Not long after, Du Dian saw a towering stone wall fortress standing at the end of the official road. The fortress was about fifty meters high. The outer wall of the fortress was like the back of a hedgehog, full of sharp stone thorns, and some stone thorns were stained with With dried blood, hung the mummy of a monster.
"The range of this fortress seems to be quite long." Du Dian said.
Francis laughed and said, "It's not very long. This fortress surrounds the entire central area and is the first line of defense outside. The actual length might be comparable to the length of one side of our giant wall."
Du Dian frowned and said: "There are so many masters in the inner wall area, there are so many strong people like you, why do you need these fortress defense lines, to guard against these beasts in the wilderness?"
Francis shrugged: "Living inside the walls is always safer than living outside the walls."
"But inside the wall, the view is blocked, how can we see the vast scenery outside the wall?"
Francis said with a smile: "This piece of wilderness and weeds, what scenery is there to speak of, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it."
Du Dian said indifferently: "What you see is desolation, what I see is freedom."
Francis shrugged, and rode a snow lion to the stone wall fortress. The standard armor soldiers stationed at the gate saw his outfit and mount, and opened the gate of the fortress from a distance, and greeted him on both sides.
A group of people drove into the stone wall fortress, behind which was a suburb with several military camps and villages.
Du Dian said: "I didn't expect there to be such a desolate village in this central area."
Francis smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Du, we don't have the concept of 'village' in the inner wall area. The people who live here are the wives and children of the soldiers stationed in the fortress. These soldiers who were stationed in the fort could not go home for a long time, so they moved their wives and children to Living near the fortress, being able to accompany them, their wives and children can also farm here and take care of each other.”
Du Dian's eyes flickered slightly, without words.
The crowd sped along the main road, left the vicinity of the fortress in a blink of an eye, and ran along the road through the rolling hills. After more than half an hour, the crowd came to a towering mountain, and there were towns on the slope and at the foot of the mountain. The silhouette of the crowd, and the lively voices came faintly.
"This is the Mount St. Paul branch of our monastery, Mr. Du, we are almost there." Francis said loudly in front.
Du Dian observed silently, a town stood on the mountain, with scattered buildings and beautiful scenery. Francis did not take Du Dian into the town, but detoured to the top of the mountain along the back of the mountain road. When passing through a stone gate, two young men in standard armor could be seen standing at the gate tower.
When the two saw Francis and the others, they immediately saluted respectfully: "See Lord Saint."
Francis nodded slightly. After entering the mountain gate, he continued to go up the mountain path. After a while, he brought Du Dian to a vast square on the top of the mountain. At the steps, he turned over and jumped off the back of the snow lion, and walked into the square.
The same is true for the other five saints. Seeing this, Du Dian got off the snow lion and followed behind.
At the end of the snow-white square is a majestic monastery building, similar in style to Western monasteries, but very different from the simple Buddhist monasteries. In front of the monastery are two sculptures of angels.
"This is our major seminary, and there are minor seminaries and preparatory seminaries on the mountainside." Francis introduced Du Dian with a smile.
Du Dian was surprised that the "monastery" institution originated from Christianity, and it is roughly divided into preparatory seminary, minor seminary, and major seminary. I didn't expect this setting to be used here. Could it be that this monastery originated from Inherited from the old times? Otherwise, why are the sizes and names exactly the same as those of the old days
When Francis came to the steps, the dawn had just shone and fell on the door of the main hall, which showed that the site selection for the construction of the major seminary was extremely elegant.
"Follow me." Francis took Du Dian into the side door. The light inside was dim, and the lights on the wall were flickering. Inside the side door was a long passage. After walking more than ten meters, there were several forks. Francis chose a path to walk, the light became darker as he walked, and there were still dense corridors on both sides. After walking for a few minutes, he encountered several forks, and he chose one of them to continue walking.
Not long after, a spiral downward staircase appeared in front of the long corridor of secret passages. After going down the stairs, it was still a maze-like corridor of secret passages.
"Is this the case inside your major seminary?" Du Dian asked, he didn't directly ask where it was, lest the latter be too lazy to say it, so he provoked him.
Francis smiled lightly and said: "How can you imagine that the Great Seminary contains the universe and the earth? It's just that in your capacity, if you enter the main hall of the Major Seminary, it would be a blasphemy to the gods. What I want to take you to now is an interrogation So, oh, this interrogation center also has another name called 'Sura Hell', then you can taste it for yourself!"
Du Dian frowned.
Going down the secret passage, and going down seven or eight spiral stairs, Du Dian felt that he had come to a place hundreds of meters below the square. After continuing to walk for a while, he suddenly heard voices coming from the front of the secret passage. The closer they got, the clearer the sound became, and it was actually a series of shrill screams.
From the fork to the bottom of a secret passage, there was a clear scream coming from outside.
Francis turned the mechanism, and the chain pulled the iron door and fell. Inside was a prison-like room, but it was much larger than the general prison room. The walls were covered with various instruments of torture, hooks, and iron brushes. , whips, whips, etc., in addition to some human skin with hair attached, on the counter next to it, there are seven or eight glass jars, in which human heads, tongues, hearts and other organs are soaked.
Anyone who came to such a place suddenly would have their legs weak with fright. Just the surrounding decorations and the blood splattered on the wall can remind people of how much cruelty has happened here.
Du Dian glanced at it, frowning slightly.
Francis looked back at Du Dian, saw that his expression was still calm, chuckled, and said: "Mr. Du seems to have seen big winds and waves."
Du Dian said indifferently: "There is no conclusive evidence, I advise you not to punish me."
"I thought you weren't afraid." Francis laughed.
Du Dian glanced at him indifferently, and said, "I just don't want to be touched by idiots."
Francis chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, "I hope you can maintain this attitude. By the way, it's not me who interrogated you, but the elder prisoner of our St. Han said: "Come here and open the door."
This brawny man is obese, with a round belly, his upper body clothes are off, his arms are bare, his white flesh is exposed, and he is wearing a black plastic mask. A bunch of keys opened an iron door next to it. The iron door was stained with blood and dust and was dirty. No wonder Francis asked him to open the door.
Du Dian glanced at the prisoner who was hung up and whipped. The latter had disheveled hair, burns, welts, and only half of his fingers and toes. He had obviously suffered inhuman torture.
The door opened, and there was a passage inside.
Francis took Du Dian into it, and after a short walk, he came to several forks. One of the passages was much wider than the other passages, and the oil lamps on the wall were also brand new. .
In the middle of the passage is a heavy wooden door, painted scarlet, giving off a somewhat chilly atmosphere.
Francis knocked on the door and said, "Francis please see me."
After a while, an old voice came from the room, "Come in."
Francis pushed the door and entered, saw the scene inside, immediately pulled the door that was about to be fully opened, turned around and said to the five saints behind: "Go back first, wait for me outside."
The five people behind were slightly startled, but they did not doubt his order, nodded and retreated.
Du Dian's perspective vision has already seen that there are two heat in the room, and the silhouette of the human figure is sticking together at the moment. A realistic picture suddenly appeared in his mind, but this picture is not good-looking. However, he was a little surprised when he saw Francis' approach. Yes, he took a deep look at the back of the saint captain, and followed him in.
"Elder." Francis entered the room and bowed his head respectfully.
After Du Dian entered the door, he saw the scene in the room. The floor was covered with soft carpets. The room was extremely spacious and decorated with many artworks. Among these artworks, there were some snow-white skeletons. At the moment, the people in the room On a large bed, an old man in his seventies was leaning against the head of the bed, holding a graceful figure in his arms whose body was so fiery that his nose bleeds.
Du Dian frowned slightly.
Is this the elder of the prison minister of the monastery
"This is the little genius Du Dian?" The old man on the bed stretched out his hand, took the glasses from the woman who was leaning on him like a cat, and looked at Du Dian.
Francis lowered his head respectfully, without squinting, only looking at his own toes, and said in awe, "Yes."
Du Dian was also looking at the old man, and when he collided with his eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of majesty pressing on his face. Although the latter was lying on the bed like a drunkard, with nephrite on his side, his eyes But it is extremely deep, like a dark bottomless quagmire, like a giant looking down at him, able to understand all the secrets in his heart.
Du Dian was shocked in his heart, his hairs stood up slightly, and his thermal vision could see that the heat on this old man was no different from that of ordinary people, but the woman in his arms was like a ball of exuberant fire , the heat emitted was even more terrifying than that of Francis in front of him.
And such a woman with terrifying combat power, at this moment, is like a song and dance girl at the Moulin Rouge, regardless of the presence of him and Francis, and concentrates on playing with the beard on the old man's chin, as if it is the most interesting thing in the world.
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