Since having the Wonder House, Boom placed it in the attic, even destroying two walls. So the two began to live in the Wonder House. The original intention of doing so was simple, that is, they could put it in at any time.
He took him into his arms and fled with his family.
Rikka has no objection to this, because in her opinion, as long as she can live with Boom, it doesn't matter where she lives.
But the moving process lasted two full days. Boom had no requirements for the environment. A bed and a quilt were enough. But Rikka seemed to be possessed by an artist. Not only did she bring in countless furniture, she even hung up
The crystal chandeliers and murals make you feel like you are moving into a new home.
The original wonderful house was just a space the size of a yard, with nothing else except a few necessities. Now, it has become an exquisite residence comparable to that of a small nobleman. It is not only beautiful and grand, but also has a unique layout.
Very reasonable.
"Brother, what do you think we will do if someone else comes in?" Rikka stood at the door of the attic, constantly looking at the wonderful house in front of her.
"No, unless they destroy this thing from the outside." Boom replied with some humor.
The Wonder House is indeed the latest product of the Goblin clan. In addition to its huge space, Rikka's concerns have already been taken into consideration.
Each wonder house will come with an exclusive magic note. If the owner chooses not to use it, anyone can enter and exit at will.
But if you choose to use it, the people who can come and go at will can only be the names written on the magic paper. And the identity must be activated through blood to distinguish the owner from strangers.
As for the magic note, Boom had already written his and Rikka's names on it, and it turned into a wisp of smoke with the candlelight.
However, when the two of them marveled at the Wonderful House, a bloody feast was taking place.
The dark prison is a place that all the Ogu people talk about. It is said that less than a hundred people can come out intact every year, including those who go crazy.
There are imprisoned in it some extremely guilty murderers, some unrepentant thieves, and countless wronged poor people. There are even knights who have abandoned their faith, or magicians who have violated the bottom line.
The black cell is located in the west of the city. It is a five-story stone tower. The first and second floors have the most prisoners and are the noisiest. The third floor is the warden's office and the interrogation room where crimes are pronounced.
Most of the people on the underground floor are professionals or death row criminals with several lives behind them. As for the last floor, very few people have ever entered it. It is said that it is a corner forgotten by the gods.
Under the moonlight, several carriages slowly stopped outside the dark prison fence. After some confirmation, they gradually melted into the darkness. As for the guards, their arms were also filled with gold coins.
Click! Click! The iron sheet on the outside of the wheel rubbed against the ground, which seemed very harsh in this silent environment. The sound of moaning was like the lament of the god of death, constantly spurting from the horse's mouth.
Several people quietly walked into the dark cell, and the warden, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately bowed and saluted. The silhouettes of the group were stretched by the candlelight, and then twisted together again and again.
The outer cell door on the underground floor slowly opened. Countless criminals raised their heads, and resentful eyes followed one after another. But that was all they could do, because the guards showed their whips one after another.
Walking to the end, the stone door leading to the lowest level opened again, and there was a faint light inside, and even wailing and crying could be heard.
"Master Warden, what's new this month? Aren't they just some shitty poor people again?" A nobleman in purple robes sat in the box and asked immediately.
"That's right, the food here is getting boring. I don't even want to come." Another nobleman in dark green robes said as an excuse.
Immediately, similar complaints sounded one after another. One person said they wanted to go home and sleep, and the other person said they might as well go drink and pick up girls. In short, they were very dissatisfied with the warden's recent performance.
"Everyone, today I can guarantee that not only are the candidates excellent, but the program is even more exciting. It's just the performance fee..." The warden rubbed his hands, looking embarrassed.
"What nonsense! I'm glad that the gold coins are not a problem, otherwise you, the warden, won't have to work tomorrow." The red-robed nobleman who had not spoken a word scolded, his words full of disdain.
The warden raised his head and glanced at the man, but immediately ordered his men to start performing. More than twenty prisoners were seen, restrained by iron shackles as thick as arms, standing in a square formation amid the urging of the guards.<
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"Today's show is called Xiaoxiaole. Each of them holds a color in their palms. Each time you point out three people, if the colors are the same, you win, otherwise, you lose." The warden turned around and said.
"What about victory? What about failure?" The red-robed noble took a sip of ale and asked curiously.
"Haha, if you win, the three of you will be beheaded on the spot. If you fail... you will have to pay ten gold coins." The warden bowed and saluted.
A burst of unbridled laughter filled the box, and the purple-robed noble took the lead in pointing out the three people, but ended in failure.
Later, the green-robed noble also pointed out the three of them, but they were also of different colors. He was so angry that he took out a handful of gold coins and threw them directly at the prisoners.
Time passed by minute by second, and in the end the red-robed nobleman came out on top. But the three selected people looked ashen at this moment, like pigs lingering on their last breath.
"I wonder if I can execute the execution myself?" The red-robed nobleman smiled and took out a bag of gold coins and threw it to the warden, who ordered someone to fetch a long sword.
The red-robed nobleman walked up to the three of them and nodded with satisfaction. Because those forbidden magic stones represented that these people were all magicians.
Pfft! The long sword slowly squeezed and deformed the skin, cutting off the muscles and nerves, and finally pressed against the bones. The warm blood flowed back along the blade to the fingertips, and the sticky touch was intoxicating, even charming.
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The wailing echoed at the bottom of the dark cell, and the death of the second man was even more tragic. His chest was a blur, black pepper was mixed with minced meat, and olive oil was wrapped in a severed finger.
The third person may be the luckiest. His head is drooping at this time, swinging like a pendulum. Death is an unchangeable outcome, but the pain varies from person to person.
The ancient city of Aogu was silent at midnight, and there was an endless stream of carriages of nobles outside the black cell. Seven or eight boxes were packed with people, sometimes lighting the prisoners with their hands, sometimes drinking and singing, and laughing.
The original "stage" was already filled with blood. Those who were still alive buried their heads in their chests, trying not to look at the quagmire of flesh and blood around them.
The Black Prison Game has officially become a new entertainment project in Aogu City today. In the eyes of the prisoners, it is an extremely perverted and twisted behavior. But the nobles do not think so. They think it is a reasonable way to vent their inner grievances, and even
It has been beautified into "the playground of the gods".
For the warden and the prison guards, anything that can satisfy the desires of the nobles is a shortcut to making money. Prisoners are bound to die, so it is better to die more valuable.
The darkness before dawn carefully wrapped up the last trace of filth. The nobles left the dark prison in a carriage, and the dark prison ushered in a new day. As for the flesh and blood, they were splashed into the garbage dump outside the wall.