld undoubtedly showed that the imperial strategy must be readjusted, especially the death of tens of thousands of troops, which was a heavy blow to this hyper-spirited patient, and the tens of thousands of troops that were destroyed, including more than 30,000 Janissaries alone, and other troops were also experienced in combat, the real elite of the empire! After this battle, the losses of the imperial northern army were incalculable,

Your Majesty, Your Majesty fainted!" In full view of everyone, the young Gallic Emperor was paralyzed on the ground like a pile of mud, only breathing, and he couldn't even open his eyes, and the white-haired Ronda ran to the door quickly, "Quick, catch those guys!" Countless Praetorian Guard swords were placed on Figueros's neck, Figueros stopped innocently, and at this moment, a whole group of Praetorian Guard soldiers ran towards the hall from outside,

At the forefront was a beautiful woman, dressed in a slender and close-fitting hunting suit, with unreplaced riding boots on her feet, her hair and body wet from the morning fog of the night, and at a glance Figueros was sure that this woman was the woman she had just seen in the prison.

"All of them are fenced in, and we must not let one go!" Algernon Julia's gaze did not look at him at all, but raised the horsewhip in his hand, and shouted in a soft voice, and the following Praetorian Guards immediately surrounded the Imperial Council Hall,

"Algernon Julia, what do you want to do! You have been grounded by the Emperor's Majesty, do you want to rebel?" asked the white-haired Undersecretary of Military Affairs, Ronda, with an ugly face

"It's all of you who are plotting rebellion!" to blackmail the emperor's majesty, so that the emperor's majesty fainted in the imperial meeting, from now on, until the investigation is clear, you adults can't leave the hall, otherwise ......" Algernon Julia's pretty face was cold, her voice stopped, she pulled out the saber at her waist and slashed it on the pine wood next to her, and the pine wood with the big mouth of the bowl was cut off by a sword lightly, and the feeling was as neat as cutting a human head,

"You!" Undersecretary of Military Affairs Long Da trembled with anger, but he couldn't speak! (To be continued......)