death of hope

Chapter 954: Psionic Storm (30) Unyielding Soul

Although he was extremely reluctant, the next day, Count Dominic Vilnius notified the Governor's Office on the bottom floor of the hive city and allowed his nephew to take the elevator to the top floor of the hive city.

As a loyal supporter of the feudal chivalry and ancient traditions of the ancient Terra Empire, the Count strictly followed the outdated Vilnius family rules and regulations from hundreds of years ago, and all procedures were carried out according to the old rules;

The count ordered the masked executioner to whip the illegitimate child with a tainted bloodline half to death with a whip dipped in water, refused to provide any medical assistance, and threw him into a dark cell crawling with rats, fleas, and mold, where there was no sunlight, to fend for himself.

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A few days later, when the warden opened the cell door, a ray of light pierced into the dark cell and a foul smell hit the nostrils. The jailers thought it was the stench of rotting and swelling corpses, so they pinched their noses and backed away.

The Earl in his military uniform walked forward nonchalantly. Dominic Vilnius was used to the smell of corpses and blood on the battlefield when he was young. His shiny military boots stepped on the stinking straw and he looked directly at his nephew.
Everything he saw did not surprise him. After all, that young man could fight back and forth with the powerful Eldar pirates, so how could a dozen whips kill him?

The horrible wound on Leon's back had scabbed over. He turned his head, his blond hair was as disheveled as the straw under his feet, and his wolf-like eyes sparkled in the darkness.
The death rate in the black prison was over half. It was hard to imagine how this young man could survive being flogged and not given food.
The orange prison uniform was stained with dried black blood. He held half a dead rat in his hands, chewing the tough rat meat and brittle bones with a "crunching" sound, and greedily sucking the bloody juice.

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"Oh my God..."

The count's sister, the noble lady Kellya Vilnius, was so frightened by her own son that her face turned pale. Vomit came up her esophagus and she ran down the stairs, covering her mouth. The servants hurriedly followed her.

Only then did Li Ang swallow the smelly rat meat in his mouth completely. The rat hair on his lips trembled as his breath blew on him. He muttered numbly and dully:

"Mother…"

As a war hero and a model of knighthood in Ix, this little scene was nothing in the eyes of Count Dominic. He just frowned slightly:

"It stinks in here...your mother insisted on coming to see you, but you scared her away."

"Uh... sorry..."

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss: "I didn't mean it... I... I thought she had forgotten about me..."

"She's already scared away. There's no use apologizing to me!"

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As soon as the count finished scolding, he sighed and shook his head, thinking of his nephew's experience, and his heart softened a little:
"Boy, there's no need for you to apologize. After all, Kellya...never loved you."

Li Ang's body trembled slightly, and a trace of barely perceptible grief flashed across his face. As a man, he held back his tears of grievance. (Poor child...) The Earl thought to himself:

(Kailiya only loves herself, and her good looks are wasted... She only knows how to indulge in pleasure, and has no sense of responsibility, bringing shame to the family's honor time and time again...

The only thing that Kaeliya did not mess up in her life was giving birth to the most outstanding talent in Ix.
Alas, what a pity... It would be better if the child was not illegitimate...)
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The count took off his gloves and sat on the army green folding stool handed to him by the warden:
"The feeling of being whipped must be unpleasant."

"Yes... I seemed to have fainted from the pain..."

"You are such a jerk... I give you a good life but you insist on making trouble for me... It's not too late to regret it now!"

The Count cast an expectant look, hoping that his nephew would yield and give him a way out. He had made up his mind during these days that he could not let the young hero of Ix shed blood, sweat and tears. In addition to restoring his family name, position and honor, he could give him everything;

Arrange a good job for the nephew, reward him with a mansion, and introduce him to a noble lady.

However, the answer he got disappointed the Earl, but it was consistent with Leon's usual tone:
"I can still bear it, my Lord."

Li Ang raised his arm and wiped the blood, grease and mouse hair on his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up and brushed off the fleas on his body.

The aristocratic education he received from birth made him remember his manners, and he saluted the lord he was loyal to:

"Pirates and psychic magic, whips and dark prisons, all the hardships that can't kill me will make me stronger. I am ready to face the next test of the 'Trial of Redemption', my lord."

"You little brat... you're as stubborn as a donkey! You're hopeless!"

The Count stood up, swearing, and turned away:

"You will regret it! You will be like a stray dog! You will die in exile!"

As soon as the count left, the warden and the jailer quickly locked the door and followed him. The attendants could not see the smile on the count's face hidden by the dim environment:
In his stubborn nephew, Dominic Vilnius found some of his own youth. The old count could not help but start to have unrealistic fantasies about those glorious years during the war.

(Could it be that... that guy can really do it? Is he really the son of prophecy? Can he accomplish something that even I can't do?
Complete the redemption trial, return home in glory, and regain the lost glory of the family...)