Nightingale City, garrison camp prison.

An unknown minor tune sounded so out of place in this dark, damp, and even weird smell. But its owner can't do much about it, because this guy is obviously in a very good mood. His name was Glick, and he was so small that the other dungeon guards didn't have a deep impression of this colleague.

But even such a little person, I don't know what kind of good luck he had, and he actually got a good job of guarding the lowest level of the dungeon. To put it simply, he is also on duty in the dungeon, but he can get more salary, more leisurely work, and even more sumptuous meals.

Such a good thing really made the other guards blush, but they could only curse a few words in their hearts, can they still question the warden?well, unless you want to change the title of guard to prisoner, then go ahead, no one will stop you.

Glick certainly didn't hear the grumbling complaints, and he was shuffling his lazy steps, with a tray in his hand, towards his post at the bottom of the dungeon. As he did, the fresh bread on the tray and the bowl full of stewed meat emitted a seductive scent that attracted many prisoners to the point where their heads were stuck in the cracks between the wooden bars of their cells.

They twitched their noses, and their eyes radiated a crazy gaze, looking like hungry wild dogs. It was not until the end of the cell that the emaciated prisoners stopped their followers, and could only stretch out their arms to the fading food, as if to leave a scent to fill their shriveled bellies.

Descending from one level to the next, Glick finally saw the iron door that brought him good luck, and the other partner who had been assigned to it standing next to him. "Open the door, Chara, it's time for the 'master' inside! ”

"What's the menu today? Let me guess, grilled fish or leg of lamb......? When did the prisoner's rations become so moisturized? I even want to change with him!" Chara laughed as she moved his "bamboo pole-like" body aside, inserted the key at his waist into the keyhole and twisted it hard, and the heavy iron door made a low "click" sound.

"I'll advise you to forget it......" Grek nodded as he ordered some food from the tray, "If it's for good food, it's a bit too much, my friend." ”

Chala grabbed the handle and pulled hard, opening a small gap in the iron door. "For the sake of the Lord God, it's just a joke, I haven't lived enough!" he said, taking a large piece of bread from the tray with his thin palm, and dipping it vigorously in a wooden bowl and putting it into his mouth. "Oooh...... Look at this little lamb!, damn it, I almost bit my tongue!" he said with a handful of juice from the corner of his mouth, unusually satisfied.

"Take more, my old fellow, there's no one else here!You know, the 'old man' in there can't eat much, haha!" Gorrik piled a few pieces of lamb stew on the bread and stuffed them to Chara, "and after eating this meal, I'm afraid we're going to leave!"

"So fast, is the carriage ready?" said Chara, taking the food and tossing a piece of lamb into her mouth.

Glick nodded. "It's all set. ”

"Well, for the sake of this last meal...... I wish him a pleasant meal......" Chara said vaguely, smacking the gravy from her fingers.

"Well said, I wish him a nice meal, haha!" Grek laughed and nodded, and walked into the dungeon.

The dim light dimmed Gorrik's vision slightly, but the oncoming ** and the stench soon made him spit unconsciously. "Look at the damn smell......" he glanced at the figure hanging from the wall in disgust, "it's time to eat, dear 'sir'...... But I guess you don't have much of an appetite, do you?" he sat down under the torch and lowered the tray straight to the ground, without the slightest hint of leaning in.

"Today's dinner is toast and lamb stew, and of course, a glass of berry wine!" Grek said, pointing to the food on the tray, "Well, this isn't a Dungeon Guard's dinner!" Of course, I want to thank you, thanks to you, Charak and I have gained a lot of weight over the past month, haha. ”

The figure on the wall remained motionless, as if dead. His head hung low, strands of greasy hair obscuring his bloodstained face. The unsightly rags hung in emaciated and unusually emaciated bodies, and some of them had stuck together with the dried blood, to the point where they could not be distinguished.

His legs were pressed together, and the soles of his smudged feet collapsed limply on the ground in an extremely twisted pose. The two arms, which were chained straight up, were densely covered with countless blood marks and wounds, large and small. The wounds spread upward, eventually carving a hideous cut into the slightly deformed wrist. Disgusting juice and black blood flowed from the opened tendons, even staining the handcuffs with a thick layer of black.

Sovereign is alive, but only alive. All notions of time, life, hope, and all that are associated with beauty are stripped from this body, shattered in dark corners, and finally scattered into ashes. There is no day or night, no light in his world, and all memories are frozen in that moment - the moment when the familiar and strange figure left here, and he drank the poison made of "betrayal".

Some people say that if even death is a luxury, then this person is only numbness, and a heart that does not feel pain and has long withered.

Not far away, Grek was enjoying a hearty dinner on his own, the crumbs of bread mixed with the gravy hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his features pulled by his large chewing made for a disgusting ugly look. "Hiccup...... Haha, I wouldn't have been able to eat this delicious meal without you!" Gorrik burped, raised his glass and took a long sip, shouting at Essauvilland in exuberance.

The silence apparently didn't dampen Glick's good spirits, or that he didn't expect any reply from the prisoner. "The Lord God is above...... Hiccup, don't say I didn't give you dinner! I can't afford to be guilty of that!" he drank the wine from his glass and tossed it into the tray. Then he struggled to his feet, wiped the scraps of meat from the wooden bowl with the small piece of bread that was left, and walked over to Essaouiran.

"Eat, don't waste it!" he grabbed Soverain's chin with one hand, and shoved the small piece of bread into his mouth with the other. "Cherish it, my friend, this is probably your last dinner in Nightingale!" he said, wiping his hand a few times from his robe, not wanting to get any stinky dirt or blood.

Hearing Glick's words, Soveland's body moved imperceptibly, and a hoarse syllable came from his throat. "Uh......"

"Speak up! For the sake of the Lord God! you have spoken up!" said Soviran's movements, which surprised Glick, as if he had discovered the most interesting thing. "I thought you were just a panting stone! Well, you didn't even shout after being tortured by the 'old bloody hand' for more than ten days......!

Gorrik said, but was caught by something else. "What is this? Why didn't I notice it before?" he pulled a silver-white necklace from Solveland's neck, and an oak emblem pendant made of white gold shone with a luxurious luster in the faint light of the dungeon's fire. "This ...... That's a good thing......" Gorrik swallowed hard, his hand slamming into the necklace to pull the necklace off Sauvera's neck.

Suddenly, the prisoner, who looked like a dead man in Glick's eyes, yelled and pounced like a madman, biting the palm of his hand that was holding the necklace. "Ahhh......h "Release! Release! Release for me!" the raining fists kept swinging and falling, bringing out bursts of blood splatters, "You filthy death row prisoner! The lord has served you for a whole month!

With a final thud, Soveland's head was smashed to the side, and Glick added another kick as if he hadn't subsided in anger, kicking Sovereign back to the wall. "Fuck off...... Damn fool!" he shouted and took two steps back, looking again at the necklace wrapped around his hand and the wound that had been bitten open by Sovereign. "Dare to bite me! Lord God, your good days are coming to an end!"

"What's wrong, Glick?" Çala outside the door rushed in.

Glick was stunned and immediately hid the necklace in his pocket. "How dare this damn thing bite me! Damn!" he shook his bloody palm, then pulled out his handkerchief and wrapped it around the wound briefly. "Let me smash a few punches and suffer a little, now I'm honest!"

"Is he alright?" asked Charra, a little worried, "The Warden can let us save his life!

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, Glick grabbed Solveland's head. By the light of the torches on the wall, Soveland's mouth was filled with dark red blood, and a hole was made at the corner of his mouth, but the blue eyes projected a devouring coldness.

"No, it's fine......" Gorrik said as he let go of his palm and stammered a little, his heart fluttering with the horror of the gaze. "Come and help me, now that he's finished eating, let's get going. I don't want to be reprimanded by the warden for leaving late. ”

"Alright, alright......" Chara agreed.

Soon, with the movements of the two of them, Soveland, who was unhandcuffed, was put in the middle by them, one left and one right, and walked out of the cell where he had been imprisoned for a whole month. Although the stench that rushed into their nostrils made Gorrik and Chara retch, the thought of the benefits promised by the warden and the gold coins already in his pockets immediately became insignificant.

Slowly ascending the steps, a long back pulled out behind Soveland's slumped feet. Many of the dungeon's inmates fell to the edge of their cells, curious to see what the hapless man was like when he was fished out of the bottom. But when they saw Soveland's scarred body, they all gasped and closed their mouths unusually honestly.

Just as they reached the top floor of the dungeon and were about to walk out of the dungeon gate, a sudden change of events caused a small wave in this peaceful escort.

One of the prisoners suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed Soveland's ankle with a loud scream, and Glick and Chara were stunned, apparently caught off guard. "Let go, fool, do you want to die!" Çara roared, kicking the deranged prisoner.

With a "snap", the prisoner's arm was hit hard, but instead of letting go, he clenched it tighter. "Come and help me, guys, this guy is crazy!" Grek shouted to a few guards not far away, and soon, four or five guards rushed together.

"Chop off this guy's arm!" one of the guards drew his sword and slashed straight at the prisoner's arm that was holding Sovereign. There was a "dang" sound, and several sparks burst from the sword on the ground, and the prisoner's arm was already retracted, and he was hunched back a few steps, shrinking into the dark corner.

"You're in luck! or I'd like to have some fun on this boring night!" haha......" The guard said as the other colleagues burst into laughter. Glick and Chara cursed a few words, and carried Essaoweran through the gate and out of the garrison dungeon.

The smiling guards gradually dispersed, and what had just happened was just a small episode. But the prisoner, huddled in the corner of the cell, stretched as hard as if he didn't care. With the explosion of a series of bones as his body was slowly straightened, the other prisoners in the same cell as him trembled and huddled together and leaned against the wall on the other side. They stared at the prisoner's figure as if they were looking at the devil, their eyes filled with irrepressible fear.

To be honest, none of the guys who can be locked up in the dungeon can have anything to do with the word good, they are a group of real villains. But it is unbelievable that such a group of guys would be afraid of another person.

The prisoner sighed a little boredly. "Don't be nervous, friends, I shouldn't be bothering you for too long......" His voice was extremely lazy but very good, but this so-called "good" had a creepy coldness and indifference.

As if confirming the conjectures of the other prisoners, the next moment, they suddenly felt a chill, and even their scalps exploded. Because on the man's hand, a bloodless eyeball appeared.