"No, these are people who owe you allegiance, and you can't burn them. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Seeing the banquet hall fall silent, the Imperial Prime Minister Elio stepped forward and bowed.

The little king, who did not like his uncle, took resent from his mother's arms, and grabbed a handful of her hair—the red bun was loosened, making Lelia's face even more gloomy.

"Good son, if you burn here, you won't have a place to play. The Queen Mother appeased Liepang, which was a response.

She laid down the king, straightened the hem of her clothes, turned to the kneeling sorcerer, and announced: "The true god Osiris is above, and witnesses the mercy of our lord, and forgives all of them without guilt." ”

Odin fell half-kneeling on the ground and thanked the king.

Then, the Queen Mother asked, "Warlock, what is your name and where do you come from?"

The gray-robed young man humbly replied: "Your Majesty, my despised name is Dis, and my family was originally a farmer who had been cultivating the land for generations, and my father devoutly served the true God, and sent me to the Imperial Capital Seminary, drank the water of the holy spring, went through tribulations, and became a monk. ”

"Without any background, I was bullied at the seminary and ended up being framed by a class of noble monks, who made a mistake and were expelled from the Sanctuary. The family was in debt, and his father was dead and unable to repay, so he ...... I am deeply ashamed. ”

"Who's your mentor?" asked Lelia.

"Don't dare to insult the name of the teacher. Odin buried his head even lower.

"Say!" said the Queen Mother, who showed her majesty - if the warlock did not answer, she dragged him out for execution.

The gray-robed man was shocked and replied, "Back to Your Majesty, the Venerable Master is Archmage Corelli. ”

Relia was satisfied, and she ordered the attendant to tear off the warlock's tattered gray robes, put on a clown hood, and put on a colorful brocade decoration, and the little king screamed with joy: "Trick!

Lelia comforted her son: "Don't worry, he will be your courtier in the future, and he can sing whenever you want." ”

The king pursed his lips aggrievedly: "Then I will call him a fire warlock from now on." ”

The clown bowed his head, looking very embarrassed.

Then Odin was escorted down in chains and in his comical costume, shouting as he went, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Lelia gently touched her son's head and said to him, "Look, Repon, you have forgiven a sinner. ”

The little king did not understand, but he was very happy, and with his mouth drooling, he replied, "Mother, I want meat." ”

The tumultuous dinner continued, the waiters pulled the four iron prisons out, the carpet was re-laid out, and the banquet hall was lit with incense and spices, but the smell of blood lingered.

People were still laughing and talking, but the atmosphere became very eerie. The ministers were all in danger, and the once stable faction suddenly became wavering.

The most obvious was Nicholas, the Lord Chancellor, who had been surrounded by many people to applaud his erudition, but now very few - also vassals of the city of Bellin, with whom he had spoken politely. Some of the forces of other city-states, who had to meet to salute because of the crowding, also deliberately moved away.

Instead, several construction governors loyal to Fukaya came to him to consult him about the sale of noble domains.

Lelia watched the dinner with King Repon Stanley in her arms and her prime minister's brother, and she was keenly aware that Nikolai of Belle Grove had broken away from the crowd, that Mark Duna of Celestial City was surrounded by women, and that Pele Sieri of Cisse was surrounded by knights.

The suspicious and sensitive Queen Mother frowned again.

Leaving the banquet hall, Odin was escorted to the cellar of the Golden Palace. No matter how magnificent and ornate the building, the underground is the same - the same sewage flowing, the same cramped clutter.

He was sent into a secret room in the cellar, only twenty paces square, but it was packed with a mess of trinkets, props, toolboxes, weapon racks, and so on.

As far as the eye can see, there are about thirty or forty people crammed into this cramped space, and each person can probably only be allocated space with their butts touching the ground.

And these people were all sorts of people, some were blind, some had their noses cut, their hands were broken, their legs were broken, some were dressed like alien shamans, some looked like barbarians, some had a half-burned head that was charcoal black, and another was pierced through the chest by an arrow, and it was said that if they were pulled out, they would die, but they did not seem to be infected or disabled, but they took up a little more space.

Odin, dressed as a clown, was shoved in, and the iron door slammed shut.

Naturally, he understood that these were all the king's courtiers, concentration camps for the most vicious prisoners in the empire.

The large, half-melted man approached him and cracked his mouth—barely a tooth, with the skeleton and roots exposed.

"What are you going to perform? Didn't you come in because of this funny costume?" said the big man, his voice like a hole in a brass pipe.

The rest laughed in favor, some deliberately kicking Odin, others picking up swords and daggers from their weapon racks - no scars were visible on the surface anyway, and no one paid attention to them.

These people were fiercely hostile to the newcomers - which meant that the interest of the nobles and the king's family in them had waned, and they were one step closer to death.

Every day people died, the bodies were scratched, the wounds were infected, the pus was stinking, and no one could find out where the injuries came from, and the corpse movers silently carried them out.

A grotesque Assassin with a blade in his hand ready to pull out Odin's intestines from the front, while the crowd raised their fists or daggers and squeezed the clown to the cell door.

The rules here are much the same as in the outside world, but simpler - these guys have no brains, they only believe in force, they only need to deal with them with the methods of inferior demons or beasts, and Odin certainly knows the power of intimidation.

"I'm a warlock. Odin replied, and the clown's mouth on his hood bent upwards until it reached the base of his ear.

"Yes, there was a warlock last time - he recited the incantation for a long time, and finally he was stabbed a dozen times, and died in two days. An old man without a nose sneered as the assassin's blade was pressed against Odin's abdomen.

"I don't need to chant mantras. The expression on the clown's hood became even more exaggerated, and the eyes and mouth became threads and joined together.

As he spoke, the Assassin noticed that the blade was already in the Joker's hand and was facing his abdomen, and those who were preparing to attack Odin were horrified to find a dark red fire beneath their feet.

Odin slashed hard, and the assassin's stomach cracked open, and his intestines and blood poured out. The assassin clutched his stomach in terror, shuddering and thrusting his intestines back, his face growing paler and whiter, before he leaned back and smashed on the heads and shoulders of several men, red and pink bands sliding out and falling on them.

Even the most vicious people can't help but take two steps back when they see this scene. A small chamber surrounded Odin, and a clearing appeared.

The dark red flames crept all over the ground, and almost everyone's pants were set on fire, and because of the cramped space, these evildoers had nowhere to escape but to squeeze and twist desperately - but the flames were not extinguished, and the heat of the cloth soon spread to the calves, and the soles of the feet were already like stepping on a red-hot iron.

"Don't mess with me, or you'll all die. The man in the clown hood said, his eyes wide open.

These vicious men squirmed in a panic, trying to extinguish the flames, while staring viciously at the warlock in front of them, dozens of people were locked up in the secret room, and no one was silent.

Odin was given a three-step square vacancy - the best treatment in the crowd. He didn't seem to feel the heat of the flames, and sat down against the wall, closing his eyes.