In the stillness of the night, she could faintly see a bird hidden in the treetops by the moonlight, an inconspicuous creature that almost blended in with the fine branches. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She guessed that the bird should be a nightingale, because its song in the moonlight was so graceful.

Speaking of which, she seems to have an arrow with the name of a nightingale on it. It seemed like something very important, but she couldn't figure out why the arrow was so important......

The nightingale in the treetops was still singing, and the sound of affection lingered in her ears, but before she knew it, the voice began to change tone, and when she found it, the nightingale was actually talking to her in her familiar voice, her mother's panicked and gloomy voice.

"Voice?"

"Where's the voice?

"Why?Why don't you have a voice?!"

"Why?"

......

Like all notorious prisons, De Staing's Bangera prison is almost synonymous with torture, gratuitous torture and bribery, and in some ways is the business of the jailers, and the prisoners in the prison are nothing more than a vent for the stress of the low-status jailers and livestock for the officials and officials to extract money. One white sparrow once described the chaos in the prison as a chicken coop – prisoners were locked up like fat chickens waiting to be slaughtered by small iron bars, and the jailers could reach out and choke their necks if they needed to. In fact, from the moment they entered the prison, they were already a pile of dead chicken. And today, a drama of stealing beams and changing pillars is being staged in the "chicken coop".

As it was getting dark, two jailers pushed the cart through cell after cell. Under normal circumstances, the guards do not need to open the cells to do the work they are supposed to do before dawn, because the prisoners who are imprisoned there have already consciously and voluntarily pushed the day's commode out of their cells, and the jailers only need to empty the commode and put it in its place to complete the day's sanitation. Prison work is so easy and fast thanks to the fact that each cell has a small door for the prisoners, which is too small to fit the human body, but it is the only way for the prisoners to discard their filth and get food. However, for some disobedient prisoners, the jailer will deliberately lock this small door, leaving them to rot and stink inside.

The jailer in charge of removing the filth will only open the cell in one case, and that is when someone dies in the cell because of the torment. The jailers would pack the corpse into sacks and clean it out with the barrels containing the filth. Over time, the prisoners here came to see the "door opening" heard before dawn as the sound of death.

Today, the sound of death is ringing again. It took two jailers twice as long as usual to lay a sack on the cart. But if you keep an eye on the car, you'll notice that it comes with a bulging sack and leaves with only one sack.

In a short time, all the contents of the van were sent out of the prison gates, the barrels containing the filth were pulled to the dissolution site south of the city, and the sacks containing the bodies were waiting in another cart. The two jailers tossed a few sacks onto the cart with their hands and feet, and when only the last sack remained, the two men carefully carried it into the cart. Hearing a low start sound from the axle, the cart pulled by the inferior horse slowly moved in the direction of the cemetery.

Along the way, both jailers seemed a little distracted, occasionally craned their necks to look out at the silent and deserted streets, and occasionally looked up at the faintly glowing sky. It wasn't until a black carriage parked on the side of the road came into view of the two that they finally settled down.

The cart carrying the corpse stopped just as it was about to stagger past the carriage, and the jailer sitting on the edge of the cart hurriedly jumped out of the cart, and he took off his hat and saluted the two soldiers who had been waiting by the carriage for a long time, while the two guys in guard attire frowned in disgust, and one of them said coldly, "Where are the people?"

Hearing the questioning, the jailer hurriedly untied the opening of a sack, only to see a petite figure with ochre-colored hair revealing from the mouth of the bag.

"We wasted a lot of effort to get her out. ”

The jailer seemed to be inadvertently asking for merit for himself, and there was a hint of triumph in his cloudy eyes.

"What's the matter with her?" the guard soldier asked again.

"We gave her some medicine. ”

Noticing the look of displeasure in the soldier's eyes, the jailer hurriedly added, "It's just ordinary drugs." In a few moments, she would wake up on her own. ”

"Did you add ingredients to what she ate?"

"If she'd been willing to go to jail, things would have been much easier. In fact, she didn't eat anything, and in the end we had to blow the smoke into the cell...... Afterwards, it was inevitable that more effort would be made to cover up the smell of smoke. ”

The jailer laughed awkwardly, and asked for credit, intentionally or unintentionally.

"So, why are you still tied up?"

"Don't you look at her thin and small, and she hurt one of our people! Isn't this for insurance, lest she offend the chiefs?"

The two guards looked at each other noncommittally, then waved impatiently at the jailer, motioning for him to hurry up and load the man into the carriage.

At this gesture, the jailer breathed a sigh of relief, and he picked up the woman who was still asleep, and then placed her in the carriage as if she had placed a precious porcelain. When all this was done, the humble creature retreated to the side of the cart and smiled flatteringly at the two guardsmen.

A money bag flew into his arms at this moment, and the jailer subconsciously swept the money bag, and his face immediately appeared with joy that could not be concealed.

"I hope you forget about today as soon as possible. The soldier who threw out the money bag said coldly. Perhaps because of the gloom of the sky, his thin face looked particularly gloomy in the faint light.

"Rest assured, no one will know about it. The jailer replied casually.

"Looks like you didn't understand what I meant. The soldier who spoke suddenly drew an arrow from the quiver behind his back, and the jailer felt only a flash in front of him, and the iron piece of the arrow was drawn to his face, and his companion, the man in charge of driving the car, could not help but let out a low cry, and the next moment, the breeze brought from the front of the car to the air with a smell of urine.

"I'm talking about forgetting about today. The guard soldier frowned and withdrew his feathered arrow.

"It's okay if you can't forget it, Mr. Flegg will take good care of your family and ask them to help you both grow some other memories. ”

After saying that, the gloomy soldier put on a posture of getting out. The frightened jailer hurriedly grabbed the money bag and jumped out as if flying. After seeing the inferior horse-drawn cart galloping away, the soldier who had not yet spoken could not help but spit out.

"Filthy guy!"

The voice revealed the soldier's age, who seemed to be more than ten years younger than his comrades.