A pale face peeked out of the dark doorway.

It was a mask-like, expressionless face, wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and a blood-stained left hand carrying a large iron tong half a man tall. This style of iron pincer Lydia had seen in the Ice Wolf Dungeon for a long time, and it seemed to be torture to strangle the ribs one by one.

A chill had begun to run down her spine.

With a single gesture, Finks and the young man immediately walked out respectfully, leaving the room alone with the indifferent man walking slowly towards Lydia.

Even though Lydia was a battle-hardened person, as a person who couldn't move at the moment, she only felt the uneasiness and fear in her heart gushing out, quickly overwhelming her. She used to be sharp-toothed, but now she can't say a word.

The expressionless face leaned down, carefully observing Lydia's limbs from head to toe.

Again.

Twice.

Three times.

What does he want to do? Will you be tortured in the Ice Wolf Castle again? At the thought of this, Lydia shivered as if she were lying on the ice. Remembering the unbearable pain and torment, tears crept down her cheeks.

This time, I really can't stand it.

Lydia bit her lip and said loudly, "I admit it, I'm a traverser, please kill me!" She wanted to defend something, but after glancing at the big iron tongs, she gave up struggling again: "Are you trying to torture me?" Do you start with a finger or a tooth? ”

"Torture?" A look of disdain appeared on the mask's face, and the man Finks called not smiling looked at Lydia proudly, as if he were reprimanding the most incompetent servant, "Stupid. ”

It's not for torture, so what is his purpose?

An even more terrifying shadow arose in Lydia's heart, and she remembered the rumors in the Church of the Divine Capital: the Red Pavilion would torture female captives to cripples, defile them, and sell them as living playthings in the taverns of the Abandoned Capital. As a result, many of the female knights of the Shendu prepared suicide daggers, intending to kill themselves before they fell into the hands of their enemies. Lydia looked left and right, unable to find a sharp weapon that could be inserted into her heart, not to mention that her hands and feet were still bound by the soul shackles of Ice Wolf Castle, and she was as helpless as fish on a chopping board.

The gloomy man groaned for a moment, and a soul flame suddenly appeared on his body. Before Lydia could react, she saw him quickly pick up the large iron pliers and cut her wrist with all his might! Lydia held back her screams and closed her eyes in fear, ready for the excruciating pain!

The expected pain was long overdue.

Lydia heard the crunch of metal breaking, and the soul shackles that had been binding her were forcibly torn off by this iron tong? She squinted and peeked, not smiling, and with arrogant and contemptuous eyes, she looked at the inscription on the shackles, "Demon inscription, waste." ”

Someone can forcibly cut the shackles of soul magic? That's something that even the Grand Magus can't do easily.

Lydia looked incredulously at not smiling, then at her freed body, and staggered to her feet and sat up. But with a little exertion, she felt pain from every inch of skin and every bone, as if hundreds of sticks were beating her at the same time.

She had apparently forgotten that it would be a miracle to be able to recover like this in two weeks, and it was wishful thinking to get back to her feet.

"Don't be pushy." A soul flame faintly flashed on the fingertips of those who didn't smile, and with just a snap of their fingers, it instantly paralyzed Lydia's nerves.

Lydia's pain relaxed as if she had been taken away, and the exhaustion came over her, and her brain gradually lost sensation and went limp. As she was confused, she seemed to hear someone talking.

"Don't laugh, I still don't understand, why did we come thousands of miles to save her?"

"She's saved a lot of people."

"I don't understand, she's not one of ours. She won't help us find our 'Red Pavilion' home either. ”

"It doesn't matter."

"Okay, but she's still a 'princess', and a time-traveler?"

"So what."

"But ......"

"Samani, don't be angry."

She finally lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was greeted by the chirping of birds. Lydia quickly opened her eyes, only to find that she was still in the cave, except for an Asian girl with sheep's horns wiping her body with a hot towel. And those vivid voices came out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid, Shirley is not a sea monster." She stood up with a smile and limped to get a few scones.

This time Lydia was able to sit up and was even happier that she was finally able to eat food other than gruel. Although the burnt pancakes were not delicious, Lydia had long been accustomed to life in this world and ate three in the blink of an eye.

"I'm worried that a princess like you will be a picky eater." Shirley Gege laughed, "It's your fate." ”

Lydia's mouth suddenly stopped chewing on the pancake and looked at Shirley suspiciously.

"If you don't eat it, I'll tie you up and throw you in the snow to freeze for two days."

Lydia choked a little.

"Don't be afraid, he's a weirdo, but he won't hurt you." Shirley fetched a kettle and handed it to Lydia, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have flipped the table and decided to save you." ”

Lydia blushed before swallowing what was in her mouth, "Flip the table? What do you mean? ”

"It's literal." A strange smile appeared on Shirley's face, "His thoughts are too profound, and those elders can't understand it at all." But he didn't like to explain, so he flipped the table and took us to the Ice and Snow Empire. ”

Lydia's mind immediately conjured up the scene of the black cloak standing in the middle of the council hall, constantly criticized and refuted by the people around her, but remained silent. It wasn't until he threw the table away with a bang, and even grabbed some people's necks, that the others shut up. Thinking of this spectacular and shocking scene, Lydia couldn't help but sigh: "Is he really a weirdo, he likes to use violence to persuade others?" ”

Shirley held out two fingers, "No, it's the second time for you." ”

"It's an honor...... Lydia laughed, "what is the other time?" ”

"It was many years ago, when the former owner, Uncle Martin, gathered all the patriarchs......" Lydia was surprised as soon as Shirley spoke. In her opinion, the Red Pavilion is just a nest of bandits, and there are even so-called elders. Could it be that it is also divided into the upper and lower houses, and the ruling and opposition parties are engaged in the separation of powers.

“…… At that time, the leaders of the eighteen tribes of the Wild Sand were all present, intending to search for the legendary 'Red Pavilion Secret Collection' together. I didn't expect to leave without laughing and kicking over the table, and many popular people showed their weapons on the spot and were about to come up and fight hard. Although it is about the past, Shirley still seems to be a little afraid.

"Why?" Lydia asked curiously.

"No one understands the idea of not laughing, only that he hates the 'Red Pavilion Secret' and doesn't even allow us to mention it." Shirley shook her head and smiled ashamedly, "Actually, we don't understand, we just know to listen to his arrangement." ”

"You really believe that weirdo." Lydia pulled up a strip of cloth and tied it in a high ponytail.

"Of course." Shirley continued to smirk, "He must have a way to prove that the 'Red Pavilion Secret Collection' is fake, but he just didn't bother to explain it to fools like us." ”

"Why does it have to be fake?" Lydia suddenly laughed mischievously, "Maybe it's true?" ”

Shirley touched Lydia's forehead in surprise to see if her brain was burned out, "Is there really anything wrong with the treasure?" ”

"All good things are often not good." Lydia stroked her ponytail, "Doesn't that sound nice that the country I was in in my previous life used to have the most wealth in the world?" ”

Shirley nodded enviously, "Then you must be living a rich life......

"We have been invaded by a coalition of eight countries."

Shirley's mouth was wide open, but she couldn't speak.

"Rich countries breed greedy and incompetent rulers, our weapons are broken, our soldiers are poisoned, and there is no combat power at all. The robbers marched in, looting treasures, burning palaces, and seizing territories, and the whole country was trampled for more than 50 years, killing thousands of people and plundering thousands of wealth. Lydia's voice was hoarse, like a babbling stream telling of a sad past.

In Shirley's mind, there seemed to be six kingdoms, major lords, and countless mercenary groups, road bandits, and pirates in this world who flocked to burn and loot, and the armed forces of the hundreds of people in the Red Pavilion were like water plants in the torrent that had turned into dust in an instant. She muttered, "None of us could have imagined that wealth would also lead to disaster. ”

"Wealth does not necessarily invite disaster, but wealth and weakness will inevitably invite aggression." Lydia looked into Shirley's eyes, "If you want to have wealth, you must first have the strength to protect it. ”

They were so engrossed in their conversations that they didn't notice the figure standing outside the door for a long time. The black cloak fluttered around, and its expressionless face had disappeared into the darkness.