The Iron Curtain was lowered completely, and the light of the fire shone into the space behind the fence, reflecting a half-kneeling figure on the ground.

Ricky and Semir stood in front of the cell, staring intently at him.

Tails narrowed his eyes and saw the man in the cell in the flickering light.

It was a middle-aged man of many years, kneeling on the ground behind the fence, his hands clasped to his chest, his head shaking incessantly, and muttering to himself.

"Of course, I will take my obligations, I will face my guilt......"

It was as if he had not heard the Iron Curtain falling, nor had he caught a glimpse of the flickering fire.

No wonder, Ricky says it sounds like a prayer.

But......

Tails looked at the man stunned: What is he doing?

Ricky and Semir looked at each other again, puzzled by each other.

"Sax...... Saker?" Semir asked tentatively, taking a step forward with a faint emotion.

With previous experience, he was especially careful this time and did not even expect a response.

But the man responded.

Kneeling on the ground, the muttering man slowly stopped the words in his mouth.

He raised his head slowly, his shoulders moving slightly, like a porter carrying a burden.

As he looked up, Tails saw his face.

Brown hair, long face, well-defined contours.

He looked even younger than Putile, who looked like a little old man.

Obviously, compared to the seven embarrassed and filthy former members of the royal guard imprisoned above, this man has taken care of himself quite "well", at least his messy hair has not grown to his chest, and the tips of his hair have neatly cut marks, and the beard on his chin does not turn into a bird's nest, but leaves a few inches, and even at a glance, he is not very yellow and thin.

And in the very center of his forehead, an "S" brand with the flesh turned out is clearly recognizable.

If it weren't for the stained clothes and stained face, as well as the smell that was no small to be reckoned with, Tails would have had a hard time even suspecting that the man in front of him was a prisoner.

The man stared at the fire in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and his face looked puzzled.

After a few seconds, he raised his palm to block the dazzling fire, as if he had just reacted.

"Light ...... And the sound?"

The middle-aged man showed a misty expression and looked a little sluggish.

"And ...... People?"

But soon, the man hid his face behind his palms again, put his head on the ground, and curled up on the ground, letting out a painful wail.

"No, no, no......"

Semir and Ricky looked at each other in surprise, not knowing why.

The middle-aged man with his face buried in his hands asked indistinctly, "Is this another test for you?"

"Sa...... You ......" Semir took a step forward, looked at the reaction of the person in front of him in disbelief, and stopped talking, but finally took his words:

"What test?"

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head again.

"The test ahead. ”

This time, the long-faced man's face was nervous, and he finally moved his gaze to the three visitors: "Three, look like living people, two are armed with weapons, one is young and immature. ”

"What is this, an opponent that must be knocked down, or a hostage that must be saved?"

"Or do you use the illusion of hope to lead me into the trap of despair?"

The three people who were mentioned were stunned one after another.

Suddenly, the long-faced man changed his face again, and he turned to Ricky outside the cell, frowning, and in a serious tone:

"Hey, you, are you a demon?"

The torch in Ricky's hand trembled slightly.

The Sword of Calamity gritted his teeth and looked at his companion for some reason: "He is ......"

Semir shook his head, but his expression was heavy and his eyes were painful.

The long-faced man didn't seem to mean to answer, he took a deep breath, got up from the ground, and smiled.

"I must admit that I see them all the time: the demonic demons of legend, the monsters of hell that never see the light of day. ”

"Their fingers and claws have been scratching at my heart, their tongues have never stopped whispering in my ears, their eyes wandering in the shadows for a long time, every minute, every second, changing their own scenes, trying to tempt me into the abyss, into hell. ”

The man leaned against the wall, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he was talking to them, as if he were talking to himself: "They will tell us: give up, accept, compromise......"

"There's no hope for your world anyway......"

Semir couldn't take it anymore, he took a step forward, the torch illuminated the face of the man in front of him, and shouted his name: "Sakel!"

The sound was loud and shook the hall.

The long-faced man in the cell was shocked!

He paused for a moment, his confused eyes slowly focusing.

"Sa, K, E, Er?" the middle-aged man repeated slowly, almost syllable-by-syllable.

Semir gritted his teeth, an inexplicable resentment rising in his heart, and waved the torch in his hand fiercely, making it burn even more vigorously.

"Yes!"

Semir struck the fence with a torch and threw out a spark, saying, "It's me!"

"Wake up!"

"'Knight of Punishment' Sakel!"

The man named Sacrael paused.

He breathed slowly, and a puzzled sentence emerged, "Knight of Punishment?"

But then, Sakel shook his head and laughed out loud: "In the past, yes, in the endless years, the demons in my heart always liked to use this to bewitch me...... The glory of the past, the regrets of the past, the regrets of the past, but those are all fake, they deceived me and wanted me to believe it. ”

As he spoke, Sakel seemed to fall into a mutter:

"Maybe I'm not perfect enough, maybe I'm not strong enough, maybe I'm not strong enough, so they will take advantage of it again and follow the trail and try to break me down, break me...... But at least I'm glad I know they exist, and I know that we're going to have a fight with each other. ”

Communication failed, and Semir stared at the person in front of him in a daze, and Ricky beside him let out a faint sigh.

Ricky suddenly noticed that Tails on the side was staring blankly at the man who didn't seem to be normal, staring intently.

Seems to remember something.

But Sakel's expression slowly changed as he spoke.

"But yes, I will take heart and I will remember that I have fought to the death against the greatest adversary, I have sacrificed my life for the noblest ideas, and everything in front of me is only a fork in the road when I am lost. ”

The middle-aged man's smile slowly faded, and his breathing accelerated.

As if remembering something, he grabbed his hair with both hands and fell to his knees again.

The man's lips trembled, and his whole body trembled:

"Wait, Saker, Saker, Saker?"

The people outside the cell looked at him like this, but they didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Sakel's eyes lit up!

"Yes, Sakel!"

A flame burst out of the man's eyes, and his face instantly became extremely hideous!

"Ahhhh

Sakel roared, grabbing his hair and looking up, shouting:

"Get out of my head!"

His roar was so loud and his movements were so loud that the three people in front of the cell had to subconsciously take a few steps back.

But Saker's madness didn't end.

"Filthy and filthy monsters, despicable sluts, sneaky demons, crooked tricks!"

I saw the man in the cell scratching his head desperately, kneeling on the ground and looking up and shouting:

"I am Immanu Sacrael, the glorious Ludol, a noble descendant of the great empire who walked in the land of Chauvin, a famous family of ancient knights who came from the vanguard of Emperor Comora!"

Tails stared at the other man's crazy look, not even paying attention to what he was shouting.

Immediately, Sakel clenched his fists, and his muscles erupted with majestic force, and he slammed into the ground!

Boom!

Sakel's appearance grew more and more frantic and out of shape, his roar echoing through the halls, causing Semir and Ricky to change color together.

"I am the Imperial Knight and Lord of Honor of the Kingdom of the Stars, the penistor of the royal guard, the watchman, the guardian of the throne, the keeper of the royal treasury......"

Knock! Knock!

He clenched his fists one by one, and his eyes seemed to contain anger that ordinary people could not bear.

"The world has given me the name of 'Knight of Punishment'—I will punish sin severely, and punish misdeeds to the fullest!"

Sakel cried out in pain, and after a moment he seemed a little tired, but he only stopped pounding the ground, but he got up and threw himself on the fence!

"What are you! Dare, dare to touch my spirit and will!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at the empty dark void, and his hands holding the railing trembled: "Ahhhh

"You think you can destroy me!"

The three people outside the cell watched the prisoner's madness in horror, looking at each other at a loss.

"I will crush you, defeat you, destroy you—and die with the enemy!"

Sakel's madness seemed to have reached its peak, and he held the fence and roared hysterically.

Finally, the light smoke between the railing and the palm of the hand turned into a bright light.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the frenzied Saqel fell to the ground, motionless.

Silence returned to the hall.

The three people outside the cell held their breath and did not come back to their senses for a long time.

"I thought, I thought little Barney was serious enough," Semir looked back with difficulty, "but I didn't expect that even with such a strong warrior as Saker, he would become a ...... It becomes ......"

He couldn't go on.

Ricky snorted softly, looked disdainfully at the cell, at the immobile figure on the ground, and complemented Semir's words:

"Become a madman. ”

Silent.

Until a slightly immature voice broke the silence.

"Not a madman. ”

Ricky and Semir looked back in surprise and looked at Tails as he spoke.

I saw that the prince was staring at the people in the cell fixedly at this moment, but a deep pain flashed in his eyes from nowhere:

"He's just...... Just living in another world...... A world unlike us. ”

Tails said with difficulty.

Mixed feelings.

Ricky gave the prince a strange look.

"He was held in solitary confinement for eighteen years," Semir sighed:

"It's not his fault. ”

A few seconds later, however, a dull voice that they hadn't expected sounded from the cell again.

"If you lock up a coward for eighteen years, he will not become a brave man. ”

Compared with before, this male voice is more determined and heavy.

"But you shut up the strong man for eighteen years, and let him face his heart," saw Sakel get up from the ground again, and hold on to the wall with a little difficulty:

"He's only going to get stronger. ”

The current prisoners, the former watchmen of the royal guard, Sakel turned his face indifferent but indifferent, but his eyes were extremely clear, looking at them through the fence.

The three of them looked at Sakel, who had spoken again, in amazement, and remembered the latter's performance just now, and stared at him suspiciously.

"He's ...... Talk to us?" Ricky asked Semir in disbelief as he looked at the prisoner, then turned back to him.

But Samir just stared at Sakel in prison in a daze, and did not reply.

Sakel snorted coldly, glancing at the three people outside the prison.

I don't see the madness of Fang Cai at all.

Tails, who was swept by his gaze, only felt nervous.

But the prince was not sure whether the prisoner at this moment was rational or not.

"Could it be that there are other people?"

Sakel's dull voice was a little low, full of a nervous rhythm: "So...... Am I a visitor today? ”

The three of them looked at each other, and finally determined that the long-faced man was talking to them.

Samir's eyes slowly revealed shock as he looked at the prisoner:

"Sakel, are you alright......"

"Don't worry about me, I'm sober now, I just haven't seen the light in a long time," Saker frowned and patted the railing, then shook his palm, obviously not very comfortable:

"It's pretty good. ”

"As for just now, it's just a daily process...... It may look weird, but it's nothing. ”

Indeed, Saqel at this moment looks extremely normal.

It's a little too normal, a little ...... Not like a man who has been imprisoned for eighteen years.

Ricky stared at him distrustfully and said with a slight sarcasm:

"Weird, are you sure?"

"It's another journey," Saker replied coldly, and then looked at Tails in particular:

"As you say, child, another world, a different world. ”

His eyes were flat, but they always made Tails subconsciously clench his fists and tense his muscles.

This person...... In this state, he is the legendary ......

Knight of Punishment?

But Semir and Ricky looked at each other worriedly.

"Do you want to ask?"

Semir lowered his head and whispered: "He may not even recognize me, I am not sure if what he said in this state is ......"

But Sakel apparently heard their whispers.

The Knight of Punishment let out a soft laugh in the cell, his shoulders against the wall shaking slightly.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago," Sakel exhaled as he leaned against the wall, squinting his eyes and observing his fingernails by the light of the fire, looking rather casual:

"A lot of times, you have to fight against yourself, and this enemy called 'yourself'...... Very powerful. ”

He clenched his fists and turned to Semir as if in deep meaning

"But you just can't give up, Colin Semir. ”

"You can't. ”

Semir's expression changed slightly, as if he remembered something.

He took a breath and took a step forward, slightly agitated.

"Sakel, you, do you still recognize me?"

Sacrael tugged at the corners of his mouth, let go of his fist, and began to look at the nails of his other hand.

"I know everyone in the guard, and I know the brand on your face," he said, grabbing a stone knife-like tool, and gently grinding his index finger as if no one was around:

"As I said, I'm awake now – after all, the sounds of fights that come down from the upper floors aren't very often. ”

Ricky looked at his calm movements, and his expression became more and more solemn.

Sakel blew on the nail cover that had been smoothed with a stone knife and looked at Semir from afar.

"You just said, eighteen years, right?"

Semir's cheeks twitched.

Eighteen years.

Ricky and Tails moved in unison: this is what they had just said when they were "crazy" in Saker, and the latter remembered them all?

"So, fugitive Colin Semir. ”

"It's been eighteen years, and they finally caught you and sent you down here to rot ......"

Sakel narrowed his eyes and looked at his old colleague:

"Or are you breaking the rules and the law again and showing up here not very 'legally'?"

Tails looked back at the not-so-normal looking legend of the Royal Guard, wondering what kind of person he was.

Semir pursed his lips, after a previous "reunion" of the guards, he no longer knew how to speak.

But Ricky, who had always been skeptical, spoke up: "It's good, he can still talk." ”

"It's still not normal to look at. ”

He nodded to Semir: "Try it." ”

Hearing the leader of the Sword of Calamity speak, Sakel's gaze swept over Ricky and Tails, and the light in his eyes flashed as if he were thinking.

Semir took a deep breath and spoke tactfully and seriously: "Sakel, listen, eighteen years, you shouldn't be trapped here, we are here for ......"

But Sakel quickly interrupted him.

"Prison robbery, rescue, treasure hunting, revenge, suicide, atonement, puzzle solving," the former royal guard prisoner sneered: "The purpose of your appearance here is nothing more than these few." ”

He propped himself up from the wall and turned his head.

"I'm not interested in any of them," Saker said coldly without replying his head:

"You can go. ”

At that moment, Ricky and Semir froze.

Both of them choked on his uncooperative attitude.

However, Sakel did not look at them, leaving only a heavy, sluggish back for the people behind him.

The three men outside the cell looked at each other.

I saw Sacael in prison touching his rough chin, and whispered with a little regret: "Ah, maybe ......"

"It's time for me to shave. ”