The soldiers rudely pushed the two of Garland into the dungeon, and with a bang, the iron door closed, and they turned and left.
The light in the dungeon is very dim, and only the oil lamp hanging on the wall of the dungeon hall emits a faint yellow light, which makes people barely make out the outlines of the surrounding things.
There were other prisoners in the huge dungeon, but everyone was dead. Even if they saw a newcomer being pushed in, they just raised their eyelids, then lowered their eyes again, indifferent.
Garlan stood in the dungeon, bowed his head slightly and said nothing, his hands still tied behind his back.
He pursed his lips, the shadows from the slender eyelashes covered the look in his eyes, and the long golden hair fell from his side cheeks, covering the half of his reddish cheeks.
Shuluos, who has been silent since the incident happened, leaned over like a wooden man and looked at his flushed cheeks.
He whispered: "What? Young master, do you feel wronged?"
Garland didn't say a word, his lips pressed even tighter.
"Since you have decided to come here, you should be prepared to not be trusted."
Shulos shrugged.
"A child is a child, I can't stand any grievance." He said with some emotion, "As a powerless commoner, or even a lowly pariah, how much grievance will I suffer every day, and maybe even be wronged by others? Until death, a noble young master like you can't imagine it at all."
Garlan looked up at him, and although he was trying his best to suppress it, there was still a faint anger in his eyes.
"I've never been treated like this before."
He said in a harsh tone.
Shulos smiled.
"The commoners who have been at the bottom since birth have become accustomed to this kind of suffocating life. A slap in the face is nothing to them, and it is not as important as their meal."
He said, "Little Master, if you were a commoner, you wouldn't be able to live now with your character."
Garlan was silent for a moment, then suddenly became angry.
"Obviously I came here to risk it to help them, but I was locked up instead. These people have a sick mind, right? Especially that guy—that guy, he deserves to die! He deserves to be crushed to death by a mountain, and he deserves to be killed by water. Drown, I'll let him die!"
He kicked the iron door fiercely, kicking the iron door with a bang.
"Even if something as big as a torrent is a lie, you have to confirm it, don't you think? If you think about it, you know that no one will lie about this kind of thing! It's all a bunch of pig brains! Pig brains!"
After cursing in one breath, Garlan took a deep breath.
Then, he turned his head to look at Shulos with a calm expression.
"We have to figure out a way to get out, the flash floods won't give us much time."
"… "
Garlan's expression changed too quickly, and he lost his temper like a child just a second ago. He turned his head and calmly discussed with him about the torrent, which made Shulos a little stunned for a while.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I said, you said just now that you should kill them, why did you turn around and get anxious again?"
"If you're in a bad mood, you have to scold him to vent. Besides, I'm talking about killing him, not them."
The boy who lost his temper and calmed down a little shrugged his shoulders like Shulos.
"You can't throw a basket of good eggs on the ground and smash them just because you were hit by a rotten egg, right? If you get angry again, you should be saved or saved."
"It's easy for you to say that if you carry something with you that can prove your identity, we'll be able to see the city lord long ago."
Shulos said angrily, when he stretched out his hand tied behind his back, a thin blade slipped from the cuff, he cut his backhand, and the rope fell off.
He moved his wrist and stepped forward to help Garlan untie the rope.
"Okay, young master, don't be wronged."
He leaned closer to Garland's ear and said in an angry voice, "I'll take you out of this hellish place later."
"Huh? But..."
The bard smiled.
"It's just a broken lock," he said nonchalantly. "When I don't have any money, I'll go to the rich merchant's house to 'borrow' some belongings, and unlock such trivial things as... ahem."
Accidentally told the truth, facing Garlan's wide-eyed stunned eyes, Shuluos coughed a few times in embarrassment.
"Don't look at me like that. I've investigated it beforehand. They're all for the rich and unkind, and I'll distribute some of the stolen property to the poor."
He said, "Okay, just sit and wait for the night."
Garlan thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "Can you sneak into the city lord's room?"
"Impossible, the defense is too tight, not to mention the city owner's room, it is very dangerous to sneak into the executive government. At most, I have sneaked into the rich merchant's house before."
Finding a clean straw pile in the dungeon, Garlan sat there with his hands on his bent knees, looking down at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.
He didn't say a word, and Shulos didn't speak. He put the thin blade in the palm of his hand and kept turning it, carefully looking at the structure of the dungeon, thinking about the fastest way to escape.
After a long silence, Garlan suddenly spoke.
"Shiros."
"Um?"
"If I were still a noble... this matter could be easily resolved, wouldn't it?"
Shulos' eyes flickered.
"Listen, Gal," he said. "It's not worth mentioning something like the mind. It all depends on the outcome."
The village that was burned down by his recklessness flashed in his mind a long, long time ago, and even though it had been a long time, his heart still tingled at this moment.
"Even if a person without strength has a good idea, he can't do it, and the result is bad."
"But even if the person with power has a not very glorious plan, but he does it, and the result is good."
"People never care about your purpose, they only care about getting a good outcome, because only a good outcome can bring them peace and happiness."
"Don't care... the purpose?"
The young man repeated this sentence loudly.
"In this world, personal bravery is not worth mentioning. You can beat ten people, but you can't beat a hundred people."
Shulos was very straightforward.
"To tell you the truth, Gal, as a civilian, you don't have the ability to help others. It can even be said that with your appearance, once you meet a powerful person with special preferences, you may not even be able to protect yourself."
The bard's words hit the nail on the head.
The boy froze for a moment, then fell into silence while hugging his knees.
After another period of time, Shulos estimated that it was almost there, got up and looked at the situation, then stood in front of the prison door and reached out to feel the iron lock.
But at this moment, there was a clanging sound from the hall of the dungeon, and Shulos suddenly withdrew his hand and pretended to sit back in the corner.
A middle-aged man with a pot belly walked in, looking at what a powerful butler he seemed to be wearing. The warden was by his side, looking very respectful.
As soon as he came in, the prisoners in the prison were agitated, as if they all knew him.
When Garlan saw the expression of fear and struggle on the face of the man in the prison next to him, he felt strange in his heart. At this moment, the butler-like person spoke.
"The adults want to see a beast fighting show tomorrow, who would you like to come?"
He grunted, and stood on the steps of the entrance to scan the people in the dungeon.
The prisoners he swept all shrank into the shadows, and some people shivered. He looked away in disdain, as if he saw something dirty.
He said: "The old rule, as long as you win, the adults will fulfill a request you make, and even a murderer can be exempted from the death penalty."
"What beast fighting show?"
Garlan asked the man in the dungeon next to him in a low voice.
The frail man hesitated for a moment, then answered him in a low voice.
"It's for you to fight with wolves, leopards, wild boars and other beasts in the arena. If you can kill the beasts, even if you win, the nobles will agree to any request you make."
The man shivered and said, "However, after coming down so many times, almost all of those who played are dead."
Moreover, the death was extremely tragic, and the flesh and blood were directly eaten by the beasts, leaving no bones.
So no one dared to go, and only those condemned to death dared to fight to the death.
"Isn't it just those nobles who want to find some excitement?"
Shulos on the side snorted.
"The earthquake just happened, but they were bored."
"Is there no one?"
The man asked loudly again, and when he saw that no one said a word, he couldn't help frowning.
Because of the earthquake not long ago, his family was in a bad mood and wanted to vent, so he asked him to pick a criminal and hold a beast fight.
If he messes up his errands, the adults will be furious.
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in the silent dungeon.
"Any request will be granted?"
The voice was obviously young, even a little immature.
The noble housekeeper walked over with the lantern, and when he saw that the speaker was a teenager, he didn't even seem to be an adult, and he couldn't help frowning.
"Child, you're still too young, it's best not to get involved in this."
In the past, he had no mercy for those vicious criminals who were sent to death.
But this time, there was only a beautiful underage child in front of him, the housekeeper persuaded a little reluctantly.
"Is it true that I will agree to any request?"
The boy insisted on asking.
Since the other party insisted, the housekeeper sighed and stopped persuading.
He nodded: "Yes, you can make any request, as long as it is within the city of Tverul, you win, whether it is property or exoneration, the adults will satisfy you with any request."
The blond boy nodded.
"Okay, I'll go."
The noble housekeeper left with a slight sigh in his heart. Although he was pitiful, he couldn't stop the young man if he was willing to die for property or exoneration.
The prisoners in the dungeon all looked at the weak boy with pity, as if they were looking at a dead man.
Shulos grabbed Garlan's hand.
"Are you crazy? Courting death is not this way of finding death!"
He lowered his voice, "Don't say it, I'll take you out of here later. The big deal is that we'll cover the city with flash flood notes, and we won't be able to control the rest! Whether it's the officials in this city , or others, can only be left to fate. They don’t believe our words, they can only say that their fate has been determined by God, but we can’t accompany them to die!”
Garlan turned to look at Shulos.
"Even the destiny set by God can be changed."
In previous lives, Heimos changed the destiny predetermined by God.
In this life, he changed the fate of Heimos.
Also, Opada, the little princess, etc., the fate of many people has changed.
He should no longer indulge in the so-called past fate.
Garland already understood.
This time he hit a wall because of himself.
He said that he wanted to give up his identity as a prince, but in fact he was still habitually acting as a prince and thinking of being a prince. He fell into the trap so easily because he still subconsciously believed that he was a prince, and he did not need to worry about safety in the ruling government.
After suffering a big loss this time, he finally realized this.
Garland suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled at Shulos.
"Since we are a ranger now, this time we will use the way of a ranger to solve this matter simply and rudely."
During this period of time, the heaviness and confusion that had been hidden in the depths of my heart were all dissipated, and the young man's smile returned to its former brightness.
"I said, do you want to make a request to meet the Lord of the City after you win?"
"Guess~"
The young man smiled and rolled his eyes.
"… No guessing."
The bard decisively refused.
I always feel that the current Gal is even more difficult to deal with.
he thinks.
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The night passed, and the city of Tverul was busy and noisy again.
Residents of the city are still busy repairing their damaged houses, and countless people pass by on the road.
With the passage of time, near noon, a richly decorated house in the northeast corner of the city was very lively.
It was a small indoor gladiatorial arena that only the powerful could enter and watch.
It was built very solidly, so it was not damaged much in the two consecutive earthquakes, but the side room was slightly cracked with a few traces, which had been repaired long ago.
The young noble disciples came with them and greeted each other reservedly. Then, I couldn't wait to turn my eyes to the arena in the middle.
There are also a few noble women in fancy clothes, holding the hands of their husbands or lovers, and they come one after another, sitting gracefully on their seats.
The anger feared in the earthquake, they will vent out happily in this bloody gladiatorial fight.
Generally speaking, the fighting field of the large open-air arena is very low, and the seats of the audience are very high, which is to avoid hurting the audience during the gladiatorial fight.
This indoor arena is different. It uses a huge iron cage to seal the fighting arena. In this way, the audience can watch at close range, which is more exciting.
Under the gazes of everyone, a blond teenager appeared in front of them, causing a buzzing whisper from everyone.
The noble ladies even stared at the boy with pity on their faces.
"God, such a beautiful child..."
"Is he not an adult yet? What crime did he commit at such a young age?"
"It's such a pity to think that this child will be torn apart by wild beasts."
"If I had known there was such a beautiful boy, I would have bought him one step ahead."
A noble woman covered her mouth with a fan, suddenly smiled strangely, and said in a low voice, "But don't you think that when his slender body is torn by wild beasts, when his fair skin is stained with blood, Is it more exciting and exciting?"
"… "
No one answered.
Some people glanced at each other, and when they imagined the bloody, yet poignantly beautiful scene the woman said, their heartbeats suddenly accelerated, and they couldn't help but look forward to it.
Some nobles also frowned and looked away in disapproval.
Many people showed pity for the young man in the iron cage, with unbearable expressions in their eyes. Even a few soft-hearted noble ladies or men have sent their servants to ask if they can stop this gladiatorial fight, and they can pay for the child's atonement.
But it was too late, the servants hadn't had time to go down, and the beast had been released from the cage opposite the young man.
The crowd exclaimed.
There were nervous and worried exclamations, and there were excited exclamations.
It was a majestic gray-black wolf.
The hair is thick and the body is huge, and the body shape is more than half the height of a teenager just at the shoulders.
The sharp claws, the ferocious teeth, and the fierce light from the red eyes, all made people terrified.
It was a ferocious beast that was frightening at a glance.
The moment it appeared, the room that had been noisy because of the teenager suddenly became silent for a moment.
It no longer knows how many human flesh and blood it has swallowed, and many people here have witnessed the terrifying scene of this ferocious giant wolf tearing the criminals apart.
Wolves that have eaten human flesh are extremely aggressive towards humans.
As soon as it appeared, its red eyes stared at the living food opposite.
Unable to hold back for even a second, it sprinted for a while, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed through the distance between it and its prey amid the shouts of the crowd.
Then, the giant wolf jumped, jumped high in the air, and bit its prey with its mouth open.
Its sharp teeth exposed to the air reflect the cold light in the light.
The boy who was rushed by him seemed to be frightened. No matter how many people shouted at him to let him run, he still stood there motionless.
Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the giant wolf was about to bite off the poor boy's neck in full view—
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the air, and a dagger was handed out like lightning.
The gray wolf rubbed it hard, biting hard on the hard iron blade.
Before it could react, the fist with iron finger cots had slammed hard on its most vulnerable nose, smashing it into the eyes of gold in one fell swoop.
The four claws landed on the ground, and its body could not help but pause for a moment.
But its prey does not give it time to rest.
The young man released the dagger it was still biting at, turned around, and grabbed the long sword that had been placed on the ground beforehand.
A sword slashed fiercely on its lower back.
The giant wolf howled, blood splattered from his lower back, his lower limbs went weak, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground.
And the boy who was supposed to be the blood food in his mouth has raised his long sword with backhanded hands.
A sword stabbed down, pierced the back of its neck, and pinned its head to the ground.
The boy stood on top of the giant wolf, panting violently.
The gray wolf's body, which was pinned to the ground, twitched a few times and stopped breathing.
Stepping on the head of the wolf corpse, he pulled out the long sword.
The splattered blood stained most of his clothes, and sporadically splashed onto his cheeks.
He looked up at the crowd.
At this moment, the entire room was silent, as if time had stopped at this moment.
The blond boy who stepped on the wolf corpse raised his head, and the long sword in his hand was dripping blood.
His fair skin was still stained with a shocking blood red.
Long blond hair fell from his shoulders.
The look he looked up at everyone was shocking for some reason.
It was as if in that glance, the world held its breath for a moment.
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… … … …
"What? You say it again?"
"Please let me see the Lord of Canille."
"This is impossible. You can change your requirements, such as property and the like. These are fine."
The middle-aged aristocrat standing in the center of the audience seat shook his head, rejecting the boy's extremely presumptuous request.
Released from the fighting arena, the blond boy who simply changed his clothes was brought to the nobleman in charge of the arena, and his request was simply rejected by the middle-aged nobleman.
The boy was silent for a while, then changed to another request.
"Forgive my sins, and, I want that."
He pointed to the gold bracelet on the wrist of the middle-aged nobleman and said that there was also a huge gem on the bracelet, which shone in the light and was very conspicuous.
At a glance, you can tell that it is extremely luxurious and valuable.
The middle-aged aristocrat frowned unhappily, but in public, he had already rejected the request of the young man once, and he promised to agree to any request. If he refused again, it would affect his reputation.
"it is good."
He nodded and said, taking off the gold bracelet.
Under everyone's attention, the young man stepped forward calmly and reached out to catch the golden bracelet handed to him by the middle-aged noble.
But the next second, the mutation protruded.
The blond boy, who seemed to be about to catch the bracelet, suddenly grabbed the middle-aged nobleman's wrist, quickly turned over and jumped up behind the nobleman.
As soon as he raised his hand, the thin blade that emerged from his fingertips pressed against the middle-aged nobleman's throat.
"do not move."
The boy said, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
"Be nice."
The middle-aged aristocrat was instantly shocked and pale.
The air was quiet for a second, and then the whole indoor arena exploded.
The nobles nearby quickly got up and retreated to a safe distance, and the ladies screamed in horror.
As long as they remembered the terrifying scene of the young man stepping on the corpse of the giant wolf with his sword in hand not long ago, they couldn't help but be terrified, and they were afraid to avoid it, let alone move forward.
Garlan didn't care about the chaotic surroundings, he grabbed the stiff middle-aged aristocrat and dragged him to the gate.
The guards had already rushed over. Although there were quite a number of them, they looked at the middle-aged nobleman in his hands, as well as the blade on his neck.
The door was opened, and he dragged the man out of the door.
As soon as he went out, the sound of horse hooves came, and in a blink of an eye, the black-haired bard had already rushed to the gate, holding another horse in his hand, looking at Garlan with a smile on his face.
Without talking nonsense, Shulos stretched out his hand, knocked out the middle-aged nobleman, and threw him on his horse.
Garlan flipped on his horse, and at this time, the middle-aged nobleman's butler, servants, and the guards at the place all chased after him, watching him nervously, as well as the unconscious middle-aged lying on the back of Shulos' horse. noble.
The young man rode on the horse and raised his chin at the group of people.
He said, "Come, chase me."
He smiled, his golden eyes bright.
Turning his head and galloping away, his blond hair fluttered behind him.
The group of people could only watch helplessly as the two people took their fainted master away, leaving only a spot of dust and the indoor arena that had been completely messed up.
"Chase, chase! Also, call someone! Immediately go and inform the chief guard of the city gate!"
The butler of the middle-aged nobleman was so anxious that he was sweating, and he shouted: "Call the chief guard of the city gate to chase after him! Immediately! Be sure to save the lord!"