"I said, can't you give me some rest time? I'm already in my seventies or eighty!"
"Sir Augustine, please be accommodating. Look, we are all your dogs, right?"
The man in black and white clothes smiled. He scratched his head uncomfortably and made a respectful gesture of invitation.
"Who is it now?" Augustine walked vigorously, even more steadily than the man.
"Lord Jose of the Heretic Tribunal, Jose Jean Villava, as you know, the Prison of the Dead and the Heretic Tribunal have the same origin, and his authority is also valid in the Prison of the Dead."
The man lowered his eyebrows and thought about his words for a while: "And Mr. Jose said, you will definitely...not refuse?" At this point, the man's tone rose a little, and he was obviously a little confused.
"...I understand, arrange a place for us where no one will disturb us."
"Understood! But Sir, please forgive me for the cuffs and all that. After all, others don't know anything yet." The man carefully put the handcuffs and anklets over him. Augustine just frowned and put them on reluctantly.
The man apologetically held Augustine's back shoulder. In addition to layers of spiral stairs, the encircling Hell of the Dead also had physical elevators that relied on heavy objects to lift and lower. The sound of heavy chains could be heard one after another, and could still be heard faintly.
The criminals cried out in pain.
"The person who built the Prison of the Dead is said to be Master Galilei nearly four hundred years ago. He was truly a genius, proficient in dozens of aspects of knowledge. Only one person has successfully escaped from the Prison of the Dead so far."
The man muttered to himself, and he roughly carried Augustine up the iron cage-like elevator. People in the same uniform he met on the way greeted him respectfully.
The damp, cold prison of the dead is like the abyss of hell. The iron bars of the lifting cage are covered with the blood of the criminals. The dried blood is mottled and mixed with some rusty iron, creating a disgusting mixture.
smell.
"Good evening, Master Zari!"
"Lord Zari!"
"Master Zari, good evening."
In the lifting cage, several people in the darkness bowed slightly to the man who was escorting Augustine. After saluting, the cage became deathly silent again.
This is the case in the Prison of the Undead. The people on duty always just nod and say hello to their colleagues. Even in the dark underground, their faces are more or less covered with ornaments. In their eyes, there is no emotion, only a deathly coldness.
.
Compared with the prisoners who entered the prison of the dead, they are more like the walking dead, or ghosts underground. They are familiar with countless cruel criminal laws. In their hands, you will regret coming to this world.
"Let me out... I will fight to the end..." In the lifting cage, a male criminal suddenly stood up. His limbs were already embedded in the flesh with iron chains. I don't know where he got the strength to pounce on him.
regulators.
"Bang!" The supervisor turned sideways slightly and directly grabbed the male criminal's neck. He raised his tired eyelids and punched the criminal in the face, breaking several of his teeth.
"Number 9c-7741, resisted the supervisor. 12 points were deducted, and the current score is -7 points. Since the score reached a negative value, in accordance with the eleventh item of Chapter 3 of the "Law of the Dead", his wife and daughter were imprisoned to the Necromancer.
Prison labor until the points are repaid.”
A masked woman wearing a nun's robe appeared on the spiral steps not far away. She glanced coldly at the people in the lifting cage, and the prisoners she saw shrank into a ball in fear.
"It's the Darkkeeper... and the Judge!" someone whispered among the slave laborers on the 64th floor. They looked at the Iron Masked Sister in fear and the two-meter-five-meter giant man behind her holding a huge hammer.
"You can't do this! My daughter is only 12 years old this year!" I don't know who gave 7741 the courage. He stood up with difficulty and roared at the Dark Sister.
"9c-7741 resists the "Law of the Undead" and will be deducted 20 points. The initial score is -27 points. After being classified into darkness, the score is -26 points. His wife and daughter will become slaves of the Prison of the Undead for life. The judge!"
Sister Keeping Dark looked at the book in her hand calmly, until finally she called the name of the man behind her.
"I don't have to do anything, Lord Judge." Zari, who was beside Augustine, swallowed in fear, and he quickly stabbed the male prisoner's throat with a knife.
Only then did the Dark-Guarding Sister raise her eyes, her gray eyes peering through the iron mask. After confirming that the male prisoner was dead, she walked away slowly and steadily.
"Level 21, special visit to the trial floor. Please place your badge at the sensor of the lifting cage..."
A cold female voice sounded, and Zari hurriedly took out a round badge from his pocket, and pressed it unfamiliarly to the sensing area of the cage.
"The damn annihilation mechanism has made the already complicated Prison of the Dead even more complicated!" Zari cursed and held Augustine in custody, while the archbishop behind him remained as calm as water.
"Welcome to the person on duty, Mr. Zari." The cold female voice appeared again, a gap appeared in the iron cage, and the rest of the people on duty nodded slightly to Zari to show respect.
The dark corridor has several glass windows, but the dark and damp feeling is like a bloody mouth. Zari has walked there many times but it is still difficult to accept it.
"This is it, sir." After walking for a long time, Zari slowly opened a door hidden on both sides of the passage. There was only a small kerosene lamp in the clean and cold visiting room.
Zari bowed politely and locked the door. No matter what was discussed inside, even if it was about assassinating His Majesty Manton Long, he would pretend that he had not heard it.
"Little girl, do you still remember my old bones?" Augustine looked at the young man over the kerosene lamp with a smile, his handsome appearance showing his feminine side.
"Grandpa..." Jose blinked, he...no no, it should be said to be her. She slowly untied the accessories on her hair, and her long, beautiful black hair poured down like a waterfall.
The sinister and cunning aura began to withdraw obviously when he saw the old man. Jose stood up and threw himself into Augustine's arms.
"Why haven't you grown up yet?" Augustine stroked Jose's hair lovingly, "Like your sister, she knows how to resist me now!"
"Sister is a fool. She thought she could break free from your grasp. In fact, the master she was loyal to was just your abandoned son." Jose said playfully.
From the moment she let down her hair, her elegant and feminine beauty could no longer be concealed. She usually adjusted her makeup, but tonight she had washed her face carefully, and her original girlish face no longer looked like one.
It can't be covered up either.
"Grandpa, have you told your sister her identity?" Jose frowned lightly.
"Not yet, I'm just afraid she won't be able to accept it."
"But you came to me so late today, don't you just want to see grandpa?" Augustine concentrated, and he looked at his granddaughter with some curiosity.
"Grandpa, someone asked me to give you a note." Jose also became serious, and she took out a light yellow piece of paper from the pocket of the uniform of the Heretic Tribunal.
"Hide the seventh piece." Jose's somewhat neutral voice carefully read out the content on the piece of paper word by word.
What she didn't see was that Augustine's usually calm face turned as pale as paper in an instant.