There are a total of five cells in a circle on the bottom floor. They are no longer locked with simple iron bars but with iron doors 40 to 50 centimeters thick.
The rusty iron door is engraved with mysterious and ancient patterns, like snakes. But the patterns are as if they are alive, and every time the bell ringer sees it, his limbs will weaken with fear.
This character is more like the complexity of this world, and it feels mysterious and ancient, like looking up at the stars.
"Is there anyone there? Jihu? Andy?" The bell ringer's teeth were chattering unconsciously. He raised the ore lamp in his hand. There should be other soldiers stationed here.
Where are the people? These thieves won’t go out to drink, right? Really, what if the warden comes! They will all lose their jobs!
The bell ringer was a little angry. The cold air around him was getting heavier and heavier. The dirty water droplets had condensed into icicles. The bell ringer had to retract his old book-cover hands into his sleeves. The hot breath he exhaled turned into ice shavings in an instant.
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"Ahem..." He walked to the rusty iron door and suddenly tripped over something. He squatted down to inspect, and his face turned pale the next moment.
It was those two soldiers! The old bell-ringer shakily put his finger in front of their noses, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Their weak breathing proved that they were still alive, probably just frozen.
The bell ringer slowly opened the iron door, which was as thick as a wall. The cold air rushed inside, and the old man couldn't help but want to run away.
"Lord João Leno?" The bell ringer swallowed a mouthful of saliva and called tentatively into the dark cage.
"..." There was silence, except for the howling cold wind coming from the high vents.
The bell ringer grasped the shotgun at his waist. He slowly approached and placed the ore lamp in front of the cage.
The heavy chain had been cut off, and frost spread on the iron bars of the cage. Only then did the bell ringer realize that the cage had been artificially forced open. Then the people inside...
The bell ringer screamed inwardly. Before he could draw out his shotgun, a slender figure jumped down and struck him hard on the back of the neck. The old man's eyes suddenly went dark and he fainted.
"Michelle, don't hurt him. You are so..."
"Okay, okay, Joao. They have done this to you, and you are still protecting these dungeon guards."
The girl sounded impatiently, and the man smiled bitterly and had to close his mouth.
"...Michelle, thank you."
João Leno, the lord of Cinto City, suddenly spoke. He lifted the ore lamp in the hand of the bell ringer. In Michelle's eyes, he saw a man in ragged clothes and covered with bruises.
"Joao, Baron Holmland, rebelled. He led several affiliated cities in the south and the city of Sinto to attack the city of Noli."
Michelle's long chestnut hair hung down casually, and there was a hint of heaviness in her gray-blue eyes.
"No wonder the guards are so lax tonight. As a member of the Monsa Order, this is the first time I see only two people guarding me."
João chuckled. He put on broken and blood-stained glasses, and his embarrassment could not hide his elegant temperament.
"You're obviously not!" Michelle suddenly became furious. She tilted her head and looked at her brother with a different surname angrily.
"Okay, okay, take these soldiers on your back. They will freeze to death here."
João walked up to Michelle and touched her head with a wry smile, just like a father and a brother who always find it difficult to resist the little temper of their daughter or sister.
"No, I'll freeze to death." Michelle puffed up her mouth and turned her head to one side. Every time Joao changed the subject like this, she didn't know where to vent her temper.
"Oh, okay." Joao could only slowly carry the old body of the bell ringer on his own, but due to his tall but thin body, coupled with the injuries all over his body, he stopped to rest after taking a few steps.
"Ahhh! Really! Mind your own business!"
Michelle stood aside with cold eyes, watching Joao stagger forward, holding her forehead helplessly.
"Joao! Are you stupid..." Michelle's voice suddenly stopped, she narrowed her eyes, and slowly bowed her body like a female leopard giving an attack signal.
"Joao, get down!" Michelle's eyes were sharp, and the ice pick in her hand was slowly condensing.
The area around her became colder and colder, and a trace of viciousness flashed through her gray-blue eyes.
"Bang!" As soon as her ice pick was blocked in front of her, the opponent was already attacking with an arrow, and the long sword slashed at her fiercely. This knight didn't hold back at all, and he wanted to kill the opponent from the moment he drew his sword.
"Witch, I will kill you." The knight withdrew his sword and his steady voice echoed in the small cage.
"Hmph." Michelle jumped back. She didn't know the opponent's strength, so naturally it was best to keep distance.
The ground she touched on Shi Lei was originally dark and damp, but now it was even covered with a layer of frost.
"Sir Ken Luo Lei, chief knight of the direwolf, is right. Someone will come to the dungeon to rob the prison. Witch, if you dare to kill the direwolf soldiers, I will make you pay the price."
Standing in the darkness, Ken thought of the two soldiers who fell to the ground outside the door. They must have been killed by this witch! His face suddenly darkened, and he no longer had any reservations about taking action.
"Tsk..." Michelle bit her lip with some grievance. She was used to it. She is a witch. In the eyes of ordinary people, isn't a witch the embodiment of evil?
"Witch, from the moment you fell, you could have imagined that the brilliance of the goddess Nosi would eventually pierce your darkness!"
Ken yelled, and he rushed in front of Michelle, and the coldness poured into his body.
This is the witch! She is not an ordinary girl. According to the teachings of knights, she can be killed! Ken roared, shaking away the hesitation in his mind, and slashed at Michelle with the knight's sword.
She held the sword?! Ken's eyes widened. Under the weak light of the ore lamp, the girl in front of him waved her arm, and then easily held the sharp edge of the sword!
When Ken got closer, he realized that this girl was so young, she seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her long chestnut hair was a bit messy, her gray-blue eyes were like stars in the night, and her small face was as delicate as that of a noble lady.
It's a pity that she is a witch. The moment they betrayed the goddess Nosi and fell into the arms of Mengsa, they had already become the enemies of this world.
Frost climbed up from the edge of the sword, and the ice and snow were clearly visible. Michelle's expression was a little painful. She clutched the edge of the sword tightly. In her eyes, it was the ferocious face of the chief knight.
"Ping Cha" the icy cold air burst out in an instant, Ken was suddenly suffocated, and the knight's sword in his hand turned into ice shavings in an instant. It exploded and scattered in front of Ken's shocked eyes.
The girl in front of him had such a cold expression for the first time, and there was a trace of struggle in her eyes. Ken was horrified to find that his blood seemed to be slowly solidifying, and he seemed to be turning into an ice sculpture...
Just like his own knight's sword, it turned into ice shards and disappeared...
"Michelle, control yourself!" A clear voice appeared, and the Lord of Cinto City, João, yelled at the last moment.
As Michelle took a deep breath, Ken found that the extreme cold around him had disappeared, and his nose could breathe normally.
The scene just now was like an environment!
"Devil, witch!" Ken looked at the girl in front of him in fear, with a trace of ferocious disgust in his eyes.