Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 22 Secret Dungeon
"Your Excellency, will you also go to the dungeon to visit those 'sinners' today?"

The ugly old nun came forward, looked at the Poro disguised as a bishop, and said flatteringly.

"Ah."

Poro nodded lightly and didn't say much.

The Bishop is not a person who likes to keep a diary, so it is difficult for Poro to learn more detailed things, such as oral habits.

But fortunately, the bishop's experimental notes made up for this.

At least let him know that there is another person in the church who is the bishop's die-hard lackey.

That is the ghostly-looking nun in front of me!

At this time, Lake also hid her red cloak again and wore a gold and white nun's uniform.

She stood obediently behind Poro, as if she didn't hear their conversation.

The girl's figure is exquisite and well-proportioned, contrasting with her angelic face, which is enough to make any woman feel ashamed!
And evil people like the old nun would feel jealous all the time just by looking at Lake!
But when she thought about how such a pure and innocent girl had been completely defiled in the "baptism" just now.

The old nun's heart was filled with joy!

She stared at Lake with undisguised mockery, thinking of this girl who, after suffering day and night torture, was forced to forget everything.

He knew that with the bishop by his side, no victim would be freed from the cycle of such a nightmare!
As for the other girl with Lake?
Is he dead or mad now?

Who cares?
"If you have nothing else to do, go and manage the affairs of the church."

Following the bishop's notes and testing the old nun, Poro finally arrived at a secret dungeon behind the church.

This dungeon was covered by the bishop's mental magic, but this magic would have no effect on Poro and Lake.

"Yes, Bishop, a farmer in the east will also send his child here in a few days. I will make the arrangements."

"Ah."

Poro watched the old nun leave, then took Lake down to the dungeon.

The door of the dungeon was also locked. Normally, only the bishop could enter. The porters who were under complete mental control were used to transport corpses and equipment.

Even the old nun just now didn't have the key to enter the dungeon.

"I felt that the look in that nun's eyes was so disgusting!"

Entering the dungeon, Lake closed the door while muttering to herself.

"That guy is actually the one who's primarily responsible for running the church. It's hard to deal with him right now, but it doesn't matter—I'll kill her in a day or two."

Poro said casually, handing the "Living Experiment Log" in his hand to Lake.

Then, he lowered his body, changing from the appearance of a bishop to the form of a wolf, and emerged from his priest robes.

"It's still so comfortable. When can I truly become a human?"

"It's okay Poro, I just like your fluffy look, so cute!"

Lake said, touching Poro's head, "If you grow up to look like the Bishop, I won't like you anymore!"

"Hey, you're obviously treating me like a pet, right?!"

The Poro said as he jumped down the last step of the dungeon and reached the actual room of the dungeon.

It was pitch black and cold, and on the stone ground, dirty black and red blood formed several distinct drag marks.

The rooms on both sides are divided into single rooms by rusty iron railings.

The leftovers on the ground gave off a rotten smell.

"Are they...really still alive?"

Lake looked at the surroundings and unconsciously hugged her arms.

"Many are dead, but there are definitely some still alive."

Poro said, he recalled for a moment, and then continued to explain to Lake, "On the third page, the bishop recorded that after each experiment was completed, he would use potions to treat the living test subjects.

That medicine is called 'holy medicine' in the church here, and ordinary people would spend their fortunes to buy a bottle - but it really works."

"Polo, why did the Lord teach them? He clearly has the ability to benefit the townspeople, but he wants to..."

Lake suddenly asked in confusion.

"Because then, his morbid desires cannot be satisfied." The Poro moved his ears and listened to the breathing sounds in the dark dungeon. The breathing near the door was relatively weak, while the breathing in the depths was stronger.

"Lake, light the torch on the right wall."

The fire began to penetrate deeper into the dungeon.

In the firelight, Lake observed the people in the cells on both sides.

In the cells at the front, many of the prisoners were no longer in human form. Some cells were empty, with only some special, bloody restraints placed inside.

Many prisoners have lost their consciousness as human beings.

Their bodies were covered in blue and black, or with boils. Some of their flesh had already rotted, but they were still wriggling and making incomprehensible groans.

After being illuminated by the firelight, many people did not approach, but instead crawled into the shadows in the corner in fear.

Poro looked at the needle holes on those people's bodies, the smell of rotting blood in the air, and the stench of various drugs!
There were also some people who still had some sense and kept silent.

They just looked at the combination of the girl and the wolf in silence, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"Polo, can these people really help us?"

"Yes, if the living experiment log is correct, there are some powerful characters in this dungeon!"

As the Poro spoke, he walked past a cell, turned his head, and met a surprised face.

"Lake, there are old friends here!"

"how come?"

Lake was stunned and hurriedly followed to look inside.

But deep inside the cell, there was a strong man in cloth.

It was the commander of the front guard!
"Commander, long time no see!"

The Poro grinned humanely, revealing his sharp, neat white teeth. "You won't let me roll around today?"

"what?"

The guard commander's mouth opened even wider, he stretched out his hand and slapped himself.

"Fuck, it hurts! You... you can talk?!"

"You can say it, but I can't?"

Poro rolled his eyes and continued, "You keep calling me Bishop, but what happened? You're thrown into the dungeon, right? You're the good dog!"

"Stop playing around, Poro, and find someone quickly."

Lake walked over, opened the diary in her hand, placed it in front of the guard commander, and then showed a familiar, sweet smile, "Uncle, do you know where this person is imprisoned?"

"Oh, oh, this description is about the Guardian Knight, at the very back..."

The guard commander was stunned for a moment, half asleep and half awake, then raised his hand and pointed to the deepest part of the dungeon.

One of the cells there was more special than the others.

The iron pillars were not made of rusty iron like those in other cells, but a type carved with special runes.

A specially made iron straitjacket bound a strong man, but his naked body was covered with wounds, both new and old.

His skin was covered in twisted wounds from various drug experiments: messy hair, purple bruises, and pus-filled blisters...

But, he is still alive.

Just the breath is a little weak.

"Who... is coming? Are they carrying... the body? But I don't seem to sense... the presence of that old dog?"

A hoarse voice rang out from within the iron restraint suit.

Poro's eyes flashed a faint green light in the darkness as he looked at the tall man.

Guardian Knight.

The true pioneer of this town is also the oldest resident of this dungeon!

(End of this chapter)