Vol 2 Chapter 232: Dungeon

"Haha, Trelinka, hurry up, hasn't the precious princess already forgotten how to walk".
　　 After the old soldier Bigean left, several soldiers approached Trelinka and said jokingly. One of them touched Trelinka's waist while pushing and pushing.
　　 The soldier turned his head and laughed at his companion behind him:
　　 "Hahaha, you really deserve to be the princess, the body is well maintained, isn't it......"
　　 But he was dumbfounded just halfway through what he said, because he saw Trelinka turn her head and stare at herself indifferently with dead, lustrous pupils.
I don’t know why, it’s clear that Trelinka is just an ordinary person who has lost his grudge, but this fourth-level apprentice-level fighter still can't help but feel cold all over. He feels that he has never seen such a terrifying look in his life. The dead silence and indifference deep into the bones of his bones were more terrifying than a ghoul he had ever encountered.
　　 The warrior who was holding the advantage mentality just shuddered involuntarily. He didn't let out a ridiculous laugh, but shoved Trelinka with fear on his face.
　　Trelinka, who had no anger as a protection, fell to the ground, her head hit the door eaves, and drops of blood flowed down her white face.
But the injured Trelinka made no sound. She seemed to stand up without feeling, completely ignoring the blood dripping from her head and walked out the door, because Patriarch Dolan took Trelinka to visit the castle. So she knew where the dungeon of the Lvvine family was.
This evening, the castle of the Lvvine family was filled with an unspeakable dignified atmosphere. The maids and maids in the huge Lvvine Castle are unprecedentedly rare. In fact, except for a few loyal servants who have followed the Lvvine family for generations In addition to the people, hundreds of other maids including the chef have been dismissed, so now the Green Tengcheng bag is not only empty but also extremely lifeless.
I walked through the stairs of the castle and came to the dungeon below the castle. Whether it was the soldiers who escorted Trelinka or the surrounding guards, they said nothing. Only the sound of the huge iron door being opened echoed in the empty dungeon. Among.
This dungeon where more than a dozen prisoners are held on weekdays is also extremely silent. If a new prisoner is escorted into the dungeon in peacetime, the other prisoners in the dungeon will definitely make a loud noise. The meaty jokes that cannot be collected on weekdays will appear in the air-stained cage like a blowout, especially when the incoming prisoner is a beautiful girl, at least for a few days, the prisoners beat the iron. The sound of the fence will not stop.
But today, there is no sound in the entire dungeon. The cages that are usually packed with at least ten prisoners are now empty. Only the large blood on the haystack inside seems to be doing this unusual silence. Explain.
　　 But neither the guards of the dungeon nor the soldiers who escorted Trelinka, including Trelinka who was about to be imprisoned in the dungeon as a prisoner, didn't care about the blood in the air.
　　 Several soldiers gently pushed Trelinka to the side of a relatively tidy cell. Without a word, a guard took out a large key that had been prepared and opened the rusty chain.
　　 "Wow!"
With the sound of the iron chain being picked up, the iron door made of solid iron was slowly opened, and Trelinka was pushed by the guards into this small cell that was barely able to let people lie down. She accidentally fell down. On the hay on the ground, the sharp blades of grass in the haystack soon scratched a few small wounds on Trelinka's delicate hands.
　　 Behind her, the guard had closed the iron door again. The iron fence with thin arms was entwined with dark iron chains, and the two guards stood meticulously at the door of the cell and did not mean to leave.
　　 Terelinka, who had lost the protection of vindictive energy, shivered coldly, but she didn't say much. She just crawled slowly to the corner of the cell and shrank into a small ball in that small corner.
　　 "Maybe... Death is my only home, right"...
　　 Trelinka thought so.
The desperate coldness swallowed the girl’s body temperature a little bit, the swaying candlelight in the dungeon could not bring a trace of warmth, and the unreachable "hope" seemed to be the flickering firelight, which only existed in unreachable places. Can't reach, and won't reach me...
Trelinka stared at the candlelight outside the cell with sapphire eyes in confusion. The little flame was burning little by little in the dark. She seemed to see the little faint flame slowly magnifying in front of her eyes. Yes, the warmth of being in a palace boudoir is also coming to me a little bit.
　　 "Is this... an illusion, or my imagination"?
At some point, Trelinka stood up, and a small fireball as big as a palm floated in front of her. The brilliance of the fireball was not only not hot, but warm as the afternoon sun~EbookFREE.me~golden light. The entire cell was filled, and even the heavy walls showed a translucent white color under the shining light of extremely penetrating brilliance.
The brilliance of the small fireball not only illuminates a cell. In fact, every brick in the entire dungeon is bright as daylight under this kind of peculiar penetrating light, but the peculiar thing is that all soldiers, including those who fight for ten The guards of the dual spirit turned a blind eye to this peculiar light, and even if the light shines directly on their faces, they don't feel anything at all.
　　 It seems that only Trelinka can see this radiance in the entire dungeon, and all other "irrelevant personnel" have been forced to "turn a blind eye".
Staring at the small fireball in front of her, Trelinka knew instinctively that it would not hurt herself. She stretched out her hand and gently lifted the shrinking fireball. As Trelinka closed her hands, the flames on the small fireball Also slowly extinguished.
In the end, there was only a brilliant white crystal ball left in Trelinka’s palm. Just after the flame went out, a piece of pale gold tissue filled with metal texture slowly emerged from the side of this small ball. , At the same time, a reserved message also passed along the spirit of Trelinka.
　　 An old and hoarse voice recalled in Trelinka's mind:
"His Royal Highness Princess Trelinka-the last member of the Dylan royal family, yes, when you get this little ball, the Dylan Kingdom is dead in name... I am a message left by Sangers, and that The country protector named Sangues has disappeared in the dust of even you......all the next choices will be up to you..."