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After Estherine closed the tunnel entrance, it was a long time before there was a heavy door opening sound at the end of the dungeon.

"Hey, the members of the Verdian family are really strange. If they had nothing to do with the witch, this family should have been arrested."

It was the middle-aged guard who came.He muttered dissatisfiedly, turned and closed the iron door, sat down at the table and chair at the end of the corridor, put the wooden basket containing food on the table, and began to enjoy dinner.

After dinner and rest after dinner, 10 minutes passed quickly.He rubbed his chubby belly, then slowly got up, and walked leisurely down the narrow aisle in the middle, while shaking the key in his hand, while inspecting the empty cells on both sides.

Being a guard here is a leisurely job.This dungeon with twenty cells is empty most of the time, and there is no need to patrol at all.

The lack of exercise made the guard a little fatter, but these days, he also started to get a little busy-especially in the past two days, a total of four people were detained, which made him have to start doing some of his own work as a jailer.

The person who came in first was already tried yesterday afternoon, and the remaining three people will soon be there, right?
Thinking of this, the middle-aged guard whistled easily, and glanced at the third cell on the right.

There was no one inside.

The sound of whistles and keys colliding stopped suddenly. The guard looked at the empty cell in shock. After a while, he walked to the next cell and knocked on the iron fence roughly. The little boy said sharply:
"Hey, where did the person in the cell next to you go? You should have heard something?!"

As if frightened by his loud voice and knock on the door, the boy who was sitting with his head bowed just a second ago was shocked. He suddenly looked up at the guard in front of the fence and stammered:

"Ah, Mr. Guard? What happened? Are you taking me out?"

"Ask, ask, what a fart! I'm asking you now, you little bastard who doesn't know the situation!"

The guard yelled violently and even stomped his foot violently.

The boy's thin body began to tremble slightly, and he apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened... I fell asleep just now, and I didn't seem to hear anything..."

Listening to the other party's explanation, the guard's expression gradually calmed down.

But in the next second, he showed a cruel smile with a fierce look in his eyes:

"Little thing, do you think you can fool me? You guys have been chatting for a long time before? Anyway, I'm going to lose my job, and your parents don't want you anymore. A guy like you who is possessed by a witch , even if you are sent to the execution ground with a whole body of scars, no one should say anything, right?"

Saying so, the middle-aged guard opened the cell.

And at this moment, he saw the boy stand up and pat the dust off his body.

After sighing briefly, he looked up at the guard, with a bright smile on his face:

"Oh, that's why I'm not good at disguising... Uncle guard, can you please be gentle? I haven't eaten for a day. If I get beaten again, I will die before I am judged! Actually, I don't I hope you lose your job, in my opinion, a strong person like you is suitable to be the guard of this dungeon!"

After hearing him finish the long series of words smoothly, the guard was slightly taken aback.

Naturally, he knew that this guy was called Andre, and he also knew that he was a weird kid with a withdrawn personality—this kind of guy who was cursed to eat an arm had a weird personality.

But after being possessed by the witch, this Andre not only became cheerful and outgoing, he was even able to praise others so eloquently, and the compliments that Andre said to him really dissipated his anger many.

"Oh, you cunning brat," the guard sneered, and grabbed Andre's only remaining arm. "No matter what you say, torture is necessary. Don't worry, you won't die, I'm an expert in this area... It's enough to let you hang your breath."

However, before he could escort Andre out of the cell, there was a heavy knock on the door at the end of the dungeon.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, he held Andre and shouted to the other side in as natural a tone as possible:
"Who?"

"It's me, Leo. Father Cesar sent me to see the prisoner."

This familiar voice made the middle-aged guard's heart skip a beat.

He violently pushed Andre away, and then ran out of the prison door. While locking the door in a hurry, he pretended to be nonchalant and shouted in the direction of the iron door:
"Oh, it's Leo! Oh, I just visited the cell, why did you come here... These prisoners are still in good spirits, there is no problem, just bring them out after the trial tomorrow, right?"

Saying so, he locked the cell door and ran towards the stone staircase leading to the exit, and then he heard Leo's voice again:

"Since there is no problem, then I won't bother you. It's just that the priest asked me to bring you the holy lamp, saying that the night will be more dangerous than before, so you should be more careful."

"Oh, thank you so much."

At this time, the guard finally climbed to the top of the stone steps out of breath.

He skillfully unlocked, opened the heavy iron door with both hands, looked at the brown-haired young man standing at the door with a lamp, squinted and smiled flatteringly:
"I thought the Holy Lamp had nothing to do with me, after all, Father Cesar was only allowed to use it by night watchmen... Well, anyway, I have been guarding here for five or six years, and Father Cesar still treats me as an outsider .”

"As long as the faith is devout enough, you and I are fellow citizens. Father Cesar didn't distribute the holy lamp to you, presumably there are some considerations of his own - there is not enough beeswax recently, everyone has to save some, there is no way to do it thing."

Leo smiled, and handed the lamp to the other party while talking, his eyes naturally fell on the table at the end of the stairs, and suddenly his eyes lit up:
"Hey, is that wooden basket yours? In fact, just now the priest just asked me to get something that can hold things—can you lend me this?"

After being slightly taken aback, the guard quickly came to his senses, and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, that is mine, but there are still some odds and ends in it. If you need it, I will tidy it up and bring it up for you." Right? Just stand here and wait."

"it is good."

Hearing the other party's agreement, the guard immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He can't let this guy go to the dungeon, or the fact that "he left his post to get food, and it took so long to find out that the prisoner escaped" will be exposed in an instant—at least he has to postpone this until tomorrow, so casually Tell a little lie to deal with it...

It is now evening, and the sky is getting darker, and there will definitely be no one to visit after that.He had already thought of an excuse, so he said, "When I was inspecting the cell at night, I saw the prisoner suddenly disappear out of thin air", but he couldn't do anything about it.

Anyway, that girl is also possessed by a witch, isn't it normal that she can disappear out of thin air?

Thinking wildly, the guard walked down the stairs, came to the table, hurriedly took out the tableware in the wooden basket, and was about to turn around and walk back to the door when he saw a shadow suddenly appear on the table.

He was startled, and before he could turn his head, his mouth was tightly covered by a hand.

There was an extremely severe pain in his throat, as if something sharp had cut his throat deeply.

At this moment, intense fear occupied all minds.The guard struggled desperately, wanting to get rid of the control of the people behind him, but because of the pain in his throat, he felt weak and unable to breathe.

Sharp pain came from the back one after another.He screamed out in pain amidst the sound of sharp blades piercing his flesh several times, but he only heard a strange whining sound - because the initial throat-cutting knife had already severed his trachea.

Blood was pouring out from various parts of his neck and back. In the severe pain, he quickly lost his strength and collapsed weakly on the table, before sliding to the ground.

His vision gradually blurred. He watched the attacker squat down, smiled and grabbed his bleeding neck, lifted his upper body mercilessly, and stabbed him hard in the heart.

The body trembled slightly reflexively. At this moment, the guard who was already powerless to fight back could clearly feel that his life was rapidly passing away.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and until the last moment of his life, he still looked at the brown-haired young man in front of him, thinking about why the other party wanted to attack him, why he shouldn't have opened that door, and...

He wants to go home.