Facing the iron prison, Odin did not hesitate to step forward in a few steps, and the guard closed the cell door in grief. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Odin looked calm, and the chains locked him tightly in prison, leaving room for free movement. This half of the iron prison can only accommodate a distance of five steps, and you can reach the top of the prison with your hand stretched out. The male lion was a fist away from him, and there was an unstable iron fence in the middle.

The lion roared, baring its yellowed teeth at him, its golden mane standing up like needles and glistening in the sunlight, its pupils shrunk into a thin line—a reaction to its prey, and it roared as it paced back and forth on the other side of the cage.

Odin sat down and looked at the blue sky, the neat cypress trees, and the sunlit fountain. He lowered the hood from his gray robe and reclined against the edge of the cage, looking like he was asleep.

"Warlock, save me, help me!"

A cry came from the iron prison on the right - it was the voice of a "mouse", it was Odin's roommate in the dungeon, his legs were weak, and when the lion on opposite him moved, he trembled, his nose turned red, his face turned pale, and his voice became as sharp and thin as a woman. He would cry and scream, and the fierceness he had seen in prison disappear completely.

"Shut up, didn't you say you're a killer?!" From the iron prison to Odin's left, there was the cry of "wolf fang", several times louder than usual, like a bell, but it couldn't hide the trilling sound in the cry.

"I'm going to bite off the lion's neck!" cried out as the wolf teeth glared and gasped, as if that would drive away the fear, but the cellar still trembled.

In the iron cage farthest away from Odin, there was actually a broken tooth, his face was gray, sometimes he recited the ode that he had never read seriously in his life, sometimes he whispered to himself, muttering vaguely, after tonight, the old man will be free, free......

However, the foul snort of the lion on the opposite side sprayed on him, and he took a few steps backwards and crashed into the edge of the cell.

After an afternoon of exposure to the scorching sun, the prisoners, who had not yet eaten a drop of water, had already exhausted their strength in the roar, until the sun had set, and the blood-like clouds had stained the whole sky, and they could no longer cry, and sat on the car with dead faces.

The candelabra of the entire Golden Palace was lit, and the remaining light reflected the golden red brilliance of the majestic court, making it look as if the entire ground was burning. A group of attendants stepped into the rays of the setting sun to the palace gardens, decorating the iron prisons and vehicles with plastered plaster carvings and brocades.

Then the wheels turned slowly, and along the golden afterglow, they were pulled into an arch so tall that they could not see the whole picture.

Behind the arch was an astonishingly large banquet hall, which could accommodate an entire phalanx of cavalry, and the shouts could even echo in the banquet hall.

Seeing the iron prison being moved into the hall, cheers swelled out, drowning out the long resonance of the organ.

And Odin, who was sitting in the iron prison, opened his eyes because of the noise. He looked at the center of the hall, where the richly dressed courtiers were sitting or standing in twos and threes, holding their glasses, waiting for the banquet program to begin.

Sitting in the center was little King Repon Stanley, who was only seven years old, and because he was born with a difficult birth, his whole face looked a little strange, his eyes were almost glued together, and his mouth was tilted to one side.

He wears a silver cape, and a ruby crown stands above his head like a short branch. Sitting in a gilded oak chair with a silver knife in his hand, Repon was slicing a chop to pieces, his mouth stained with red wine.

The king's mother, Lelia Stanley, sat next to him, and she had no children after a difficult birth, so she regarded Repon as if she were her life. Lelia was dressed in golden and red brocade, an emerald crown, a plump breast, a thin face, turquoise eyes like a falcon, and red hair in a bun.

She had a serious expression, it was hard to imagine the smile on her face, and she looked around coldly, gently wiping the stains from the little king's mouth from time to time.

The young man with the Silver Eagle badge embroidered on his chest, and the same green-eyed and red-haired man standing next to the mother and son, is Lelia's younger brother, the second in line to the throne of Silver Eagle City, and the current Prime Minister Elio Parton.

Not far away was Judge Nicholas Gluck, who had an extraordinary appearance and a badge embroidered on his chest, the younger brother of the Lord of Bailin.

To the right of the Chancellor sat a middle-aged man with a sleek silhouette, wearing a lion badge and a grim expression - he was the newly promoted General Staff of the City of Cisse in place of the Ice Soul City Lord, Bailey Sieri of Cisse.

Standing to the left of the Chancellor is the Home Secretary, Mark Duna, from Starcity, with light brown curly hair, polite and suave, and a rich history of love affairs with many aristocratic women.

And Chancellor of the Exchequer Evan Hall can only stand in a corner, left out in the cold.

These were the five important ministers who made up the King's Imperial Council, and the other ministers gathered around this center, flattering and laughing - they knew that the banquet was a light-hearted occasion and an important moment to give advice, seek profits, and win over factions, but they must be enterprising and light-hearted, and must not spoil the atmosphere of the banquet.

Odin sat in the iron cage, watching these people coming and going, and carefully observed the spiritual sea of several important people.

The little king ate the steak and rolled his eyes around until he finally spotted this different prisoner. He shouted, "Mommy, Mommy, look, that man is wearing a mage's gray cloak!"

Queen Mother Lelia showed a rare kind expression, and whispered to her son: "Only those who serve the true gods and master the divine power can be called mages and monks, and this evil prisoner of unknown origin can only be called a warlock." ”

"Warlock!" cried the little king excitedly, gravy and red wine sticking to his teeth, as if he had just drunk a mouthful of blood.

When all the four iron prisons were placed, and the organ finished playing the magnificent "Glory, My King!" and the brisk 44-beat Jiahe dance music, the red-haired and blue-eyed Queen Mother stood up with her son, who was still chewing on the steak in his mouth.

"The true God Osiris is upon Him, bearing witness of the mercy of our king, and the forgiveness of the sins of sinners. The Queen Mother announced: "Take up your swords and fight for your freedom!"

There was a burst of cheers in the banquet hall, and the little king crooked his mouth and said, "Freedom!

Immediately afterward, the palace guards opened the iron prison, put a mask on Broken Tooth with the appearance of former King Turing Stanley, stuffed him with a long sword, and slammed the door shut.

Broken Tooth was on the verge of collapse, and he shouted, the red and black glaze on his mask flashed in the firelight, and the chains on his body were thrown violently.

The two guards climbed to the top of the cage and pulled the iron fence out together, shouting in unison--glory-glory-glory-glory, setting aside the barriers that had kept people and beasts at bay.

The lion was already hungry, and before Broken Tooth could hold his sword steady, he pounced on him, and his strong front paws tore a piece of flesh out of the prisoner's chest!

"Eat, eat, eat!" said the little king, excited by the battle, and shouted a monophonetic word. The four ministers of the Imperial Council watched coldly, and only the Secretary of State smiled and clapped his hands. The rest of the courtiers were stimulated by this bloody scene, either pretending to be true or real, and shouted loudly.

Seeing that the lion's teeth were on the side of his face, he didn't know where he got the courage, so he took up his long sword and stabbed it into the lion's jaw - this sword was fast and fierce, but unfortunately it was not accurate, and only pulled a mark out of the thick muscle, which made the beast even more angry.

The lion pressed him under his feet with one claw, and in pain he broke his teeth and lost his sword, but subconsciously used his fist to block - this big fist that he was proud of, was bitten off by the lion, and blood flew out.

The battle was so exciting, the little king struck the porcelain plate with a silver knife, and the pieces of meat were chopped to pieces, and the fine white porcelain shattered into pieces, splashing the hands of the former prime minister.

"Eat, eat, eat!" the little king continued to shout, eliciting a burst of applause.

Broken Tooth raised another fist, which was also bitten off, and he twisted violently, but the chains were tangled. Without hesitation, the lion bit down, the head of the broken tooth was gone, the blood poured like paint on the carpet, and the mask of the former king rolled to the side, the red and black colors covered with a slimy red.

"Turing has no head! Turing has no head!" said the little king, who rose from his chair with joy, jumped to the table, and danced with his hands, not realizing that he was calling his father by his name.

The Queen Mother, Lelia, stood up with a blank face and took Repon into her arms.

There was a brief silence in the banquet hall - no one dared to applaud first. Finally, Prime Minister Elio broke the silence and clapped his hands three times.

Immediately afterward, applause and cheers lingered in the hall like thunder and rain.