The stone steps leading to the underground black dungeon are steep and slippery, and each stone step is pitch black, which inexplicably makes people feel that this is a staircase formed by blood congestion and coagulation, and walking on it in boots gives people a great sense of discomfort.

The air was filled with an indescribable smell.

Stuffy, hot, humid, and there was the 'squeak' of rats everywhere.

The structure of the black prison is complex, and in order to reach the next level, you must cross the entire upper prison area, to the opposite corner of the boxy prison area, which is several circles larger than the police compound on the ground, to reach the stone steps leading to the next level.

In the deep corridor, the lights are dim.

The long cells were filled with people, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies were now curled up in the cells like beggars, and there were constant cries and shouts.

There were too many people in the cell, and the air in the cell area became more and more turbid and stuffy.

Everywhere you can hear terrible shouts, some people crying for help, some people begging for mercy, some people hysterically cursing and cursing, and even some people are driven crazy by the harsh environment here, and they are scolding the heavens and the earth to curse the blasphemy of 'Mu' and 'Mutheste'.

Duke Ross walked calmly through the dirty and damp corridor, the small folding fan in his hand fanning happily.

With the help of the dim light, she quickly swept through the cells, from which she saw the faces of many old acquaintances. Many people were curled up on the ground, and some had already fainted from the harsh conditions.

When she saw a few noble ladies who had arrogantly and rudely flaunted their precious jewels to her at social banquets, relying on their family wealth, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Her Majesty is right when she says that all wealth is false, and only rifles and artillery are the only truth." Duke Ross proudly said the famous words of Her Majesty the Empress of the Delen Empire who roared loudly at a state banquet.

Look at these big men who used to call for wind and rain in Tulun Port, look at the noblewomen who once had the audacity to provoke Duke Rus, and look at those sons and ladies who pretend to be on weekdays......

Duke Ross pursed his lips: "It's all useless little white faces...... Oh, I still prefer a strong, energetic lucky boy like Joe! ”

When the word 'useless little white face' was spoken, Duke Ross glanced at Freret, consciously or unconsciously.

Freret's face was pale, which fits the definition of a 'little white face'.

The eerie black prison, the damp, filthy environment, the harsh and pungent air, the sound of crying, howling, cries, curses...... All these elements are mixed together, like the purgatory of Medland myths and legends, which is specially used to concoct sinners.

Freret, who was of noble birth, had never seen such a scene?

Even in his childhood nightmares, he had never seen such a horrific scene.

His face was pale, his body was stiff, and he was covered in cold sweat, but he was calm and calm, relying on his strong personal strength to maintain the most basic ability to move, like a timid child who first went to the street, and followed Duke Ross step by step.

He had forgotten what had happened at the gates of the police station, and had forgotten the cynicism that Duke Rose had given him and his father.

All he knew was to stay by Duke Ross's side so he could barely find a little security!

"The Tulun Port Police Station, forty years ago, was still the station of the Tulun Port Public Security Committee, and after the empire took over the Tulun Port, it was transformed into a police station."

"Before the Empire moved in, the port of Tulum, and the surrounding area, were not very peaceful. There are countless bandits, bandits, pirates, and all kinds of illegal people, so a six-story underground prison has been built here to punish these shameful creatures. ”

"Of course, for a time, these black prisons also served as slave storage warehouses. After all, for a long time, there was no special warehouse area in the port of Tulum, and many slaves were temporarily imprisoned here. ”

"So, if you make full use of each of the six layers of black cells, you can hold more than 4,000 prisoners. The six-story black prison is 24,000 people. Duke Ross said leisurely: "However, after all, after so many years, the ventilation duct is not very smooth, so the air here is inevitably worse." ”

After a pause, Duke Rose smiled: "The further down you go, the worse the air becomes." ”

"Where are Heniway and Hanks?" Freette finally asked the first thing he said after entering the Black Cell.

"They? Oh, they're sensitive, and they're involved in some very serious crimes, so of course they're locked up on the sixth floor! Duke Ross smiled at Freret, who was stiff and pale.

She knew that the attack on Leah and Tifa was the work of Henieway and Hanks.

She also knew that Joe couldn't wait to hit Hanks and Hanieway hard, and the two unlucky guys were each deprived of one leg by Joe on the way before they could 'check' into the black prison.

Frerett showed an unusually good interest in Heniway and Hanks, which caused Duke Ross to feel a certain amount of pressure.

That's why at the door of the Port Tulun police station, she deliberately beat Friet in public, and even did not hesitate to involve his father, the noble prince of the empire.

She deliberately 'informed' Freret—to find out what this place was and who you were dealing with; Remember, don't rely on your identity to do things that are too out of the ordinary here.

That's all the Duke of Ross can do for the time being.

Freret's identity makes it impossible for her to do more, what else can she do except 'tease' and 'knock' on the language?

The first layer of black prison, the second layer of black prison, the third layer of black prison......

The further down you go, the more humid the air becomes, and the harsher the surrounding environment becomes.

Humid, stuffy, dirty, pungent smell, a thick layer of slimy unknown dirt on the ground. Walking in such a black cell, Freette and his entourage stood on tiptoe one by one, like ballerinas on stage, with extremely light steps.

The group came to the entrance to the sixth floor of the black cell, and a few prison guards who were born with a despicable appearance and looked more like villains than the scoundrels on the street nodded and hurriedly opened the iron door to the sixth layer of the black cell.

Then, 'bang, bang, bang, bang'...... Dense gunfire was heard.

The small folding fan in Duke Rose's hand suddenly stopped, and Freret's eyes widened, and he inexplicably sensed that something was wrong.

"How can there be gunshots? Who's shooting? What happened? ”

Frevice grabbed Duke Ross's arm with one hand and asked a quick question.

"Your Highness, you are rude!" Duke Rose frowned, the small folding fan 'snapped' hard, and a muffled sound was heard, and a deep mark was drawn out of the back of Freette's hand, he subconsciously let go of his hand, and then the mark quickly recovered, leaving no marks on the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ross, I just ...... Concerned about the safety of my direct subordinates. Freret's dark gray eyes stared at Duke Ross: "They are the best soldiers of the Empire, they have made great contributions to the Empire, if they have any accidents in the port of Tulun......"

"Why did they have an accident in Tulum Harbor?" Duke Ross asked Frerett rhetorically.

"That's what surprised me." Frevice exhaled heavily, and he stared at Duke Ross's deep eyes without showing weakness: "This is what surprised me...... On the territory of the Empire, if any accident happens to the naval officers of the Empire, this is undoubtedly a provocation to the Empire, to the Imperial Navy. ”

"Ho ho ho ho!" Duke Rose sneered noncommittally, and then waved her small folding fan lightly: "Let's see, what happened!" ”

Dim lights, dirty ground, Hanks' corpse lying there in the middle of the dirty corridor, head in the direction of the exit of the black prison on the sixth floor.

Joe was wiping his hands, and he smiled, wiping his palms with a white handkerchief.

The flintlock rifle is much better than the arquebus, but when it is fired, there are still gunpowder ashes left on the hand. Joe wiped his fingernails carefully, put his hands in front of him, and sniffed carefully.

Inside the cell, Henieway screamed hysterically: "Murder, this is murder...... Shameless, shameless......"

"No, not murder, but murder of passion!" Joe turned around and playfully replied to Heniway: "I'm just on a whim, that's all, who made him speak so badly?" ”

Around the corner at the end of the corridor, Frede's high-pitched voice came: "Henivia! Hanks! ”

In the cell, Heniway, who was almost mentally broken, shook her whole body as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, and then screamed at the top of her voice: "Freret, dear, help me, help me...... Merciful Mutesta, these damned hillbillies, they killed Hanks, they killed Hanks......"

Hurried footsteps came, and Frerett hurried around the corner with a large group of attachés and appeared in front of Joe.

Hanks crouched in the corridor, a trail of blood stretching from the door of his cell to the bottom of his body.

Freret's body stiffened suddenly, and he was silent for a moment, then waved his hand forward.

Two young men dressed in traditional knights' uniforms ran up briskly and flipped Hanks's body over with a light hand, revealing his beaten upper body and his dead white face intact.

"Your Highness, it's Lord Hanks......" a knight said softly, "He, he...... He's dead! ”

Freette stared at Hanks blankly for a moment, then he jerked his head up, staring at Jo with dark gray eyes.

Jo did not show weakness, and stared at Freret.

"Whoever you are, from now on, you are my enemy." The green tendons on Freret's forehead throbbed, and he slowly, word by word, declared war on Joe: "I will completely destroy your body and soul at any cost!" ”

Joe whistled.

Threaten him?

Jo grinned, and was about to respond to Freret's threat, when the Duke of Ross had already walked up to Frerett and shouted loudly: "Your Highness, pay attention to your words and deeds, and remember your identity...... As a member of the Imperial Family, you threaten a dutiful and loyal police officer...... I will write to Her Majesty the Empress to report everything that is happening here! ”

Joe raised his eyebrows, and Ya and the family guards quietly stepped forward two steps to protect Joe behind him.

In the cell, Haniewi's frenzied cries could be heard.

"Freret, dear, they killed Hanks, it was shameless murder...... Avenge him! Avenge us! ”