The dimly lit dungeon had few flares, and the prisoners' movements in the cells were only visible to guards holding torches close to the iron bars. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoMany architects see the blueprints and think that this saving on lighting costs is completely unnecessary, but will create an opportunity for prisoners to dig tunnels and escape from prison. But the fourth lord of Ice's Breath knew in his heart that this prison would be the most impregnable in the world - those who wanted to rob the prison would have to break through the impregnable defenses of Ice's Breath, which was impossible, and prisoners who tried to escape had to dig through the snow-capped mountains to get out of the iron houses deep in the mountains, which was more exaggerated than the dwarves building the Toyalun Tunnel.

Since the completion of the dungeon, many prisoners have been imprisoned, assassins, rebel generals, representatives of the people who speak insults in the council chamber, drunkards and gamblers who smash bar tables, bards who insult the lord, and the mistress of the lord's wife, and countless bones that have rotted and died in the dark, but there is no one who has been imprisoned - the lord of Ice's Breath, who has the same status as Frey.

"Squeak-" There was an annoying noise from the cell door, and Weiner walked to an iron fence with a torch in one hand and a wooden chair in the other. He pinned the torch to the fence, waved the guard to stand back, and said, "You should have repaired that broken door." If I need to interrogate a prisoner, lock him up in your room, and then keep fiddling with that door, I don't think anyone can stand it. This trick is definitely more effective than whipping. ”

Frey in his cell sat in the shadows away from the fence, and Weiner couldn't see whether he was facing the wall or himself. "Good idea, if you don't send two more guards here, I'll give you a taste of that soon. Frey Dao.

"Do you know how hard it is to stab a sword that can completely render you incapacitated and save your life? Weiner asked with a frown, deliberately raising his voice two keys to attract Frey's attention, but Frey remained unmoved. "If you could keep your mouth softer, we'd save a lot of trouble. There really are a lot of things, such as burying horses, killing people, and disposing of corpses. ”

"If you don't engage in aggression, you'll save more trouble. Frey replied dismissively.

Weiner took a sip of the flask from his bosom, then reached into the fence and handed it to Frey, "You said you would bring me a jug of good wine when we were separated by an iron fence, but unfortunately it's reversed now. ”

"So you're going to tell your story, old bachelor. ”

Frey didn't come out of the shadows, and Weiner didn't take the flask back, but told the story to himself: "I was born in the east of the empire, with its beautiful shores and patches of whitebait. Have you ever seen a whitebait flower?"

"I've been training in the East Island for five years. Frey replied.

"Very well, then you know how wonderful the small silver flowers are, they have accompanied my childhood, and they have grown in every corner of my memory. When I grew up, I joined the army, married a blacksmith's daughter, who was as beautiful as the whitebait flowers, and we 'enjoyed life' among the flowers, and we had two sons. Tears began to roll in his eyes as he spoke, and he took a sip of the flask, the hot fiery wine running down his throat and choking on his cough. "Then I was promoted, won a tough contest and became the honorary escort of Cleon Glaria. This incident excited my father and children for a long time, until they were hanged on the beams of the house by the intruders. At that time, I was following the general in the attack on Black Rock Castle, thousands of miles away. I didn't see any of my loved ones' bodies, and my neighbors told me it was too cruel and that I went back too late, so they cremated the bodies early. Weiner's voice began to tremble violently, and he covered his face, tears streaming down his cheeks. "They cremated the bodies just to keep me from being heartbroken by their broken appearance, and the neighbors all wanted me to stay strong. -- It's your master!" Venal suddenly grabbed the iron fence, pressed his face against the railing and roared: "It's the master you serve! I threw my head and blood for him in the land of the Nanban, and I fought so hard with the generals of the Nanban that I almost didn't even leave a whole corpse, but he sent people to kill my family! I can't even imagine how painful they were tortured before they took their last breath! You call me an invader! How ridiculous! You bandits!"

"This is your grudge against the Empire, and it has nothing to do with the snow. Frey said contemptuously.

"Indeed, it has nothing to do with your people. Weiner seemed to calm down a little, and sat back in his chair as he drank as he spoke, "Do you know how many people we have died, and how many we have killed to take your fortress?"

"I can't imagine the magnitude of the loss, and I have written down this blood debt. Frey finally began to grit his teeth, which was his primary concern, and from the moment he woke up to find himself in the dungeons of Ice's Breath, he realized that no fortress in the world would never fall, nothing more than how many corpses the invaders were willing to use to repair the road to victory.

"Not a single one!" said Weiner mockingly, "none of your men, nor my men, are dead! Your fiancée is so much smarter than you are, and the defenders have opened the gate on the other side of the Longyan Bridge to us without even firing an arrow." ”

"!" Frey jumped up from the stone bench and circled around the cell angrily and anxiously, "This **** has no idea what she's doing!" he roared, and finally clung to the railing in a rage, his hands bulging, and in vain he pulled the wrist-thick iron bar, "Let me out! I'm going to slaughter her!"

"No, Frey. Miss Edney knows exactly what she's done—she's saved Ice's Breath and the entire Snowy Realm, as well as your megalomaniacal yellow-haired boy. Weiner stood up, threw the tightened flask into Frey's cell, and said, "Drink, you don't have much chance to drink, I advise you to have a good drink." Wine is intimidating, especially strong wine, which can give you more confidence in the face of the anger of the people in the snowy land. ”

Weiner looked at Frey with pity, and almost cried again, "You're really going to be a good table mate, but it's a pity ......," he thought to himself, and turned away from the dungeon, leaving Frey to scream hysterically in the dark.