Chapter 224 Dungeon

After returning to the residence, Paul told the left -behind Cecil and the female consultant at the banquet.

Cecil touched his chin and loud, "The drunk men in the tavern have new talks again. Earl, the count, I can no guarantee that there will be countless versions of the story of the Duke's inheritance in the three -day well. "

"So exaggerated?"

"This kind of thing that reveals the taste of a strong conspiracy is always likely, even if there is no conspiracy and complicated passage, it will be added to the jealousy."

"Cecil, I have to strengthen the information about the Kente family in the future. Before he had hostile to us, even if he did not find us in the future, he had to be guarded. After Malt Kett became the Duke, he in his hands, he in his hands. Power is even greater. "

"Earl, I know this."

Paul said, "If there is nothing else, let's go back tomorrow."

"Oh? Earl, the Sennt City will hold a contest for several days in a row? Do you not leave it to watch?"

"I have no interest in those things. Compared with the competition conference, I am more concerned about the expansion of the iron factory now."

The female consultant was very agreed with Paul's decision. Maybe it was because of the reasons for the secret identity. As soon as I left Alda, there was a sense of insecurity.

Before dinner, Malon and Victor returned.

"Strange!"

The Count Ghanad stretched his hands, and said somehow.

"I was quite excited at the beginning, but in a certain game, I suddenly thought that those knights on the field can be knocked down by an ordinary person with a musket, and I immediately felt that the competition was boring. "

"Okay, Magon, let's go back tomorrow!"

Everyone reached a unified opinion.

Nympho

The dungeon in the duke's mansion is a dark, cold and humid place.

This is especially true in the deepest part of the dungeon. The air here is dirty and a moldy taste is full of it.

Only a few torches inserted on the wall exuding a little light and warmth.

For many years, many criminals and enemies of the Ferdinand family have been detained here. Many people have spent the last tragic time in life here.

Among them, there are many deceased people. If you listen carefully in the dungeon, you can hear a low groaning like he said, as if the dead soul of the deceased wanders here and tells his misfortune.

In this quiet place that can make people downturn, footsteps suddenly sounded.

A guards led an old man to here, and they came to the deepest cell door.

A figure lying behind the iron railings, he heard someone coming, he immediately sat up and looked out.

The Guardian glanced at the figure in the cell and gave him a gift, "Master Viscount, your housekeeper came to see you."

The person who was detained here was because of the inheritance of the title and angered the Duke of his brother Ferdinand. However, although he was locked at the deepest part of the dungeon under the command of the Duke, the guards in the guardian did not dare to regard him as ordinary prisoners.

After all, Henry is the family of the Ferdinand family, a voice of the duke, and the Duke's brother. Although the Duke is now losing his brother, they are not slow. Well, their small shrimp must be mildew.

"Butler, you are finally here ~"

Henry was crying with a face, as if bearing the grievances and unwillingness.

"Woohoo, how can my brother treat me like this, I'm his brother!"

Having said, Henry cried in tears with a snot.

The housekeeper sighed, and comforted: "Master Viscount, don't do this. I have been pleading with you in front of the Duke. Presumably his elderly will not really embarrass you."

"Ah? Have you ever seen my brother? What did he say?"

"Master Duke said you have to turn off you for two days, ..."

Before the housekeeper said me, there was a hurried footsteps outside.

A officer dressed up, and the people looked in, and there were two other guards who followed him behind him.

Earlier, the guards who led the housekeeper came in and looked at the colors of the two companions behind the officer.

Sure enough, the officer came in front of him and threw him a big slap in a "snap".

A red five -finger seal appeared on the guard's face. He covered his face and lowered his head, waiting for the boss's scolding.

The guards were not very familiar with the boss in front of him. The original officer who had managed the dungeon was transferred a few days ago, and then changed to this one.

The officer roared to the guard: "I just have the kung fu that goes out to soak urine, you don't let me worry about it. Without my permission, I led outsiders to enter the cell!"

The guards were aggrieved, "But, adults. He is the steward of Henry's volunteer!"

The officer blows his beard and said loudly, "That's not okay. Everyone must pass my permission."

Although he was roaring at the Guard, it was obviously not just for the guards.

The old housekeeper standing aside quickly came over and apologized: "This adult, please forgive me, I don't understand the rules here."

The close -up of Henry, who was overwhelmed, seemed to be afraid.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The officer turned his head and looked at the butler, "Mr. Butler, I am not unreasonable, but rules are rules. You see..."

He glanced at the wooden box in the butler's hand.

The butler immediately handed the wooden box with both hands, "Oh, here is the food for the Viscount. I am afraid that he can't get used to the food in the prison. Please check it."

"Forgive me for offending you."

The officer didn't waste any words, and immediately opened the box and carefully checked each item.

The box was indeed full of food, and he returned the box to the butler.

"After delivering the things, say a few words and leave. There is a time limit for visiting the prison, and the Viscount is no exception."

"Yes, yes. I will leave soon."

The butler agreed, and he handed the box to Viscount Henry on the other side of the iron bars, told him a few words to take care of his health, and then got up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, he took out a bag and stuffed it into the officer who was always watching them.

"Sir, please take good care of Viscount Henry in the future."

The officer shook the bag, and a clear and pleasant sound came out from it, and a smile squeezed out of his tense face.

"Okay, okay. I will definitely take good care of the Duke's brother."

Then he led the butler out.

The voice of Viscount Henry with a crying tone came from behind: "Butler, you have to persuade my brother again! He was also taken care of by you when he was a child, and he will definitely listen to you."

The footsteps became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

Viscount Henry opened the wooden box, but did not start eating immediately. Instead, he took out the bread inside and broke it open one by one.

After breaking the third bread, there was a small paper roll embedded in it.

"Sure enough..."

The Viscount muttered to himself while taking out the small paper roll from the bread.

His previous cowardly look also disappeared.

"Hehe, my good brother. I thought you forgot what this cell in the deepest part was used for. Now it seems that you still remember it."