Chapter 573 Friends

Vito passed through the corridor, carrying something in his hand, walked through the hall of the giant rock, and came to the dark door. The Dark Angel guard guarding here saw him coming.

They talked for a while, and then at Vito's command, they opened the door behind them, the dungeon door.

After the trial, Luther was brought here, to the cell, to await his execution the next day.

There is a prison underground in Caliban, which was once the prison of the Knights, where illegals, unruly people, murderers, and traitors were imprisoned.

As it happens, Luther falls into all of the above categories.

He has been imprisoned here for ten thousand years in the past.

This place is very special, time seems to not pass, there are no stars, no sun and moon, only the cold loneliness deep underground, day after day, year after year.

For most of his life, Luther was here. He thought here. This was the only thing he could do. He figured out a lot of things.

Luther was sitting on the bed in the prison, surrounded by dim walls and closed corridors separated by iron windows. The flickering firelight made the place dark but damp, but this environment was already familiar to Luther.

He closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep. The sound of wings flapping sounded in his ears. Luther opened his eyes and someone was coming.

He was locked up here alone, waiting for dawn. He heard the sound of the door opening, and someone came over. His footsteps echoed in the corridor. With his footsteps, some kind of iron pieces made noise on his boots from time to time. , and soon he appeared outside the bars.

Vito stood there, taking off the gorgeous robe, but still wearing the marshal's clothes. He looked at Luther here.

"Luthor."

"Marshal." Luther said with a smile.

"He didn't come."

"I know he won't come." Luther still smiled and looked very calm. "That kid has been like this since he was a child. He hasn't changed at all. It's great."

"Do you hate him?" Vito asked standing outside, Luther shook his head.

"How could it be? I found the child and took him back. I taught him everything, and he was just doing what I taught him."

"He learned very well and always has, which makes me proud."

Luther said calmly, Vito looked at him in silence for a moment, while Luther smiled, leaning against the cold wall behind the bed, recalling many things.

He remembered that day, the day he found Ryan, the tree hole, the killed beast, and the moment he pulled him out, as well as Lawn's previous appearance, the dirty one who only knew how to roar. look.

And the days in the castle, when he taught him, taught him how to speak, how to use a sword, and everything else, those days seemed like an eternity, but they seemed like a lifetime ago.

"At first, I hated the Emperor. I felt that he took away Ryan, and I found the child." Luther said, "But now, I don't hate him anymore. I know that he didn't change anything about Ryan."

Luther sat in the cell in silence for a while, while Vito looked at him from outside without saying a word. Until a while later, Luther finally spoke, "What are you doing here? I thought it would be tomorrow."

"I'm curious," Vito replied in a low voice.

"What are you curious about?"

"Do you regret it?"

After Vito said this, Luther fell silent. He sat in the shadow of the firelight and spoke after a long time.

"What do you regret? Find that child, teach him everything, regret, why did I take him back?" Luther said calmly, "Or regret, become a knight, swear an oath, and pay the due price for it. ?”

"You know what I mean."

There was silence for a while, and there was only the sound of the beating flames. They were the only two people in the whole underground, and they could hear each other's breathing.

White mist spit out bits and pieces from the darkness, followed by Luther's voice.

"Do you regret it? Let me think about it. I want to find and talk to the young man at that time, talk to him, and tell him not to do stupid things. He almost killed the child he regarded as his own and destroyed his own home."

"But he's gone. That young man, that kid in the field, the young man on horseback is gone. I don't even know when he heard about it. There's just an old thing left."

Luther sat in prison. His voice was very soft, old but extremely calm. "He once swore to be the best knight. He failed, but I think he is not a bad person."

"I will not repent of the betrayal itself, the Emperor is not the savior." Luther said without hesitation after a moment, "I will not go to his heaven, nor to ours, but I will not repent."

"Do you want to refute me?" Luther asked.

Vito was silent for a moment, "No."

Luther turned his head, looked at Vito in the shadows, and looked at him for a long time, "I want to thank you, Marshal."

"Why?"

"You set me free," he said. "After that, after all this time, finally, freedom."

Suddenly, for a moment, Vito felt that he could understand him. He looked into those old eyes, the flickering thoughts, memories and traces of time itself.

"Do you still love him? Ryan."

"forever."

"Even if he wants you to die."

Vito stood silently for a while, then raised his head, "Do you have any last wishes?"

Luther smiled again, and he stood up, "Nothing, but if I have to make a wish, I hope you will do it, for all of us."

"I am honored to die in your hands, Marshal, Sword Bearer." Luther smiled, but it was not the smile of a dying man. Vito looked at him in silence for a moment, and then took out a pot of wine from his arms.

It was a bottle of wine, with the date and origin on the surface. Luther looked at it, "Caliban's red wine? You still have it?"

"Many years ago, Russ and I robbed Ryan's wine cellar together. I have never drunk it. It seems that it is time today."

"Farewell wine?" Luther asked with a smile.

"No, we haven't met yet, and I am not familiar with you, so I think, maybe tonight." Vito said, opened the bottle and drank a sip himself, then reached over the iron cage and handed it to Luther.

The latter took it, "Knowing a dead person? Is it too late?"

"It's never too late."

In this way, the two sat by the iron window, drinking the bottle of wine alternately. When it was finished, Vito would bring another bottle. There was red wine from Caliban and secret wine from Fenris. They talked about the pros and cons of different wines.

Talking about stories and telling each other's experiences, they became friends in the end.

When the night ended, Vito opened the iron cage with his own hands, took Luther out of the dungeon, and went to the end of ten thousand years.

Send this new and old friend on his last journey.