Love And Fate

Escape From Prison

Asa rubbed his neck and woke up. He found himself lying on a pile of rotten grass.A mouse quickly jumped up from his feet and drilled into the gap in the corner.

Looking up, he could see that the three walls were made of large pieces of bluestone. Only two vent holes that were slightly larger than the fist on the wall leaked some dim light.On the other side was an arm-thick wooden fence. There were several wooden fences outside the wooden fence. This was a cold dungeon.

He was in the Duke's mansion, but now he was in a prison cell.The significant contrast made Aso dizzy for a moment.He shook his head and thought about it, but he was even more confused

Could it be that the knight suspected that there was something wrong between me and his fiancée?Or did he think that I was the one who had injured his fiancée?Asa carefully filtered his report in his heart. There were indeed no loopholes.He had dealt with the story about the swamp on his way to the capital.Was it that knight's idea?Then he could only talk to the duke in person.

Asa suddenly heard a strange sound from a cell beside him.It was a man and a woman gasping for breath.

Before he could react, the door of the dungeon was kicked open.A skinny man dressed as a jailer rushed in and rushed to the door of the cell where someone was moaning. He kicked the wooden fence and shouted," Get out!"

She tried her best to moan a few times before a fat jailer slowly walked out with his pants in his hands.

"What's the matter with you?" cried the scrawny jailer.Didn't you say I' d come first?"

The fat jailer smacked his lips and replied slowly," Who told you to come so late? You haven't come after the shift change time. I' m anxious."

The scrawny jailer was still shouting," f**k you, I didn't see you wait so hard in normal time. I' m a few minutes late and you're going to complain for a long time. Now you' re not in a hurry to go back. I'm enjoying myself here.Why should I help you rinse the pot?"

Fatty still unhurriedly said:" forget it, since it has been done, it is no use to say, you can do it or not you...... or you wait for her to release......"

The thin man got more and more furious:" f**k you...

Asa approached the wooden fence and said to the two jailers outside," I want to see Duke Mrak...." He wondered how to explain the matter to the Duke.

"See your mother!"The skinny man suddenly turned around and sent a kick flying, hitting the completely unprepared Asa's chest.

The sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear in the quiet dungeon.A few of the ribs in front of Asa's still fragile chest were broken by this kick. His chest Asa fell backwards. The back of his head hit a protruding rock under the straw. His vision darkened and he fainted.

The two jailers heard the crisp sound and saw the prisoner fall to the ground without moving.Fatty hurriedly opened the wooden fence and came over to take a look at Asa. He sniffed and exclaimed," Oh no, he's out of breath!"He touched his chest again."A few of his ribs were broken."I feel like my heart is gone."

The thin man was also secretly surprised by the power of the kick, but he forced himself to calm down and shouted," What are you panicking about?What's the big deal about a dead prisoner?I told you that I was very good at martial arts and became famous when I was a soldier.You go and ask..."

The fat man looked at the scrawny man in horror, and said in a husky voice," This prisoner is a spy who has just been caught by the Duke's Mansion, and ordered him to be kept in strict custody. It was Baron Clavis who caught this spy himself, and he may come and interrogate this prisoner himself."

The skinny man was still immersed in the courage to kick a person to death. The skinny man glared at him," You' re too scared."It was as if even if the baron had personally come, he would have been kicked to death.However, he let out a sigh of relief, and his heart was beating hard. After all, the incident between the pagans and the spies had been very fierce recently. Killing a spy might be suspected of being a spy, and the baron was known for his harshness.The skinny man's voice grew smaller," Wait for me to think about it..."

Not long after, when the two prison guards had finished their preparations and disguises, Knight Kravis rushed over.

"He escaped?"The knight's face was even bluer than the bluestone on the wall.

The two jailers covered their heads and necks, and the thin one answered in a weak voice: "He said he was badly wounded and asked us to find him a doctor. This is an important prisoner you caught, and we were afraid he was really dead, so we went in to see him, and then he suddenly knocked us out and ran away." To prove that he did his duty, he pointed to the other cells and said, "Ask the other prisoners, they all saw it with their own eyes." The whole dungeon resounded with the sound of half-dead proof.

Clovis' eyes burst out a burst of light that could almost be used directly to kill people, and stared at the two jailers who dropped a sentence: "You do not move here, wait for me to return." Turned and ran out of the dungeon.

Until the sound of footsteps disappeared for a while, the thin man took a breath and expressed his displeasure in a very disdainful tone: "What a stinker, just by virtue of being born better, if I had been born in the Ernie family, at his age would have been a general." Looking at the fat man is still rustling, also fear in the eyes of the knight just now, the heart of the heroic spirit and resurrected. Patted the fat man's shoulder and said, "How? You still say you have to do it yourself to deal with the corpse, which is time-consuming and easy to be found, directly send that thing to the old man Sandru not on the line? He helped us solve the problem much faster, if you do it, just now will not be able to catch up."

The fat man is still shaking, even the voice is not very clear: "His eyes are so afraid of people."

The thin man said frothing at the mouth: "I told you earlier he these gentry just like to put up a show, just by virtue of the family's power, is the frame scary. If it is a commoner, I just kicked to death ......" The fat man soulfully echoed the voice.

Whether it's talking enthusiastically or listening intently, the two have been standing there without moving a muscle.

Not too long, even the two legs are not how sore, Kravis has returned to the prison after arranging the search operation of the King's Capital Guards.

"Did the prisoner talk to anyone here?"

"As if not ....." The thin man did not dare to look Kravis in the eye and looked at the wall behind him to answer. The fat man just stared at the ground and shivered.

"As - if ?" Clovis's voice sounded like a question, but also like he was talking to himself. The two jailers dared not answer.

"Um." Clovis, as if he had figured something out and made a decision, nodded slowly to himself.

"No one will not make a mistake, even if once you make a mistake, try to make up for it on the line, regret and blame is also useless. Do you say so?" The two jailers found that the knight's face was not so ugly, no longer that horrible green color, and even a little warmth in his eyes, and the words spoken to them as if they were also forgiving and comforting them. This made them feel relieved, and the thin man hastily replied, "Yes, yes, we will try to make up for it."

"Good, good, that's the right thing for you guys to say." Clovis put his hands on the shoulders of the two jailers, which made the two men completely flattered. The fat man was completely unafraid, and felt that this handsome and dear young nobleman was simply more worthy of reverence than the statue of God in the church. The thin man also admitted from the bottom of his heart that this rich kid probably did have to be a little bit taller than himself.

'Bang'. A muffled sound echoed through the air of the dungeon.

A fat and a thin two bodies nestled down, as if they were good friends, even blood and brains mixed together, can no longer be distinguished from each other. Closer to see the situation here a few bars inside the sound of shouting.

Knight Clovis frowned majestically, and in his slow, steady tone, like an adult reprimanding a child, he scolded the screams that were rising and falling: "What's all the noise? They are just taking their responsibility. You have responsibilities too."

Back at the ducal palace, Duke Mrak, knowing that the prisoner had escaped, did not show any great change of expression, but calmly ordered that the prisoner's belongings be brought to him.

The knight of Clovis looked at the Duke's calm and watery demeanor and felt sincere admiration. This is a man who never lets anyone know what he is thinking, but those eyes narrowed with a little smile can seem to see through the deepest secrets of anyone's heart. This is what Clovis wants to learn as much as possible.

With the knife in his hand, the Duke's eyes narrowed even more. He hovered with his fingers along the blade, looking at it for a long time, then suddenly asked Kravis: "What kind of knife do you see here."

Clovis took a closer look and replied, "It's not a weapon for soldiers made in a regular arsenal, it's forged in a general private blacksmith store," and looked more closely. "It's a very good blacksmith."

"That's right, it was made by a very good blacksmith. The blade's slope, length, and variation in thickness are all well mastered. And can you tell what the relationship is between this blacksmith and the user of this knife?"

Clovis looked closely, but could not see. Had to answer, "Can't tell."

"This knife is very practical, every useful place is properly made, but there is no sign of decoration, even the most minimal decoration. In other words, this knife is not a cargo, or even a gift among friends. It was as if it was for its own use." The duke asked, "How old did you say the soldier was?"

"About twenty or so ."

"If he made this knife himself, then he had to start practicing blacksmithing in his mother's womb. The one who made this knife should be his elder, probably his father." The duke's deduction made Clovis five. "The iron used in this knife is also good concentrate, a man who would go to work as a temporary hired soldier, how could a common blacksmith's family have so much good concentrate? Unless it is in ......"

"Unless his house is near a mine with concentrate production." Clovis then finished. "My subordinate will send someone to Calendon to investigate this."

"No need, it's only been less than an hour anyway, the man must still be in town, just look for it with all your heart." The Duke put down his knife. "Where is the chair that the soldier sat on and the cup that he used?"

"En .... This .... I ordered to throw it away."

"Thrown away?" A rare look of surprise appeared in the Duke's eyes. "Why?"

"..... I think it's a complete desecration to leave something used by that kind of person in the mansion."

The duke stared at Kravis for a while. Although he knew that the Duke didn't mean to be angry or reproachful, Clawis' back was still a little hairy.

"You are still too young." The Duke withdrew his gaze and concluded in a somewhat helpless tone. Then gave an order: "Tell the officers of the King's Capital Guards that this spy is extremely dangerous, execute him on the spot when found, and do not talk to him."

"Yes." Clovis led the order and retired. He trusted the efficiency of the King's Capital Guards, maybe that soldier was a dead man by now.

"How come it's still alive?"

Asa turned awake and the first thing he heard was a complaint. This tone often appeared in the food market. It appears immediately when an old woman buys less than satisfactory, or substandard vegetables and meat.