Aaron awoke from nothingness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He felt a terrible pain in his back and a very dizzy head. When I opened my eyes, I felt that there was a chaotic gray in front of me. He struggled to resist the vertigo in his mind and sat up. Only then did I realize that I had slept on a slightly damp stone floor. If you look closely, it seems that the stone used is gray stone. He couldn't help but rub his eyes and looked up at the not-so-high ceiling. Through the dim light, I realized that it was also gray stone.

Aaron suddenly recalled the glass of bright red wine, and suddenly fell into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold. Thinking of Torrev and Uber and the others, I finally looked at the rather spacious room. At this time, his eyes had slowly adjusted to the dim environment, and when he squinted slightly, he saw the thick iron fence facing him. The bars were old, grey and dusty in the dusty air, making it difficult to notice. However, they used their existence to prove that Aaron was in a prison cell.

The disheartened boy hurriedly groped around himself to make sure that the little hedron and the medicine bottle that he had hidden in the lining of his clothes were still lying there, and then leaned carefully against a wall. Only then did he realize that Torrev, Yuber, and several others were hiding in the base or corner of the wall, and their ears were pressed against the stone wall, listening carefully.

Torrev had already spotted him by this time, and smiled at him. The teeth that had been white were now a blurred outline that was barely visible. The silhouette vanished, and it was clear that Torev was once again focused on his "work".

Aaron only felt very puzzled, why their group was arrested, what Uncle Torrev was doing, and what kind of person Guise was, these questions were held in his chest, and he really didn't vomit or be unhappy.

"Uncle Torreve, where are we being held?" he thought his voice was not loud, but he didn't expect it to reverberate in this silent space. The eyes of several people converged on him, and Aaron only felt tense.

Torrev was as gentle as ever, and only heard him say, "Aaron, I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly, if I'm not mistaken, this is the underground of the castle hall." ”

Hearing this, Aaron leaned his ear to the wall, and felt as if a soft wind was resisting his movements. By the time his head was completely attached to the stone wall, the touch from his skin was as cold as steel, not quite like stone. There was one more doubt in his mind, but a faint voice in his ears caught his attention.

The staccato sound of the piano penetrated his ears, interspersed with a few crisp glass crashes. Just as he couldn't resist asking another question, as a curious baby, Guise's magnetic voice came over.

"Warriors, are you satisfied with my Guise's hospitality?"

It is conceivable that when Guise said this, he must have been full of pride and his voice was loud. It's like when he entertained Aaron and the others earlier. But Aaron knew that his own little illusions were shattered.

For him, the once vicious bosses were all fierce or sinister in appearance. The evil of those people was so clearly visible that he was proud of his "long experience." When he first arrived at the castle, he was amazed by every part of this beautiful building, and the hospitality of the handsome Guise led him to classify the young nobleman as one of Uncle Torreve.

However, now the facts are clear, Brother Gongzi looks kind and kind, but his stomach is full of bad water like ink. Alun was a little depressed for a moment, and sat against the wall in vain, the cold breath irritating him through his linen clothes, which made him feel better.

At this point, Torrev stood up and went to check on the others, and a figure on one side leaned towards Aaron.

"This little wolf is really willing to spend his blood, not to mention the use of high-grade drugs, the cell is even covered with a layer of earth element, and the Yuanli spar is not cheap. Through the familiar voice, Aaron knew it was Acriel.

But the words of this kind escort made Aaron realize that this conspiracy must not be simple. Because the high cost often represents a more expensive return. This conclusion made Aaron very helpless and vaguely responded.

Akril was still talking on the sidelines, "Speaking of which, young man, you are in good health, you must know that several of our brothers are still lying down." Tsk, why don't you and me forget it in the future. ”

Akril babbled, and Torev's deep voice spoke, "Now that everyone is awake, let's sit down and discuss it together." We're in terrible trouble. ”

Akril stopped, stood up, and walked with Aaron to Torrev. In the darkness, several figures emerged from all corners, all gathered near the slightly brighter iron fence. Aaron sat down against the wall, the faint light of the aisle allowing him to see Torreve's face. The middle-aged man was a little haggard, but the slightly frowning brows of the past few days were stretched out at this moment, but the melancholy that had been implied before had turned into a serious face at this time.

"A couple of brothers have just woken up, so let's listen to our current situation and my speculation. Torreve's voice was not loud, but it sounded reassuring.

Aaron only felt that the uncle he knew seemed to have changed, but he couldn't think of any difference. By this time Torev had continued, and Alun's doubts came to him, and he hurriedly sounded word by word, not daring to be distracted by other things.

"Guise served us with high-grade drugs and locked us in the underground cell of the castle banquet hall. Moreover, the entire cell is blessed with strong earth elemental energy, and it is unbreakable, but," he paused at this point, smiled slightly, and continued: "Guise probably has never used this dungeon at all. Although this earth elemental barrier supported by Yuanli Crystal was strong, it had a small flaw. The energy around him gathered to our cell, and even reported his movements on the ground to us, but he himself could never hear the sounds of the dungeon. Uber woke up the first and discovered this little secret, so," he gave Uber a look.

Uber then said, "We should have been unconscious for no more than twelve hours, and I should have been awake for three hours." When I woke up, I heard the voices of many people above, and roughly speaking, there were at least twenty people talking. If I'm not mistaken, half of them are businessmen. Moreover, we are talking about the cooperation between our caravan and the local merchants. As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh before he came to a conclusion.

"We were replaced. ”

After the two of them spoke, everyone fell silent.

Guise was so cunning that he pretended to covet the caravan's wealth, and even deliberately made a false appearance, only to make the caravan divert its vigilance elsewhere. However, its real purpose is to use the guise of caravans to carry out unknown plots. If it weren't for the fact that this old dungeon was beyond his calculations, I am afraid that everyone would have been locked in a dark cell in a daze, and even with the idea of borrowing money to eliminate disasters, they would have become the scapegoat of ignorance. However, even if they knew that the goods were just a front, there was nothing they could do at the moment. This deep sense of powerlessness is the most frustrating.

In the dungeon, time passes slowly. Aaron didn't notice that the once amiable helpers or the not-so-dignified guards had nameless fires burning in their eyes.

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Guise looked at the drunken merchants, his handsome face was full of sunny smiles, and he couldn't see the usual gloomy expression at all. Looking at the blood-red glow from the high window, he knew the time had not yet come. Out of boredom, he raised the crystal glass and poured himself a small glass of wine.

Looking at the clear liquor, he suddenly felt that his life was like this red drink, which matured after being exposed to countless scorching suns and the ravages of wind and rain, and finally accumulated a deep foundation over time. He drank slowly, stopped looking at the staggering idiots at the table, and squinted at the other side of the main castle. There, the damned old fellow and his dearest son-in-law are staging a scene of father-son filial piety.

What a time to get sick!, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

The captain of the guards, dressed outside the door, looked at the sinking sun, raised the spear in his hand without saying a word, and the tanned boots stepped on the stone slab, making a muffled sound. The other guards silently followed him, marching to the other end of the town. The not long queue dragged out a long shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun,

When Keith drank his third glass, the light dimmed. The guards had been gone for a while, and nothing was bad. His hands trembled slightly with excitement, and his handsome face was a little hideous from the twisting. Trembling, the cup in his hand shattered into beautiful flowers on the floor.

It's a pity that you can't slaughter the old thing with your own hands, damn the rules!

After this thought, his eyes went black and he lay to the ground. The leader of the "Torrev caravan", who stood up from the table, looked at the wisp of blood flowing above Guise's head and snorted disdainfully.

One by one, the "caravan members" who had been lying on the table stood up, drew sharp swords from under the table, and drew daggers from their boots. Immediately, behind each of the merchants who were invited, a dazzling sword light swept by, and the ignorant merchants were drunk forever. Soaked in bright red blood, the red tablecloth is even more vivid. The Yuanli crystal lamp silently watched all this, but it could only radiate light endlessly, and it didn't know if it could dispel the darkness in people's hearts.

Under the milky white light, the twelve strong men silently walked towards the small room on the top floor. Behind them, the red wine-like slurry slowly soaked the gold rim of the carpet, looking extremely poignant.

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The old baron lay on the bed, silent. His hair was all gray, and his silver hair was a little unkempt at the moment, making him look very haggard. He was very sick. But looking at his eldest son, who was at his desk and looking intently at Boynt's writings, he felt a little relieved.

The old baron thought himself a good nobleman. He doesn't have a hobby of bullying the poor on the street, and he doesn't have a desire for poverty and luxury in life, but he is just more amorous. But in his opinion, it was all the other party's willingness.

If I had been able to have some ambition and go to the frontline army, I would have no regrets in life. He couldn't help but think about it.

Thinking of the army, a spike in his heart pierced the good past he wanted to continue to remember. He couldn't help but ask Cary Ryan if his most proud son had any news of his second son, Keith.

The old-looking Kari put down the "Human Nature" in his hand, walked to the bedside of his old and weak father, half-knelt down, and replied respectfully: "Father, I am very sorry, but the three slaves sent to deliver the letter have not returned. The expression on his face was so sincere, with a hint of sadness, as if he felt sorry for his father.

Baron Rondy's expression didn't change much, and he said slowly: "Forget it if there is no news, ten years have passed, and Guise is still haunted." What a grudge-holding child. ”

Kari didn't know how to answer. The old baron's usual anger now turned into a quiet whisper, which caught him off guard. He had no choice but to bow his head deeply, waiting for the baron's next move.

The old baron did not live up to his expectations, and stroked his head with a somewhat dry hand, and then let him rest. But Kari stubbornly shook his head and sat back down at his desk. The old baron, who was lying in a velvet quilt, began to be distracted again.

Kari looked up and saw that it was completely dark, and gently pressed the bell on the table. So the door to the bedroom opened, but unlike the usual gentle footsteps of the waiter, the man walked very quickly. Feeling a little annoyed, the noble prince turned his head, and what greeted him was a rough face and the fiery red sword edge that followed.

With a stabbing sound, Karri's great head flew into the air, and the blood-colored fountain splashed up a few inches high, and then faded weakly. The big man looked at the blood-colored patches on the long sword that had been roasted, and couldn't help but smile. When he looked at the old baron on the bed again, he noticed that the sick old man's eyes were wide open, but he was silent. The big man stepped forward and picked it with his sword, but the thin old thing didn't react. Only then did it confirm that the so-called baron was frightened to death because of excessive fright. Although he found it boring, he could only open the window and throw the blood-stained sword out casually. Glancing around the room again, he grabbed a gold pocket watch on the desk and walked away.

The night breeze, still slightly warm, poured in from the window, brushing the blood on the table. It didn't take long for the harsh bright red to turn into a mottled dark red, and it became inconspicuous.

In the distance, the calls of several owls were faintly heard.