Although the Consul of Cisse, Chloe, admitted that he wanted to punish the criminals, this chaotic phenomenon has not diminished. It has even become more and more bad.
However, under the iron law, there must be dead souls. Countless unlucky ghosts were imprisoned and eventually became sacrifices for the bloody desires of the nobles.
No one would interfere with this kind of thing. Nobles are also human beings, so they naturally need to find an outlet to vent their grievances.
A principality, even a race, or even the entire Austrian continent. Everyone suffers, regardless of status, let alone gold coins and food.
Under the cover of night, carriages came quietly. The prison guards bowed and saluted, and the head warden had a smile on his face.
Cisse is a very straightforward place. As long as you pay, you will get corresponding rewards. As a result, the palace has gathered power, and the prison has gained countless gold coins.
Those who cannot stand it, those who are extremely unlucky, all prisoners are commodities. And the hard iron prison is a showcase for displaying these commodities.
More than twenty aristocratic young men moved forward slowly, many of them with the female companions they had chosen. The sound of iron shackles behind them became more and more noisy, but what reached the ears of the warden was the beautiful sound of gold coins.<
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The spacious basement is the size of two basketball courts, and more than fifty prisoners are huddled in the corner, waiting for the final trial.
"Everyone, everyone, welcome to the prison. Today's program is 'Death Roulette'. Bidders are asked to mark their prey in person."
As the warden's voice sounded, many nobles stood up with smiles and walked towards the stage. At this time, they all held a small knife in their hands.
The screams and curses were mixed together, and the prisoners either knelt down and begged for mercy, or simply stared angrily. As a Highgarden person, how could he not know the horror he was about to face.
The sharp knife cut through the skin, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared in the middle of the chest. Two afterimages flashed, and the other prisoner had two wounds on his body.
The third person cried and begged on his arms and waist, but what he received in return was a violent beating from the prison guard. The double-crossed skin was torn, and the mentally and physically exhausted prisoner fainted instantly on the spot.
However, the worst thing is those waiting behind. As for the unlucky guy No. 55 at the end, he has already entered the Hall of Valor due to excessive blood loss.
A huge turntable stood in the center of the stage. Seeing this, the nobles took out their money bags one after another. The prison only charged admission fees, but these personal behaviors had nothing to do with it.
Ridicule and ridicule abounded. Some people were annoyed because they did not bring enough gold coins, and some even sneered at the other party's provocation.
The delicate copper bell rang, and most of the nobles had a number plate placed in front of them. It might represent nearly a hundred gold coins, or a young girl who was as beautiful as a flower, or a house somewhere in the High Garden. The two iron balls were continuously hit into the air by the edges and corners, and then fell rapidly. After more than ten seconds, they finally settled in two wooden grooves, one for No. 18 and the other for No. 9.
Two exclamations sounded one after another, but what followed was a chorus of complaints. The winner gained property, house deeds, and slaves. The loser could only drink cups of wine.
"I would like to ask you two adults, how do you plan to deal with the prey? Life or death?" The warden bowed and saluted, looking at the two of them with a smile.
"Since it's a good start, it's natural to have a red attitude. The blood excites me and I praise the gods." One of the old men said loudly.
Immediately, the prisoner with nine knife marks carved on his body was beheaded. Blood gushed out like a fountain, but the old man turned a blind eye to it and kept kneading the beautiful woman beside him.
"I choose hanging. The smell of blood is disgusting, and the way of death shouldn't be so cruel." Another person thought for a while and said.
Following an order, the prisoner with eighteen blood marks was suspended in the air. His limbs gradually turned blue due to blood stasis, and a smell of feces and urine filled the air.
Laughter rang out again, expensive wine splashed, numbers were called out, and lives ended. There were only three people left on the stage, but there was no trace of happiness on their faces.
The roulette wheel that was supposed to spin again stood still. One of the three young men was foaming at the mouth and was already frightened. The nobles laughed and stood up one after another, because in their opinion, today's performance was over.<
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"Wait a minute! There are only two people left now, why don't we guess which one of them is more powerful?" A voice sounded again from the noble group, and everyone's footsteps stopped.
"Warden, tell them to fight each other, and the winner will be free." The speaker was the son of a certain marquis, and he was a frequent visitor to prison performances.
The nobles looked at each other and smiled. Naturally, they would not object to this proposal. Anyone who can come here is an alien if he doesn't like blood.
There were no weapons, and no shackles were removed. The two prisoners only relied on their own bodies to compete for the only place to survive.
The fists touched the flesh, and the feet fell into the arms. The laughter of the nobles rang out again, and more people threw forks or silver plates towards the stage.
Blood splattered everywhere, and screams of pain and curses rang out one after another. The most primitive battle may be far more cruel than the blade, but it is also more enjoyable.
Finally, the middle-aged man on the left stopped breathing. At this time, he had a candlestick stuck in his eye socket, and his throat was bitten to pieces.
"You are free, get out of my prison!" The warden waved his hand, and the man's shackles were immediately released. Amid the laughter of the nobles, he slowly walked out of this purgatory-like prison. "To be honest, our Cisse's performances are getting more and more unsightly." A nobleman spat and said with some reluctance.
"Yes, I heard that the new programs in Aogu City are of many levels. Not only will you have a lot of fun, but if you are lucky, you can also gain huge wealth."
Another nobleman spoke, his words full of curiosity and dissatisfaction.
"Our Xisai is a free place where capable people live. I will tell my father about this matter. If you, the warden, don't have any new ideas, you might as well go to the market area to buy vegetables."
The last person to speak was none other than William, the consul's son and Camerin's apprentice. When everyone saw what this man said, they no longer bothered with today's boring performance.
The carriage drove away slowly, and the nobles returned to the mansion one after another. The warden was sitting on the edge of the stage, looking a little dull and full of fear.
New ideas, more cruel and bloody scenes. This thought kept swirling in his mind, and finally turned into a smile, imprinted on the corner of his mouth.
No one knows what bad idea he came up with, and no one cares about such trivial matters. A prison is a prison, and its function is to detain prisoners and to quickly consume the idle people in the High Court.
The stage finally fell into darkness, but the broken limbs that had not yet been cleaned up were still covered in blood.
In the extremely sticky dark red blood stains, the broken eyeballs are connected to the flesh tendons, and the leftovers from last night remain on the gray-black nails.
Even a prisoner who is still alive is trying to crawl towards the exit. There is the only source of light in his eyes, and it is the hope of survival that is outside his mind.
But as the skin and flesh continued to rub against the wooden floor, or the sternum continued to break, he finally stopped breathing, and his left hand, which was always raised high, was forever fixed at the edge of the stage.