Vol 3 Chapter 32: Long night (below)

"Go in!"
Under the dim fire of the butter torch, an indifferent army soldier untied the shackles of his wrists for the black-haired wizard with his hands tied back, and then pushed him into the cell.
"Boom--!"
There was a locked sound of iron fences behind him, and his loose wrists waited for the soldiers to leave before slowly sitting down and looking at the dark dungeon.
The room made of solid stone walls and thick iron was dark except for the butter torch outside the cell; although there was no bed, there was a thick layer of weeds underneath.
There is no water leakage, no air leakage, and no handcuffs and shackles fixed on the wall, no need to worry about heating, and it is still a "single room"-as a prison, this is already a "five-star luxury" suite Too.
Specially confining himself to this "good place" proves that the Crown Prince of Connaught is not prepared to treat himself, at most it can only be regarded as house arrest.
So his attitude at the time was just to calm the situation ...
Or ... is it related to your identity as "Turin"?
Loren, who slightly raised the corner of his mouth, was lost in contemplation, although there was nothing to do in this place other than crankiness.
"A newcomer?"
A very young voice came from behind the wall, causing Loren to raise his eyebrows.
"Hey, what about you, the guy across from you!" The guy behind the wall seemed a little impatient: "Don't pretend to be stupid, I know you are eavesdropping against the wall-it cost a lot of money to get here Well, the jailer of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain is not cheap! "
The voice is very young. It is expected to be about 15 or sixteen years old. Some are neutral but should be male. Loren, who is still silent, constantly analyzes and speculates about the identity of this "prison friend".
As for why he is known as a man ... well, thanks to the little wizard Ain, who told him some "limitations" of the voice change potion and how to distinguish gender from the voice.
"Hey, I have said a few words, can you respond a little bit, saying ... Don't you be a dumb?"
"Okay ..." Loren shrugged his shoulders and had a lazy smile. "How do you know I spent a lot of money here?"
"Hey ... Is it worth talking?" The voice behind the wall was very proud: "This is the top suite in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain-warm in winter and cool in summer, plus three meals a day. In addition to the lack of beds, the treatment is more than the dormitory of the Legionnaires. It ’s better; being in jail here is like vacationing! "
"Wait, listen to your tone ... you are not a member of the fortress legion." The voice behind the wall suddenly became alert: "And it doesn't seem to come in for money, is it a big man?"
"A big man can only go to prison?" Loren almost laughed.
"This is not necessarily true. After all, things are impermanent, and there will always be one or two bad luck among the many born lucky ones." The voice suddenly sighed with emotion:
"For example, I am particularly unfortunate!"
"Why do you have any misfortune?" Loren continued to tentatively ask: "Don't you just say that, this is the top suite in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain."
"That's just because the beloved Crown Prince Connaughter did not want to annoy my family for me." The voice behind the wall suddenly became dull:
"When this guise is removed, I should go to the gallows!"
The dark-haired wizard listened slightly, and he felt that the person behind him might have to talk about some important things, and it seemed to be not unrelated to himself.
"And the unfortunate beginning of all this was actually because of my enthusiasm for a hapless man who never did anything superfluous, and an extra task without subsidies, which made me the youngest corps in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain. long……
Become the youngest unlucky egg, plus a shameful deserter! "
"What mission?" Loren raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "Is it related to the invasion of the North?"
The voice suddenly chuckled twice.
"So ... you really aren't the person at the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain." The person behind the wall sounded really surprised: "Then how could you be locked in a cell?"
"How do you know I am not?"
"How do I know ... Don't be funny, okay?" Although the question is rhetorical, this person sounds very determined, and also has a faint triumph: "If you are really the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain People, I should know who I am a few minutes ago. "
"Rather than like this ... continuously trying to find ways to apply my words!"
Loren suddenly felt that he would not be too bored this time in jail.
As he prepared to continue this "meaningful" conversation, the iron door outside was suddenly opened, and a long, thin arched figure walked down the stairs into the dungeon.
And there is ... the taste of barbecue and shochu.
"Supper is here ~"
An old jailer with a hunched back came in with a lamp in hand and a large tray. At the moment that figure appeared, he obviously heard the guy behind the wall secretly swallowing saliva.
"You are Lord Loren?"
After the dark-haired wizard nodded silently, the old jailer pushed the tray in from under the iron fence-roasted burnt bread, a whole piece of roasted venison, and a pot of shochu.
"The winter at the Jiejie Mountain Fortress is not too hard. Please be sure to eat more and drink a few bites of shochu." The old jailer's face was full of smiles: "I will send you a blanket tomorrow Come here, please tell me anything. "
"Nothing, this is already very good." Loren looked at the old jailer calmly, nodded with a smile: "You are too warm."
"Don't say that, this is what we should do." The wrinkles on the old jailer's face were crowded together, and the smile was extremely attentive
"Hey, the old enthusiasm Eda over there, can you stop giggling?"
The voice behind the wall suddenly complained and shouted, "I'm going to starve to death for dinner!"
The old jailer who heard the sound suddenly lowered his face, snorted, and pulled out a piece of black bacon and half a hard bread from his clothes, and threw it into the cell next door:
"Your supper!"
"That's all? Not fair, I want to be like him!"
"It's good to eat, and dare to choose three or four?" The old jailer gave him a cold look: "If you have to rely on the family, you will have been hanged by His Royal Highness Connold, deserter!"
"How many times have I said that we are not deserters!" The voice immediately shouted angrily:
"We were given a temporary task, otherwise we would not be able to separate from the patrol-damn, how could I know that just two quarters after leaving, the group of unlucky eggs hit the monster army ?!"
"Shout, it's useless to shout your throat!" The old jailer waved his hands dismissively: "Live two days and wait for the gallows!"
After all, he walked outside the cell of the dark-haired wizard with a slightly respectful nod:
"Please bear with me for a while, Lord Loren Turin, with Lord Brandon and the old men of our legion. His Royal Highness Connold does not dare to treat you like that, and it will not take long for you to be free."
"The descendants of the Black Duke will never receive any unfair treatment in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain!"
After a few minutes, the old jailer seemed to have said nothing, turned around and left the dungeon with the lamp.
"Lorren Turin ... you are the descendant of the Black Duke, a member of the Turin family ?!"
Immediately after the old jailer left, the sound behind the wall increased octave instantaneously, and it sounded as if he could imagine his expression:
"Damn, no wonder the old Eda is so attentive ... In other words, how did you get the Crown Prince Connaughter, and what does it have to do with Brandon de Salion?"
"Are you ready to introduce yourself before asking a question?" Loren raised his mouth thoughtfully. The "warmth" of the old jailer made him somewhat surprised, but it was not unexpected, after all, before coming Brandon told him something about it at EbookFREE.me ~ and the black-haired wizard pushed the shochu into the middle of the two cells along the gap of the fence:
"For example ... tell me why they called you a deserter, how did you get locked in?"
"……Ok."
With a long sigh, the man behind the wall took the jug filled with shochu from Loren:
"Simply put, it was because of an accident that we had to leave the team patrolling the north. As a result, when they were completely destroyed by the raid, our hapless group survived instead."
"Some accident?" Loren raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Yeah, it's really big ... unexpectedly, I can't believe it to be true now." The voice behind the wall became heavier:
"We found a path ...
A road leading to the Dragon King City, Niederhogg-! "289