Part One Getting Involved Chapter Two Breaking Out of Prison
Asa rubbed his neck and woke up, and found himself lying on a pile of musty straw. A mouse quickly jumped up from his feet and got into the gap in the corner of the wall.
Looking up, you can see that the walls on three sides are made of large bluestones. Only some dim light leaks in from the two ventilation holes on the wall that are slightly larger than a fist. The other side is a wooden fence as thick as an arm, and there is a wooden fence outside.
There are several wooden fences, and this is a cold dungeon.
Just now he was in the magnificent Duke's Palace, but now he was lying in a cell in a dungeon. The huge contrast made Asa's head still dizzy and he didn't know what was going on for a moment. He shook his head and thought about it carefully, but he became even more confused.
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Could it be that the knight suspected that there was something wrong between him and his fiancée? Or did he think that he heard that his fiancée's injuries were caused by him? Asa carefully filtered what he reported in his heart, and there was indeed no loophole.
.He had already settled the story about the swamp on the way to the royal capital. Was it the knight’s own opinion? Then he could only tell the Duke face to face.
Asa suddenly heard a strange sound in a cell next to him. It was the gasping and moaning of a man and a woman.
Before he could react what was going on, the door of the dungeon was kicked open with a bang. A thin man dressed as a jailer rushed in, rushed to the door of the cell where someone was groaning, kicked the wooden fence above and shouted: "Get out.
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There were a few hard moans inside, and then a fatter jailer slowly walked out with his pants lifted.
The skinny jailer shouted loudly: "What's going on with you? Didn't I agree that I would come first?"
The fat jailer smacked his lips with unsatisfied intentions and replied slowly: "Who told you to come so late? It's past the shift time and you haven't come yet. I'm getting anxious waiting."
The skinny jailer was still shouting: "Fuck you, I've never seen you wait so carefully. I've been late for a few minutes and you've been complaining for a long time. Now you're not in a hurry to go back. You're here to enjoy me blindly."
.Why do you want me to help you wash the pot?"
The fat man still said calmly: "Forget it, since it's already been done, it's useless to talk about it anymore. It's up to you whether you do it or not... How about you wait until she is released...
..”
The thin man became even more furious: "Fuck you..."
Asa approached the wooden fence and said to the two jailers outside: "I want to see Duke Mulak..." He was thinking about how to explain this matter to the Duke.
"Damn it!" The thin man suddenly turned around and kicked Asa, who was completely defenseless, in the chest.
The sound of broken bones was extremely clear in the quiet dungeon. Several ribs in the still fragile chest were broken by this kick. There was a tightness in his chest. Asa fell backwards, and the back of his head hit a piece of straw.
On the protruding stone, his vision went dark and he fainted.
The two jailers heard the crisp sound and saw that the prisoner was motionless after falling to the ground. The fat man hurriedly opened the fence, came over to look at Asa, checked his breathing, and exclaimed: "Oops, I'm out of breath."
!" He touched his chest again. "Several ribs are broken. It seems that even the heartbeat is gone."
The thin man was also secretly surprised by the power of this kick, but he pretended to be calm and shouted: "What a fuss! What's the fuss about a dead prisoner? I've told you that I'm very good at kung fu. I used to do it when I was a soldier."
Famous. Go and ask back then..."
The fat man looked at the thin man in horror, and said in a hoarse voice: "This prisoner is a spy just sent by the Duke's Palace. He was told to keep him under guard. Baron Clovis caught him with his own hands. He may come for interrogation."
The thin man was still immersed in the bravery of kicking someone to death, and his eyes widened: "I'm afraid of a bird." It seemed that even if the baron came in person, he would probably kick him to death. But he breathed a little, and his heart was beating, after all.
There has been a lot of turmoil between heretics and spies recently. If you kill a spy, you might be suspected of being a spy and kill him. The baron is famous for his harshness. The thin man's voice became softer.
No.: "Wait until I think about it carefully..."
Soon after, when the two jailers had just finished setting up, Knight Clovis arrived.
"Escaped?" The knight's face was bluer than the color of the bluestone on the wall.
The two jailers covered their heads and necks, and the thin man replied in a dying voice: "He said he was seriously injured and asked us to find a doctor for him. This is an important prisoner you captured. We are afraid that he is really dead.
We just went in to see him, but we didn't know that he suddenly knocked us unconscious and ran away." To prove that he was dedicated to his duties, he pointed to other cells and said, "Ask other prisoners, they all saw it with their own eyes." The whole dungeon sounded like it was half dead.
sound of proof.
There was a burst of light in Clovis's eyes that could be directly used to kill people. He stared at the two jailers and said: "You are not allowed to move here until I come back." He turned around and ran out of the dungeon.
It wasn't until the footsteps disappeared for a while that the thin man took a breath and expressed his dissatisfaction in a very disdainful tone: "Why are you putting on such a stinky air? It's just because I was born that I am better off. If I was also born in the Erni family, he would
He's already a general at his age." Seeing the fat man still trembling and still fearful in the knight's eyes, the heroic spirit in his heart resurrected. He patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "How about it? You also said you wanted to do it yourself.
Disposing of the corpse is time-consuming and easy to find. Why don't you just give the thing to old Sandro? It will be much faster for him to help us solve the problem. If you did it, you would be too late. "
The fat man was still trembling, and he couldn't even hear his voice clearly: "His eyes are so scary."
The thin man was frothing at the mouth and said: "I told you before that these young men like to put on airs. They just rely on the power of the family, and their airs are scary. If he were a commoner with a flat head, I would kill him with just one kick...
.." The fat man echoed without hesitation.
Regardless of whether they were talking enthusiastically or listening attentively, the two of them stood there without moving.
It didn't take long, and even before their legs were sore, Clovis had already arranged the arrest operation for the Royal Guards and returned to the prison.
"Did the prisoner talk to anyone here?"
"It seems not..." The thin man didn't dare to look at Clovis and looked at the wall behind him. The fat man just stared at the ground and trembled.
"Like?" Clovis's voice seemed to be asking or talking to himself. The two jailers did not dare to answer.
"Yeah." Clovis seemed to have figured out something and made up his mind, and nodded slowly.
"No one makes mistakes. Even if you make a mistake, just try to make up for it. It's useless to regret and blame. Don't you think so?" The two jailers found that the knight's face was not that ugly, and he no longer looked that shameful.
His eyes were green with fear, and there was even a little warmth in his eyes, and the words he spoke to them seemed to be forgiving and comforting them. This made them relieved, and the thin man quickly replied: "Yes, yes, we will try our best to make up for it."
"Okay, okay, that's what you said." Clovis put his hands on the shoulders of the two jailers, which made them completely flattered. The fat man was not afraid at all, and felt that this handsome and amiable young nobleman was simply better than
The statues of gods in the church are still worthy of respect. The thin man also admitted from the bottom of his heart that this rich kid was probably a little taller than him.
Bang. A muffled sound echoed in the air of the dungeon.
Two bodies, one fat and one thin, fell down next to each other, as if they were on good terms with each other. Even the blood and brains were mixed together, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other. The distance was relatively close, and the situation here could be seen clearly from several fences.
Exclamations.
Knight Clovis frowned majestically, and in his slow and steady tone, like an adult scolding a child, he scolded the repeated screams: "What are you arguing about? They are just shouldering their responsibilities. You guys
There are also responsibilities.”
Back at the Duke's Mansion, Duke M'lak learned that the prisoner had escaped, but his expression did not change much. He just calmly ordered that the prisoner's belongings be brought to him to see.
Knight Clovis looked at the Duke's calm expression and felt sincere admiration. This was a man who never let anyone know what he was thinking, but his narrowed and smiling eyes seemed to be able to see through anything.
The deepest secrets in the human heart. This is what Clovis wants to learn.
Holding the knife in his hand and looking at it carefully, the Duke's eyes narrowed even more. He stroked his fingers along the blade, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly asked Clovis: "What kind of knife do you think this is?"
Clovis looked at it carefully and replied: "It is not a soldier's weapon produced by a regular weapons factory, it is forged by an ordinary private blacksmith shop." He looked at it carefully again. "He is a very good blacksmith."
"Yes, it was made by a very good blacksmith. The inclination, length, and thickness of the blade are all well controlled. Can you see the relationship between this blacksmith and the user of this knife?"
Clovis looked carefully, but couldn't see it. He had to answer: "I can't see it."
"This knife is very practical, and every useful place is made appropriately, but there is no trace of decoration, not even the most basic decoration. In other words, this knife is not a commodity, or even a friend's weapon.
It’s a gift. It seems to be for his own use.” The Duke asked: “How old do you think the soldier is?”
"About twenty."
"If he made this knife by himself, then he had to start practicing the blacksmith's craft in his mother's womb. The person who made this knife should be his elder, maybe his father." The Duke's inference made Clovis fall to the ground. "
The iron used in this knife is also high-quality concentrate. How can an ordinary blacksmith's family have so much high-quality concentrate for a person who works as a temporary mercenary soldier? Unless..."
"Unless his home is near a mine that produces concentrate." Clovis continued. "My subordinates will send people to Kalendo to investigate."
"No need. It's only been less than an hour anyway. He must still be in the city. Just look for him carefully." The Duke put down the knife. "Where is the chair where the soldier sat and the cup he used?"
"Well...this...I ordered it to be thrown away."
"Throw it away?" A rare look of surprise appeared in the Duke's eyes. "Why?"
"...I think it is completely sacrilegious to leave something used by someone like that in the house."
The Duke stared at Clovis for a long time. Although he knew that the Duke did not mean to be angry or blaming, Clovis still felt a little hairy on his back.
"You are still too young." The Duke looked back and came to a conclusion in a helpless tone. Then he issued an order: "Tell the officers of the Royal Guards that this spy is extremely dangerous. If found, he will be executed on the spot. Do not interact with him."
chat."
"Yes." Clovis accepted the order and retreated. He believed in the efficiency of the Royal Guards. Maybe that soldier is already dead now.
"Why are you still alive?"
When Asa woke up, the first thing he heard was a complaint. This kind of tone often appeared in the vegetable market. When an old woman bought unsatisfactory or shoddy vegetables and meat, she would