Looking at Tang San, who was angry but endured, the serious man still had the same expression, but a sneer appeared in his heart.

'These soul masters and nobles from outside Camelot will always be this rotten virtue. ’

Of course, the ridicule in his heart is ridicule, this will not affect the verdict of Tang San, and the oath taken by the serious man also guarantees that he must be fair and cannot dispose of prisoners arbitrarily because of emotions.

"Attempted murder, disturbing public order in the streets, according to Camelot's existing law, you should be betrayed and sent to the Far North for five years.

"But you are a foreigner and do not know the laws of Camelot, so you will be sentenced lightly.

"Change to two months of labor camp, and you don't have to go to the Far North, and after serving your sentence, you will be expelled from Camelot immediately!"

Tang San was in a hurry, what kind of thing is a labor reform, there are still two months in prison, he can't bear it for a day!

But resistance was now unresistible, and he finally used the wisdom of his god-king.

"I'll make a bet with you, if I win, let me go. If I lose, I plead guilty and the sentence is doubled. ”

The serious man looked at Tang San with mentally retarded eyes, ignoring him, bet? What cerebral palsy, the law is a casual bet and a joke?

With a wave of his hand, another knight next to him walked over, forcibly pressed Tang San's hand, and pressed his handprint on the verdict.

Immediately afterwards, the knight dragged Tang San away, but on the way, Tang San kept shouting: "Do you dare to bet with me, you coward, do you dare to bet with me!" ”

Then Tang San was dragged into another room and forcibly pressed to a chair, and another knight came over with a pair of scissors and razors.

Tang San, who had words in his mouth, stopped shouting in horror, because he felt it, and his head was cool!

His ocean-like blue hair, woman-like hair, is now gone! It's not yet, but sooner or later, it's going to be like that, and it's disappearing with the movement of a razor.

"What are you going to do, you can't do this!"

Tang San screamed in horror.

"Don't move! What to do if you hurt your head! ”

The knight next to him held Tang San down, and at the same time, out of duty, he impatiently explained to Tang San: "This is my Camelot rule, every prisoner must shave his hair. ”

"You are insulting my dignity, you are ignoring my dignity."

The knight finally couldn't help it anymore and knocked Tang San unconscious.

It was finally quiet, every prisoner from the criminal place who came from outside would be like this, but it was the first one like Tang San who shouted so loudly.

The prisoner has the dignity of a fart, and Camelot has done a good enough job.

Tang San woke up again and opened his eyes again.

It's still that cell, it's still the fat pig that made Tang San suffer the first shame in his three lives.

And seeing this fat pig who made him suffer great humiliation, Tang San was angry again, I can't cure Camelot's people, and I can't cure you A fat pig who is also a prisoner?

The fat man didn't pay attention to Tang San, who was already eager to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, but just threw the sanitary tools for cleaning the cell in front of Tang San.

"Young man, you made all the big smells, you can't expect me to clean it alone."

Tang San didn't care, he just stared at the fat pig angrily, and at the same time prepared to use his secret weapon, even if the sentence was increased, he would take revenge!

The disciples of the Tang Sect will take revenge if they have revenge!

Then he found that his twenty-four bridges were gone, and his sleeve arrows were gone.

His outfit was also changed into a white dress, and there was a word "prisoner" on his chest.

At the same time, his soul power can't be sensed.

In other words, he's just an ordinary little boy now.

"Don't think about resisting, as soon as the verdict comes, the knights of Camelot will give the prisoner a skill called the Holy Light Seal.

"This skill can seal a person's soul power martial soul, and it won't help us unlock it until the end of the sentence."

This fat man rarely gave Tang San a popular science.

Tang San didn't listen, he was now full of hatred and anger, and he couldn't listen either, he just struggled to walk towards the fat man.

"You can't listen to people, do you?"

The man frowned, looked at Tang San, whose eyes were bloodshot and walked towards him, and smashed it with a punch.

How can an eleven-year-old boy who has been sealed with martial soul soul power withstand a punch from an adult, or a man with a relatively heavy tonnage.

Tang San's other eye also darkened.

Tang San, who had been hit hard, had finally calmed down, and now, both of his eyes were swollen.

"Clean it up, I'll have to live in this cell for a long time in the future."

The man didn't care about Tang San's state, and forcibly stuffed the sanitary tools to Tang San.

Tang San held a broom and mop in his hand, speechless.

'Baba, come and save me!' ’

What is Tang Hao doing at this time?

He's running for his life covered in blood, and to find out why he's the way he is, let's turn back the timeline.

Not long ago, there was a giant wolf standing in the air in front of Tang Hao, a giant wolf that had cultivated for almost 100,000 years.

There was also a middle-aged man with two dark circles standing on the wolf's back, he was the lord of Rongping City, and he was a paladin.

The city lord of Rongping looked at the man in front of him with a solemn face, he was dealing with government affairs just now, if it wasn't for the momentary fluctuation of his breath, he wouldn't have realized that he had infiltrated Rongping City with a title.

The earth-shattering wolf howl just now was a reminder from his soul beast companion after discovering this title.

What's more, the man in the cloak in front of him knew that he had bad intentions at a glance, and he was only a Templar now, and his soul beast companions around him were only nearly 100,000 years old.

Paladin's combat effectiveness cannot be judged from the perspective of traditional soul masters, they are generally quite capable of fighting, this is the consensus on the continent now.

But no matter how much it is exceeded, there is a limit, a Templar who is about the same level as the Soul Saint, and a soul beast that is less than 100,000 years old, is called Title Douluo, it is more difficult to say that it is good, and it is called a hammer to beat if it is ugly, so hurry up.

But he can't run, it's not that he doesn't want to run, he really runs, it's still more difficult for a Titled Douluo to stop him A paladin who is good at speed.

If it was a wild encounter, he really ran away, and although the Paladin's virtue had the rule of bravery, he did not encourage the recklessness of seeing the enemy and did not care about it, on the contrary, he despised this kind of behavior.

But he is now in Rongping City, and there are countless Camelot residents below, he ran away, he doesn't think that this unkind Title Douluo will let go of Rongping City below.

Tang Hao also looked at the paladin in front of him with a complicated expression.

Tang Hao is actually very good at hiding, otherwise he wouldn't have been wanted by the Martial Spirit Hall for more than two years, and he was still bouncing outside.

When he followed Tang Sanyu Xiaogang to Camelot, no one actually noticed him, even if his broken cloak was so eye-catching, no one found him, and Camelot, the atmosphere of the whole people's rising sun, did not find him.

The reason why he was perceived by a paladin who was far inferior to himself was because he saw a scene that Tang San had experienced.

The scene when I woke up when I first went to prison.