Ottopasi was awakened by a noise.
He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the candles on the candlesticks around him that had already seen the bottom. The thin flames made the room look very dark.
Day and night cannot be seen in the dungeon, and candles have become his only measure of time.They were replaced about every three hours, and the dishes in front of him were also replaced.
But that was at the beginning.
Nowadays, whether it is candles or food, the time for delivery is getting slower and slower. Sometimes, after he wakes up from hunger, he finds that the prison is still dark.
How long has he been locked up here?
Otto held his forehead and shook it, trying to make himself more awake.
The long-term imprisonment made him exhausted, especially after waking up, he was still in the darkness of his hands and fingers, which made him feel a sense of helplessness that was forgotten by everyone.
But he must live.
Because my father... and even the fate of the entire Lossi family is in Anpein's hands.
Otto supported his weak body, turned over and got out of bed, and slowly walked to the railing, in addition to replenishing the plate and water tank, he also hoped that the guards could give him a scraper.
My beard that has not been shaved for a long time has grown all over my cheeks. Every time I eat, it will leave grease and residue on it. Over time, it will naturally emit an unpleasant smell, like moldy and rotten orange peel.
If the other party is worried, it will be fine to leave it to them to shave.
Anyway, he is also a nobleman and his requests regarding appearance should not be rejected.
Then Otto heard the conversation coming from outside the iron gate.
What the hell were those people doing just now?The one who is locked inside is the eldest son of the Passi family!
Judging from the volume, the speaker did not mean to whisper, and seemed to not care about being heard at all.
Just tease and ridicule, isn’t the clown doing this?
It's crazy. If these acrobatic groups dare to offend the Earl's son, they'll be afraid that they will turn into fish food at the bottom of the river the next day.They are just a group of homeless people!
You also know that it is normal that the eldest son is locked in a dungeon?Isn’t what Your Majesty likes to watch now the tricks performed by those guys? Without the instruction of the Lord of Dawn, I wouldn’t think they dare to do such a thing.
Bah, just guess it.
Anyway, I just said casually, do you believe it or not?Having said that, what if you don’t believe it, can you change the big man in prison for dinner?
Alas, forget it... it's just a few mouthfuls of spit, and it won't kill anyone after eating it.With this sentence, the sound of a series of keys colliding with each other sounded.
That's it. If this is what Your Majesty hopes to see, aren't you making things boring?Go quickly, I'm still waiting for the closing.
The iron door made a sour friction sound, and the prison head walked in with a plate of food.
Oh, sir, are you awake?Seeing Otto leaning against the railing, the other party seemed a little surprised, but the embarrassment on his face was quickly covered up. Just so I ate today's dinner.I will change the candle tomorrow, and the Interior Manager forgot to send the new one over.
Otto didn't reply and a great sadness surged in his heart, and he even forgot to mention the request to shave.
Although there were only a few words, he was able to draw the truth about the noise before from the conversation between the two.
The clown in the acrobatic group met the food delivery man, and then, holding the intention of pleasing Ampermoa, spit a few saliva into his food?
This shame made his cheeks hot, as if there was fire baking.
The prison head didn't care about his answer. After changing the plates on his own, he quickly left the cell. Although the decorations and decorations in the room were as exquisite as the duke's mansion, the dull and depressing feeling made no one want to stay here for too long.
As the footsteps faded away, silence enveloped Otto.
For a moment, he couldn't help but want to scream, want to scold the other party for his negligence, and want to angrily denounce An Peiyin's neglect... But he didn't do that in the end.
Because that meaningless former will only make the next change later, while the latter may be exactly what an old friend wants.
As for the dinner that was used to humiliate him, he didn't even want to touch it.
Otto couldn't help but start wondering if all this he did was right.
Just as he was about to return to the bed, his whole body suddenly trembled in the corner of his eyes. The porridge on the plate turned into a bowl of black water at some point!
The eldest son of Parcy rubbed his eyes, slowly moved to the plate, and carefully picked up the porridge.
It was not his illusion, nor was it the shadow produced by the faint fire, but the porridge noodles turned into black, like sticky ink.
In an instant, a lightning flashed through his mind.
Acrobatic troupe, clown, tricks... Could it be that all of this was arranged by that person?
Yoko said you were an ordinary acrobat, is it true or false?How did you know His Majesty Roland?
Just a coincidence.As for why Your Majesty likes me, it is probably because my acrobatic performance is pretty good.
oh?Can you demonstrate it?
It doesn’t matter, just give the simplest cuttlefish spit ink.
Otto stared at Mai Porridge for a moment, and suddenly inserted his finger into the bowl!After exploring for a while, a slightly rough touch came from my fingertips.
How did this...Why does water suddenly change color?
It’s not over yet. Look at this tulle, isn’t there anything on it?Now I put it in water and soak it wet, and then dry it over fire, guess what will happen?
There is nothing...uh, wait, that's the word...?
Can you tell what you wrote?
Let me see, is this your name?
That's right, Hilfox, that's my name.
Otto gently pinched the rough thing and slowly raised the porridge noodles, which looked almost transparent, and it was difficult to tell even if it was soaked directly in the porridge.
Only when you rub it with your hands can you feel the existence of this gauze.
He held his breath and walked quickly to the candlestick, spreading it out little by little.
The faint black water mark began to fade, and the candlelight was shaking and about to extinguish.
Hurry up... Hurry up... Hurry up... Hurry up, he shouted anxiously in his heart, the swaying shadow seemed to be shrouded from all directions, and what he held was the only light in this world.
Just as the mark of the word appeared, the candle went out.
The darkness swallowed the entire dungeon.
But Otto couldn't help but chuckle.
He held his trembling shoulders, stuffed the gauze into his mouth, then crawled back to the railing, and swallowed it with the porridge.
A warm current rolled through his throat and internal organs, filling his body with strength.But what is warmer than the porridge is his heart.
Just drinking the porridge silently, a drop of tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes.
His persistence was finally not in vain.
There are only a few short words on the gauze, with beautiful and flying handwriting, and a sense of familiarity when I was a child.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the candles on the candlesticks around him that had already seen the bottom. The thin flames made the room look very dark.
Day and night cannot be seen in the dungeon, and candles have become his only measure of time.They were replaced about every three hours, and the dishes in front of him were also replaced.
But that was at the beginning.
Nowadays, whether it is candles or food, the time for delivery is getting slower and slower. Sometimes, after he wakes up from hunger, he finds that the prison is still dark.
How long has he been locked up here?
Otto held his forehead and shook it, trying to make himself more awake.
The long-term imprisonment made him exhausted, especially after waking up, he was still in the darkness of his hands and fingers, which made him feel a sense of helplessness that was forgotten by everyone.
But he must live.
Because my father... and even the fate of the entire Lossi family is in Anpein's hands.
Otto supported his weak body, turned over and got out of bed, and slowly walked to the railing, in addition to replenishing the plate and water tank, he also hoped that the guards could give him a scraper.
My beard that has not been shaved for a long time has grown all over my cheeks. Every time I eat, it will leave grease and residue on it. Over time, it will naturally emit an unpleasant smell, like moldy and rotten orange peel.
If the other party is worried, it will be fine to leave it to them to shave.
Anyway, he is also a nobleman and his requests regarding appearance should not be rejected.
Then Otto heard the conversation coming from outside the iron gate.
What the hell were those people doing just now?The one who is locked inside is the eldest son of the Passi family!
Judging from the volume, the speaker did not mean to whisper, and seemed to not care about being heard at all.
Just tease and ridicule, isn’t the clown doing this?
It's crazy. If these acrobatic groups dare to offend the Earl's son, they'll be afraid that they will turn into fish food at the bottom of the river the next day.They are just a group of homeless people!
You also know that it is normal that the eldest son is locked in a dungeon?Isn’t what Your Majesty likes to watch now the tricks performed by those guys? Without the instruction of the Lord of Dawn, I wouldn’t think they dare to do such a thing.
Bah, just guess it.
Anyway, I just said casually, do you believe it or not?Having said that, what if you don’t believe it, can you change the big man in prison for dinner?
Alas, forget it... it's just a few mouthfuls of spit, and it won't kill anyone after eating it.With this sentence, the sound of a series of keys colliding with each other sounded.
That's it. If this is what Your Majesty hopes to see, aren't you making things boring?Go quickly, I'm still waiting for the closing.
The iron door made a sour friction sound, and the prison head walked in with a plate of food.
Oh, sir, are you awake?Seeing Otto leaning against the railing, the other party seemed a little surprised, but the embarrassment on his face was quickly covered up. Just so I ate today's dinner.I will change the candle tomorrow, and the Interior Manager forgot to send the new one over.
Otto didn't reply and a great sadness surged in his heart, and he even forgot to mention the request to shave.
Although there were only a few words, he was able to draw the truth about the noise before from the conversation between the two.
The clown in the acrobatic group met the food delivery man, and then, holding the intention of pleasing Ampermoa, spit a few saliva into his food?
This shame made his cheeks hot, as if there was fire baking.
The prison head didn't care about his answer. After changing the plates on his own, he quickly left the cell. Although the decorations and decorations in the room were as exquisite as the duke's mansion, the dull and depressing feeling made no one want to stay here for too long.
As the footsteps faded away, silence enveloped Otto.
For a moment, he couldn't help but want to scream, want to scold the other party for his negligence, and want to angrily denounce An Peiyin's neglect... But he didn't do that in the end.
Because that meaningless former will only make the next change later, while the latter may be exactly what an old friend wants.
As for the dinner that was used to humiliate him, he didn't even want to touch it.
Otto couldn't help but start wondering if all this he did was right.
Just as he was about to return to the bed, his whole body suddenly trembled in the corner of his eyes. The porridge on the plate turned into a bowl of black water at some point!
The eldest son of Parcy rubbed his eyes, slowly moved to the plate, and carefully picked up the porridge.
It was not his illusion, nor was it the shadow produced by the faint fire, but the porridge noodles turned into black, like sticky ink.
In an instant, a lightning flashed through his mind.
Acrobatic troupe, clown, tricks... Could it be that all of this was arranged by that person?
Yoko said you were an ordinary acrobat, is it true or false?How did you know His Majesty Roland?
Just a coincidence.As for why Your Majesty likes me, it is probably because my acrobatic performance is pretty good.
oh?Can you demonstrate it?
It doesn’t matter, just give the simplest cuttlefish spit ink.
Otto stared at Mai Porridge for a moment, and suddenly inserted his finger into the bowl!After exploring for a while, a slightly rough touch came from my fingertips.
How did this...Why does water suddenly change color?
It’s not over yet. Look at this tulle, isn’t there anything on it?Now I put it in water and soak it wet, and then dry it over fire, guess what will happen?
There is nothing...uh, wait, that's the word...?
Can you tell what you wrote?
Let me see, is this your name?
That's right, Hilfox, that's my name.
Otto gently pinched the rough thing and slowly raised the porridge noodles, which looked almost transparent, and it was difficult to tell even if it was soaked directly in the porridge.
Only when you rub it with your hands can you feel the existence of this gauze.
He held his breath and walked quickly to the candlestick, spreading it out little by little.
The faint black water mark began to fade, and the candlelight was shaking and about to extinguish.
Hurry up... Hurry up... Hurry up... Hurry up, he shouted anxiously in his heart, the swaying shadow seemed to be shrouded from all directions, and what he held was the only light in this world.
Just as the mark of the word appeared, the candle went out.
The darkness swallowed the entire dungeon.
But Otto couldn't help but chuckle.
He held his trembling shoulders, stuffed the gauze into his mouth, then crawled back to the railing, and swallowed it with the porridge.
A warm current rolled through his throat and internal organs, filling his body with strength.But what is warmer than the porridge is his heart.
Just drinking the porridge silently, a drop of tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes.
His persistence was finally not in vain.
There are only a few short words on the gauze, with beautiful and flying handwriting, and a sense of familiarity when I was a child.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
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