Earl's Castle, inside the dungeon.

It is as if it is a forgotten and spurned corner of the world. Separated by a wall, the outside of the wall is bright, and the prison is rotten, which is stark and ironic.

Every night, a cold wind blows through the cracks in the wall, rubbing against the ...... Woo...... ......The cold wind blew up the dust and drifted in the air, filling the entire dungeon, mixed with the smell of sour decay and decay, and penetrated into the psychology of every prisoner, and the fear was inexplicable.

In this silent, dark dungeon, a sudden jingle or the unwilling roar of a prisoner is like waking up a ghost from years of sleep, and it stings your eardrums. Here, only the darkness that seeps into your heart is your eternal companion!

Even in the gloomy dungeons, Kylia noticed that this morning was unusual. Her stomach was rumbling at the moment, breakfast time must have passed, but the food was not delivered. Death is not the most uncomfortable, waiting for death is.

Kylea tried to remember the past when it was a thunderstorm night. She hid alone in the house, listening to the sound of the leaves and branches of the pine trees falling outside the window... It's very windy... And Ray.... But what frightened her even more was the sound of fighting in the hall outside the door, and she heard miserable cries and moans of excitement. At that time, she curled up, her hands clasped to her lips, and her feet trembling in the closet. Wet tears filled her cheeks, and they raped and killed them all. The door was violently kicked open, and when they came in, they would find me, and she thought she was going to die......

Aina, who was lying in the corner, suddenly opened her eyes and saw dark walls on all sides. Except for a faint glow from a narrow window. Everything else was dark and damp. There is also a faint smell of decay and evil. Several rats on the ground ran past her feet, making her shiver.

Kellia sat in a dark corner on the other side, and said sarcastically, "The rats scared you, too?"

"Where is this?" Aina said in a daze, a little panicked, "How did we end up here?"

"My princess, don't you even have a dungeon in your father's castle?"

Aina ignored her sarcasm. "There's something going on out there," she said, with a blank expression. Glancing to the side, he said lukewarmly, "Maybe we have a chance to escape." She was woken up by the sound of talk outside. Several jailers were arguing outside the dungeon door, talking about Roger Tyrelll's fleet attacking Rock Harbor. She crept to the cell door, but the planks were too thick to make out a word.

"Unless you can break this chain. ”

A slender silver chain binds her and Kylea's feet together, and what makes this chain special is that it can be stretched and shortened freely, even splitting into a triangular chain. Two ends of the chain held the witch and the illusionist, while the other end of the chain was tied to a heavy iron door. Aina tried to break the chains with sorcery. But no matter what method she tried, the magic chain would not be damaged in the slightest.

Aina sued her companions. "This chain is entirely forged from magic crystals, and has been magically enchanted by a skilled magician, and there is nothing we can do with it. ”

A self-deprecating wry smile crossed the corner of Kelya's mouth, and she said in a somewhat low tone, "Then we may never get out of this cell." ”

"It's you," Aina grumbled indignantly, "it's you who underestimated that boy." If it weren't for her too egotistical and presumptuous actions, they wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Is it useful to say this now?" said Kylia, her face full of annoyance.

"What didn't he ask you?" she recognised, her tone softening, "What is he going to do with us?" she asked a few questions in quick succession, wanting to know what the other party was trying to do with them here.

"Yes, but none of that matters," Kellia said, "he won't kill us, but he will probably keep us here forever." Her expression gradually turned sad, and her face was full of despair.

"Isn't that more torturous than death?" Aina got up and paced around her cell. The cell was large, with a fireplace on one wall large enough for pots and pans, and a small toilet in the corner. The floor was made of crooked planks, old planks, and the rudimentary cot she slept in was moldy.

The food was also better than expected. Usually, the prison meal is porridge, stale bread or rotten meat, but the jailers here bring freshly baked bread, turnips, and potatoes. In addition to food, they also had fur to keep out the cold at night, firewood for making fires, and clean clothes.

But in the comfort of a cell, after all, it is still a cell. The door is made of oak and steel, and is locked at all times. The thick stone walls cut off a qiē sound, and she was completely cut off from the outside world.

I heard an iron key inserted into the lock. After half a bang, the cell door staggered open.

It was not a jailer who entered, but a man with clear eyebrows, well-dressed, a thin body, and black hair.

"What do you want?" Aina's fair face was full of sorrow, as if dark clouds were thick, and a pair of eyes were like ice balls, shooting out a cold cold light.

"What do you think?" Brant's eyes were dark and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, looking resolute and assertive.

Aina gave him a cold look, and replied calmly, "You have locked us up here in order to make us submit to you, just like Wick and Glia have pledged their allegiance to you?"

Brant looked at the other party thoughtfully, his face was gentle, but the words that came out of his mouth were cold, "I'm afraid it's impossible." "If Roy's guess is true, then the plague that broke out in Rocky Harbor was caused by the witch in front of him.

Aina looked at the boy in front of her carefully, "Or do you want our bodies?" she walked over to the boy's side, stood on her heels and whispered softly in the other's ear, "We can serve you now if you want." Her words were sweet as honey and seductive. Born noble, she has a sexy appearance and a bold personality, as long as she can leave this dark and damp cell, she does not mind having sex with the good-looking boy in front of her.

Brant blushed. looked at the fair and pretty face in front of him. Two thin eyebrows. A pair of bright and charming big eyes, thin and sexy lips. Her appearance can indeed make most men fall in love with it, and in the face of such naked temptation, few men can hold it.

Seeing that he was silent, Aina teased, "You shouldn't still be a virgin!"

Brandt took a deep breath, relaxed, and said sarcastically. "If you are really so hungry, perhaps I can command the soldiers to satisfy your desires. ”

"You ......," said Aina, with a stiff face, "what do you want from us?"

"Don't you understand?" Kylia interjected coldly, "he wants strength from us. ”

Brandt nodded undeniably, "You're only half right," he tilted his head to look at the other, "It's not you, it's you." ”

Kelia wasn't surprised. She didn't want to go around the bush with the other person, so she asked him bluntly, "What do you want to learn from me?"

"That depends on what you can teach me. Brant was silent.

Kylia said with cold politeness. "Transfiguration, doppelganger, invisibility,"

Brandt was unmoved. A nonchalant expression. "How long will it take to learn these three spells?" was within his plan, he had to learn these mysterious and wonderful spells in a very short time.

"It could take a month," Kellya said, "or maybe just a day, or less." ”

Aina added, "It's also possible that you won't be able to learn at all. She was telling the truth, not everyone could control this mysterious and long-lost spell.

Brant smiled slightly, and said a little casually, "In that case, you will really have to spend your life in this cell that does not see the light of day." ”

A look of horror crossed Kylea's face. "You're threatening me?"

Death isn't the only thing to be feared, it's the real torture when you're locked up in a dark and damp dungeon, imprisoned in this small, dirty space for the rest of your life. Especially when a woman with a beautiful face is locked in a rotten and smelly cage, watching herself grow old day by day, the feeling of longing for freedom in her heart is the painful torture.

"I'm giving you a chance. Brandt sensed the fear on her face.

"Chance?" said Kelia, confused.

"As long as you teach me the spells you know," Brandt said in a serious tone, "maybe I'll consider letting you go." ”

"Perhaps?" replied Kelia coldly, "do all the nobles like to play with words?, do you take everyone else for fools?"

Brandt asked her expressionlessly, "And what kind of promise do you want from me?"

"All you have to do is take a few words out of what you just said and say it all over again," Kellya said sharply, "and swear to the gods with your honor." "It's her only bargaining chip, and she has to fight for it.

"Gods, I swear by the honor of the Tyrells," Brandt said solemnly, "and I will let you go if you teach you the spells you know." ”

After a moment's hesitation, Kylia first told the other party the spell spell, and then the spell seal.

The so-called spell is a magic that relies on the caster's lips to cast a fixed magic in a fixed format, which is better than being stable and weak in not being able to create magic outside the rules. Strictly speaking, the spell mark is actually a magic array, and the mudra is a miniature magic array, and the natural power is low.

Brandt whispered a spell and sealed his hands, thinking of the person he was going to change.

Suddenly, a white smoke flashed, and another figure identical to him appeared beside him.

"You're talented. Kelia couldn't help but say, "Maybe it has something to do with your magical skills." ”

"That's it for today, I still have something to deal with. ”

"Will you keep your promise?"

"You shouldn't have asked me that," Brandt whispered to her, "you already have the answer in mind. (To be continued......)