The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 90 Prison Disaster
The Kingdom of Arsha, a small town on the border.

The patrolling dungeon guard walked past the cell at the end for the third time tonight.

The guard glanced through the fence at the two figures locked together inside, yawned, turned around and walked back. Despite his fatigue, his spirits were slightly lifted: this was the last patrol tonight, and he could rest.

In the dim light, a scaly tail suddenly stretched out from the cell and wrapped around the guard's calf.

The latter was caught off guard and was startled. As soon as he came to his senses, he pulled out a wooden stick and hit the tail hard.

"You want to die, you want to die, you want to die, don't you?!"

A muffled cry of pain was heard from the second-to-last cell, and the tail was quickly retracted.

The guard approached the fence, raised his lantern, and glared fiercely at the snake-man lying on the ground, "Watch your tail!"

"Hiss..." The snake man stuck out his tongue and groaned weakly: "Give me something to eat. I haven't eaten for two days..."

"Who told you not to eat?"

"I...I can't grab it..."

The guard glanced at the other prisoners in the cell. Some of them had tiger heads and sheep-like bodies, while others had long tails and scales. None of them were real human beings.

This is just a small town, and there are not so many cells in the dungeon, so the prisoners can only be roughly divided into humans and non-humans. As for the specific races, the warden does not have enough energy to care about them.

The daily food is distributed according to the cells rather than the number of people.

"Just wait. Daybreak is almost here, and the next meal will be at noon."

The guard said something perfunctory and continued to patrol back, even though it was still some time before midnight.

Listening to the footsteps outside gradually fading away, in the cell at the end, a middle-aged man in his forties opened his eyes.

"Am I going to be locked up here forever?"

He muttered, and someone next to him immediately responded: "No, Lord Luca, Boyle hasn't been caught by them, he will definitely come to rescue us!"

The middle-aged man called Luca glanced at the silver-haired man beside him and said, "You said the same thing half a year ago."

The latter was embarrassed for a few seconds, and then spoke again, his tone less certain, "Almost all of our people have been captured. Boyle can't handle it alone. He must have gone back to the north to find help."

Luca also hoped so, but he didn't dare to give himself too much hope in this dark dungeon, as that would only make it more difficult.

"Perhaps he has been captured somewhere else, just like those of your people, and has been executed."

The silver-haired man's eyes suddenly widened. "Then we are truly doomed... Lord Luca, no one can come to save us."

"..."

Luca just wanted to lower his expectations a little, but he didn't want to lower them completely to the point of despair.

He was really fed up with these Arameans.

Apart from being relatively obedient, he has basically no other abilities, and his silver hair looks ostentatious. He deserves to be forced to wander for hundreds of years and never achieve anything.

"Let's wait for our chance." Luca suppressed his inner annoyance. "My king will never forget our contribution. He will come to rescue us sooner or later."

Dejected by one word and inspired by another, the silver-haired Aramean rekindled his hope, turned his head and knelt down to pray facing the north.

Luca squinted for a moment, then closed his eyes and prepared to rest.

But he had trouble falling asleep.

It was not only because he had to stay in the cell all day and lie down most of the time, but also because he was hungry.

There were only two people in their cell, and the situation was much better than the cell next door that was crowded with subhumans, but the food portions were far too small.

The Arameans would not compete with him, but Luca could not let him starve to death. They shared the little food between them and could only barely maintain a half-dead state.

This seemed like an intentional arrangement, but Luca knew that the prison simply couldn't provide much food.

After spending a long time on the borders of Delan, Alsha and Casterfel, he was already well aware of the situation there. Whenever he created chaos, he would start with the poor people who could not survive. Being able to eat enough was a great temptation.

Because of this, he often does not need to be present when chaos breaks out. He is just a guide who sows the seeds of chaos. He will then withdraw and repeat the process somewhere else.

The empire was already riddled with holes, and riots among the poor were perfectly normal, leaving little sign of deliberate guidance. If one didn't pay close attention with this in mind, no one would notice him, an ordinary human with no tail or horns.

But he was noticed.

Half a year ago, after inciting a group of refugees in Delan, he came to Arsha. It didn't take long before he fell in love with a group of hungry poor people.

Although the number was small, the gathering of a large number of poor people would attract attention, so he mixed in and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were a few adventurers who seemed to have some strength.

A starving wandering adventurer can cause much more destructive damage than an ordinary poor person.

He lured the poor with the food and sparse defenses in the nobles' mansions. The poor listened intently, and the adventurers' eyes lit up.

When they had incited the crowd enough and were about to leave with a few Arameans, the adventurers surrounded them.

"Take us and do something!"

He never took any risks himself, but the other party had a knife in his hand and then put it to his neck.

He could only follow the adventurers into the city, making promises while looking for a chance to escape. Then a group of guards from the Kingdom of Arsha suddenly appeared and surrounded them - not including the adventurers, only him and those Arameans.

Only then did Luca realize that he had been caught.

Especially when there were several Arameans following him, the fact that he was the first to be interrogated was an ordinary person, which further proved that the other party had already paid attention to him.

He had experienced much more horrific situations in his early years. Severe torture could only bring him some physical pain and could not extract any useful information from his mouth, let alone his true identity. Instead, he learned the identity of the person behind the scenes from the torturer's few words.

The eldest prince of the Kingdom of Arsha...

Luca just felt confused.

The powerful and wealthy are difficult to approach, and even harder to incite. He has never had contact with any nobles since he came south, and he doesn't know why they are targeting him.

The torture lasted for a month, and he thought about this problem for half a year.

As time went by, Luca became more and more confused. The other party didn't torture him to any results, nor did they kill him. They just locked him up. Could it really be that this was just an impulsive action?

The Arameans who were with him were unexpectedly stubborn and several of them were beaten to death, leaving only the man next to him.

goo—

"..."

He couldn’t think about it anymore. Luca came back to his senses in hunger, and the more he thought about it, the hungrier he became.

He lay down against the wall, trying to shrink his body and compress his abdomen to reduce the feeling of hunger.

Dark and silent.

The unintentional noises made by the subhumans in the neighboring cells also became clearer, especially the snoring of the tiger men, which sounded like the beating of drums.

The more Luca closed his eyes, the more sensitive his hearing became.

He heard the snake man whispering again, praying that his cellmates would give him a little food tomorrow, and he could even hear the scraping sound of his tail dragging across the ground.

rustling... rustling...

Luca frowned.

He always felt that it was uncomfortable and even disgusting that these scaly races could speak human language.

And this kind of movement has been going on since the first day he was arrested...

He forced himself to ignore any sounds coming from the other side of the wall.

The quieter the night, the more unbearable it is, and it is impossible to tell how fast time passes.

At some point, Luca suddenly heard the sound of someone falling.

thump.

He was already lying there groggy and couldn't tell whether it was just hallucination or not.

The next moment, a chaotic and loud sound of footsteps quickly woke him up.

The entire underground prison was in turmoil.

"Let me out! Let me out! Please!"

"Whoever you are, let me go with you!"

"Take me, take me... uh—"

A scream brought all the prisoners in the prison into dead silence.

Luca slowly got up and found that the Alan next to him had already reached the fence and was stretching his arms out desperately. He didn't know whether he had just woken up or had not slept at all. He was breathing rapidly, as if trying to squeeze his head out.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Luca was certain that someone was trying to break into the prison. The defense of this small town prison was not very strong, but he could not tell who was coming.

"Prime Minister Luca, are you here——"

"..."

Luca's face instantly twisted, his fingers became grim, and tears almost fell.

I came to save him! I really came to save him!
"I'm here!" He stretched out his arms over the fence and responded in a hoarse, distorted voice, "I'm here!"

The footsteps suddenly became hurried and chaotic, and soon Luca saw a group of people wrapped in black robes outside the fence.

"Boyle!" The Aramean grabbed the fence excitedly, shaking his body uncontrollably as if he was twitching, "I knew you would come back to save me!" The Arameans in the team were also very excited, but tried hard to restrain themselves.

They used the key they found on the guard to open the cell door and release Luca and the other two.

The other prisoners, who had been frightened by their bloody methods and dared not say a word, became furious again and begged them to release them.

Luca thought for a moment and said, "Let's release all these prisoners. They can create chaos, cover our escape, and conceal your identities."

"That makes sense. You are worthy of being Prime Minister Luca. I will listen to you."

Then, the other doors of the underground prison were opened as well, and prisoners of all races rushed out almost all at once, escaping without looking back.

Luca didn't expect these scumbags to thank him. His attention was attracted by the snake man who crawled out of the cell next to him.

There are several types of snake people. This type has legs, but he seems to have no strength to stand up. The other subhuman races in the same cell have all run away, but he is still crawling forward slowly, making louder and louder dragging sounds in the increasingly quiet cell.

rustling... rustling...

Luca suddenly pulled out the knife from his companion's waist and slashed at the snake man.

"Ah—you…why are you…uh—"

The snake man was suddenly chopped, screamed, and begged Luca for mercy in panic.

Luca turned a deaf ear to him and vented all his resentment for being imprisoned for half a year on him, hacking, splitting and chopping him with one knife after another.

"Uh...uh..."

The more the snake man struggled, the harder and harder he chopped. Soon, the bloody snake man was motionless.

Luca continued to swing his knife, especially at the snake man's tail, which he had almost chopped into a paste...

The smell of blood quickly spread, and they were the only ones left in the underground prison.

"Prime Minister Luca, you have to leave quickly," one of them reminded.

Luca's body was covered in the snake man's blood, but when he stopped, he had regained his composure.

"let's go."

Dragging Luca, who had almost exhausted his last bit of strength, the group quickly left the underground prison. The guards outside fell to the ground, and the noises around were caused by the prisoners who had just escaped.

It was already midnight, and the number of torches lit near the prison was gradually increasing.

We have to move quickly!

Luca was carried on the back of a tall companion, always paying attention to the movements around him.

It's a small town, but it's also near the border. There are no walls around it, but there are guards patrolling at night.

Luca asked, "Where did you come in from?"

"East," replied the tall companion who was carrying him on his back. "We killed a few patrolling guards on our way in, and sneaked in from that side."

"There's quite a commotion over there. It might have been caused by other prisoners, or they might have noticed it. Let's go the other way."

"it is good!"

The moonlight is sparse, and the clouds gather, appearing and disappearing, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, the group headed for dark places and soon reached the outskirts.

"There's someone up ahead." Luca warned in a low voice. Several people stopped at the same time and leaned against the shadows of the wall.

In front of him was a patrolling guard on horseback holding a torch, walking slowly and seemingly not noticing what was happening in the city.

When he got closer, Luca saw another companion next to him raise the black short staff in his hand, point it at the guard, and suddenly raise it.

thump!
The guard fell from his horse.

Several people rushed over immediately, one of them quickly came to the fallen guard and stabbed him in the heart.

"Prime Minister Luca, you come and ride."

The weak Luca mounted his horse, and the others followed quickly.

"who!"

Just then, another patrol guard not far away noticed them.

"I'll take care of it." One of them stopped and let them go first.

When Luca turned around, he saw the torch in the guard's hand fall to the ground, and the companion who had just left behind quickly caught up on horseback.

"No one is chasing us. They must have gotten away from us."

"We can't stay here." Luca said, "When did you come here, and where are you staying?"

"A nearby village," one of the companions replied. "We've been here two or three days. We had this human investigate for two days before confirming your location. Just to be safe, they came over during the day to check again."

"Fortunately, we were not caught in one fell swoop. Boyle, you have done a great contribution this time." Luca looked back while riding on his horse to confirm that there were no pursuers. Only then did he feel a little relieved that he had successfully escaped.

The Aran who was called was a little excited. "Even if it costs my life, I will rescue Prime Minister Luca! Without you, there is no point in us living!"

The Aran who had been in jail with Luca for half a year also expressed the same opinion, while the others just listened.

After running away for a long time, Luca finally arrived at the temporary base where his companions were staying until dawn.

The two companions who were still strong enough rode their horses to another place to avoid exposing their whereabouts.

When Luca entered the base, he met someone he didn't expect.

"You are...Princess Kiara?"

The one he called princess was a girl who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with gray skin and slightly pointed ears. She looked like the dark elf, the most unpopular among the elves.

But the difference is that she has a pair of very inconspicuous horns on her forehead - although small, they are completely different from non-existent.

She is an orthodox demon.

"It's me. Why are you covered in blood?" The girl frowned at him. "Did a fight happen on your way back?"

None of the people who had rescued him spoke at this point. Luca bowed his head and said, "There were some accidents, but they've all been resolved. Princess, don't worry."

Kiara still frowned, as if she didn't like the bloody smell on him.

However, Luca's attitude was much harsher when facing the other companions who had just rescued him. "Why is Princess Kiara here? Did you bring her here?"

"I wanted to come with them." Kiana said, "Father knew that Prime Minister Luca was captured by humans, so he immediately sent people to rescue you."

"Does the Demon King know about the princess's visit?"

Kiara crossed her arms and turned to look to the side, "That's about right."

"..."

Probably unaware.

Luca frowned.

Kiara is one of the Demon King's dozens of children. His mother died in battle long ago, so he is not particularly favored. However, if anything unexpected happens here, he will be held responsible.

"Well, now that Chancellor Luca has been rescued, we can go back." Kiara lifted her hood. "I've been wearing this thing every day in the human world, pretending to be a dark elf. It's suffocating."

This is the Kingdom of Arsha in the south of the continent. To return to the northern Demon Realm, the shortest route is to go straight from south to north through the Delan Empire.

After being delayed here for more than half a year and regaining his freedom, Luca still did not forget his responsibilities during this trip south.

"Princess, please return to the Demon Realm with these guards first. I still have some things to deal with here." Luca said with his head down.

"Huh, you're not leaving?" Kiara looked at him in surprise. "I finally managed to rescue you, what if you get caught again? Father will definitely kill them."

Several guards also looked over, obviously agreeing with the princess' words.

"I'll be extra careful," Luca said. "Being caught this time was just an accident. And my next destination is Lutia, the capital of the Human Empire. No one will recognize me there."

"But weren't you recognized and arrested this time?" Kiara said.

Luca's eyes darkened. "This is one of the reasons why I want to stay. At least to find out who is targeting me."

Kiara didn't comment. After thinking for a while, she said, "Then I'll go with you to that Lu Yaya place."

Luca was shocked. "Princess, no! I'm human, and there's basically no chance of me being exposed in the human empire. But you're a demon, and it would be too dangerous to go there."

"You're so long-winded." Kiara frowned, "We came all the way here without being exposed, didn't we?"

"but……"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you." Kiara raised her finger at him, "Don't think that no one will dare to kill you just because your father values ​​you."

"..."

Luca had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, Princess...but for your own safety, please follow my instructions before returning to the Demon Realm."

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