Chapter 935: Hope in the Darkness

Otopaci was awakened by a noise.

He opened his heavy eyelids and looked around—the candles on the candlesticks had bottomed out, and the thin flames made the room very dark.

Day and night could not be seen in the dungeon, and candles became his only thing to measure time. About every three hours, they would be replaced, and at the same time, the dinner plate in front of him would be replaced.

But that was at the beginning.

Now whether it was candles or food, the delivery time was getting more and more delayed. Sometimes he would even wake up from hunger and find that the prison was still dark.

How long has he been locked up here? Otto pressed his forehead and shook it, trying to wake himself up. The long-term detention without light made him physically and mentally exhausted, especially when he woke up and was still in the darkness, which made him feel helpless and forgotten by everyone.

But he has to live.

Because the fate of his father...and even the entire Luoxi family is in the hands of An Pain.

Otto propped up his weak body, got out of bed, and walked slowly to the railing—in addition to replenishing the dinner plate and water jug, he also hoped that the guard would give him a spatula. The beard that has not been shaved for a long time has grown all over the cheeks, and every time he eats, it will leave grease and residue on it. After a long time, it will naturally emit an unpleasant smell, like moldy and rotten orange peel. If the other party is worried, it's okay to leave it to them to shave.

Anyway, he is also a nobleman, and requests related to appearance should not be rejected.

Then Otto heard conversations coming from outside the iron gate.

"What the hell are those people doing just now? The eldest son of the Percy family is imprisoned inside!"

Judging from the volume, the speaker didn't intend to whisper, as if he didn't care about being heard at all.

"Teasing and ridiculing, isn't that what clowns do."

"It's crazy. If these acrobatic troupes dare to offend the earl's son, they will become fish food at the bottom of the river the next day. They are just a group of homeless people!"

"You also know that in normal times, the eldest son would be locked up in a dungeon? Isn't it the tricks performed by those guys that His Majesty likes to watch now? Without the Lord of Dawn's instruction, I don't think they would dare to do such a thing. "

"Hey, just guess wildly."

"Anyway, I just said it casually. Do you believe it or not. Speaking of which, what if you don't believe it? Go and exchange a dinner for that big man in the prison?"

"Hey, forget it...it's just a few mouthfuls of saliva, and you won't die if you eat it." Following these words, the sound of a bunch of keys colliding with each other sounded.

"That's right, if this is what His Majesty wants to see, aren't you asking for trouble. Go, I'm still waiting to collect the dishes."

The iron door made a sour rubbing sound, and the jailer walked in with a plate of food.

"Hey, my lord, 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, "It's just right, eat today's dinner. Candles I'll change it tomorrow, but the head of housekeeping forgot to send a new one over."

Otto didn't answer - he was so overwhelmed with sadness that he forgot to ask for a shave. Although only a few words, he was able to draw the truth of the previous noise from the conversation between the two. The clown of the acrobatic troupe ran into the food delivery man, and then, with the intention of pleasing Ampein Moya, spit a few mouthfuls of water into his food?

The shame made his cheeks burn like a fire.

The prison chief didn't care about his answer, and after changing the plate on his own, he quickly left the cell—although the room-0---0---small-said---this is Gorgeous dividing line-let go of that witch 00 novel Netizens please remind: Please pay attention to the rest of your eyes when reading for a long time. 00 novel recommended reading: The Dynasty in the Sculpture of God-0--0---Small--Speak--This is a gorgeous dividing line---The furnishings and decorations are as exquisite as the duke's mansion, but the dull and depressing No one is willing to stay here any longer.

As the footsteps receded, silence enveloped Otto.

For a moment, he couldn't help but want to yell, to scold the other party for his negligence, and to reprimand An Pain for his neglect... But he didn't do it in the end.

Because that's pointless - the former will only make the next replacement time come later, and the latter may play into the hands of "old friends".

As for the dinner that was used to humiliate him, he didn't even want to touch it.

Otto couldn't help but wonder if what he was doing was right.

Just when he was about to go back to bed, he suddenly trembled all over - in the corner of his eyes, the barley porridge on the dinner plate turned into a bowl of black water at some point!

Passi's eldest son rubbed his eyes, slowly moved to the plate, and carefully picked up the porridge.

That was not his illusion, nor was it the shadow caused by the faint fire, but that the porridge surface really turned black, like sticky ink.

In an instant, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

Acrobatic troupe, clowns, tricks...could it be - that person arranged all of this?

"Yokoo said that you were an ordinary acrobat, is it true? How did you know His Majesty Roland?"

"It's just a coincidence. As for why His Majesty took a fancy to me, it's probably because my acrobatics are pretty good."

"Oh? Can you demonstrate?"

"It's okay, let's do the simplest squid spitting ink."

Otto stared blankly at the porridge for a moment, then suddenly inserted his finger into the bowl! After groping for a while, I felt a slightly rough touch from my fingertips.

"How... how did this happen? Why did the water suddenly change color?"

"It's not over yet. Look at this tulle. Is there nothing on it? Now I soak it in water and then dry it with fire. Guess what will happen?"

"There's nothing... Uh, wait, is that... a word?"

"Can you tell what is written?"

"Let me see, this is—your name?"

"That's right, Hill Fox, that's my name."

Otto gently pinched the rough thing, and slowly lifted the porridge surface - it looked almost transparent, even if it was directly immersed in the porridge, it would be difficult to distinguish. Only when you rub it with your hands can you feel the existence of this tulle.

Holding his breath, he walked quickly to the candlestick and unfolded it little by little.

The faint black traces of water began to fade, and the candle flames were faltering to be extinguished.

Hurry up... hurry up... hurry up... hurry up, he shouted anxiously in his heart, as swaying shadows seemed to envelope him from all directions, and what he held in his hand was the only light in this world.

The candle was extinguished at the moment the writing marks appeared.

Darkness swallowed the entire dungeon.

Otto couldn't help but chuckled softly.

He pressed his trembling shoulders, stuffed the tulle into his mouth, then crawled back to the railing, and swallowed the porridge.

The warm current rolled over his throat and viscera, filling him with strength. But compared to the porridge, his heart was warmer.

Just drinking the oatmeal silently, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

His persistence was finally not in vain.

There are only a few short words on the tulle, the handwriting is elegant and flying, and it carries a familiar childhood taste.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming."