On the third day after the dark prison was destroyed, King Fernando of August was sitting in the stone chamber, listening to the quarrel between several ministers with a smile.
"The dark prison is a prison that violates the gods. I personally think it should be converted into a monastery." University scholar Knut said lightly.
"Monastery? Are you paying for it? Since we already have an arcane bazaar, why can't we have a douqi bazaar?" Finance Minister Woodleg Frey said with a smile.
"Are you crazy? Prisoners should be put into dark cells. I will never waver on this matter." Manuel, the former Prime Minister, scolded.
"There is no problem in equipping a magic defense shield, but the corresponding magician needs the dark prison to find a way on its own." Great Mage Yuri said.
At noon that day, the news of the reconstruction of the black cell spread throughout Aogu City. Although people were not surprised by this, no one was happy either.
The Prime Minister, who was standing outside the black cell, looked at the ruins with a gloomy expression. He thought that he had enough things to do, but now he has inherited such a mess.
"Lord Manuel, don't worry, leave everything to me." The warden's arm was wrapped in a bandage, and his right eye socket was still swollen.
"Place the prisoners first, and then give your plan to me for review." After Manuel said that, he turned and left.
However, the warden called out to the other party, and mysteriously pulled him into a deserted alley, where he expressed his true thoughts.
As a prison cell that has existed since the Old King's period, the Black Prison has always been used to imprison and execute criminals. However, as time goes by, the number of people in Augu City increases, and naturally the Black Prison becomes increasingly overwhelmed.<
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Therefore, under this very real pressure, the warden had no choice but to hold a killing show. The original purpose was to reduce the pressure of overcrowding in the prison, but unexpectedly it won unanimous praise from the nobles present.
The warden had no choice but to promise to hold another killing show in the near future. Naturally, countless gold coins were received and many cells were freed up in the black jail.
As time passed, the warden, who was gradually blinded by money, became more and more crazy. From that day on, he began to think about various ways to abuse prisoners every day.
However, under this high-intensity "live performance", the originally noisy black jail became more and more deserted. In many cases, the number of people was even less than thirty.
Prisoners are the basis for performing. A wonderful performance can make the nobles happy, and as long as the nobles are happy, they can harvest more gold coins.
Under this twisted thought, the warden was no longer satisfied with waiting passively. He put on his robe and stuffed countless money bags into the hands of the city guard in the dark.
However, he was extremely cautious in doing things. The criminals who entered the black jail were all poor people from the slums or immigrants from other principalities.
As for professionals and businessmen, the warden doesn't even dare to think about it. He is a timid person to begin with, and the capital he needs to live and settle down is just the taxes paid to the royal family on a regular basis.
Gold coins stained with blood were packed into wooden boxes one after another, and the contemptuous eyes were always cold. He liked the atmosphere of the dark prison, because only here, he was the king.
Looking at the departing back of former Prime Minister Manuel, his expression changed from flattery to more sinister. The cruel smile was swallowed up by the shadows in the alley, and a deep voice came from his mouth.
"Send someone to sneak into the prisoners and monitor all their actions in the underground arena." The warden turned to look at his men, who wanted to nod and leave.
"Wait a minute, send this bag of gold coins over together. After all, Sergio and I are also traveling together now." The warden thought for a while and said again.
At this time, Sergio was sitting in the mercenary union, staring at the visitor with an indifferent expression. Although he had been inactive all his life, he was after all one of the four major families in Aogu City.
"Tell your master that I will take good care of you, but if this behavior happens again, you will be prepared to be hunted down by all the mercenaries!"
Sergio said softly, a cruel cold light flashed in his eyes. The other party was just a small warden, but he dared to provoke the four major families.
However, rebuilding the black jail is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for many poor people. Whether they move bricks or stir sand and mud, they can get a silver coin every day.
For the poor, the meaning of this silver coin is survival. It can be exchanged for a dozen pieces of black bread, or seven or eight pots of low-quality ale.
The originally noisy Aogu City has become even more noisy. Driven by money, black cells are being piled up at an incredible speed.
But no one noticed that their task was only to work on the outer body and the fourth layer of the earth. As for the large pit with a depth of more than 20 meters, it was always guarded by city guards.
A week later, many poor people have returned to normal life again. Those who should go through the trash cans are still full of stench, and those who should go to the market area to pick up vegetable leaves are still able to do so regardless of rain or shine.
But in the newly built black cell, there were ten poor people standing at this time. These "lucky" people were naturally chosen to build the pit.
The drizzle in the warm moon was like fluff. Although it was gentle, it still moistened the whole world. The warden stood in the dark cell, with a smile finally showing on his face.
The four floors above ground have been expanded to twice the original size, and the underground "nobles' playground" is comparable to one-third of the market area.
As for the ten "lucky" poor people, they had already been killed by his men, and even their corpses were stuffed into the stone wall.
"From today on, no one is allowed to approach the dark cell. Next is the critical moment to deploy the magic defense shield, which is also our biggest life-saving move."
The warden put on an expression of not allowing strangers to enter, and the cronies around him nodded and left. After a while, the black cell was surrounded, and the magicians of the Secret Magic Guild stepped in.
"Hello adults, I'm sorry to trouble you all in this weather." The warden smiled and walked towards the magician and quietly stuffed him with a small bag.
There were several high-grade magic crystals inside. Although the warden paid a large price for this, he did not want the tragedy of the prison to be destroyed to happen again.
"Don't waste time, I'm busy, you just stand aside." The magician replied coldly, but he still put the magic crystals into the storage bag.
Not long after, an elemental magic crystal was stuffed into each of the four corners of the dark cell. And the main activation disk was placed in the warden's office.
"These four magic crystals can only be used once, for two hours each time." The magician explained.
"To activate it, you only need to twist the magic crystal in the center of the magic plate, and the person who performs daily maintenance must have at least an intermediate level of strength." The magician warned again.
The warden smiled and nodded, and then there was another burst of flattery until the carriage he was riding in disappeared in the drizzle.
Two days later, the black cell was filled with prisoners again, and a young man appeared beside the warden.
But his expression now looks very strange, so the paper that came with the prisoner clearly contains the things he cares about most.