Priss has been held here for five days.

Although it was not a cell, the converted dwelling was not much different from the cell - the original wooden doors had been replaced with wooden railings, and all the furniture in the room had been removed, leaving only a few blankets. The only advantage is that the room is fairly clean, neither airtight nor leaky.

In addition to him, there were four other people in the prison. Three of them are from the Lane family, one belongs to the Running Wolf family, and he is a knight of the Elk Earl's division.

"Hell, how long does he want to keep us in lock!" exclaimed one of the oldest knights in the Lane family, "the wheat fields in the field haven't been sown yet! ”

"Your territory?" said the young knight of the Running Wolf family, sneering, "Do you think that His Royal Highness will keep the knight's collar and let you go back and gather the horses, weapons, and armor, and then wait for the opportunity to take revenge?" ”

"What did you say!?" the old knight glared at him.

"Tell me the truth," said the young knight nonchalantly, "the Duke is the number one criminal who planned and carried out the rebellion, and he will not clean up his elite knights and wait for his son? ”

"I think you're killing yourself!" he walked over and lifted the young man, his right hand clenched into a fist, and as he was about to be beaten, a hand reached out from behind and grasped him firmly.

"Stop, Haron. Do you want to bring in the guards?" a handsome knight pressed his fist down, "He's right, we're knights under the Duke's command, and we're bound to be sentenced harshly when convicted." Now that you've come to this point, just wait for the results. Look at the people of the Elk family, and then look at what you look like now. What about your noble demeanor?"

Priss knew him, the star knight of the Long Song Fortress, Philin Silter, nicknamed Dawn Morninglight, who had charmed many aristocratic young ladies. He was fortunate that he ended up marrying a commoner woman, which was quite a fuss at the time. Seeing that the other party mentioned himself, Priss couldn't stay silent anymore, and said to the three people who were arguing: "I don't know if the territory can stay, but at least His Royal Highness the prince won't want your life." ”

"Oh?

"Killing in the fortress can at least have a deterrent effect, and it will take a lot of effort to get you here, and who will you kill him?" Prise shook his head, "The Knights haven't set foot in the border town yet." ”

If they hadn't rushed in, burned, killed and looted, the townspeople would naturally not have extreme hatred. Therefore, for the prince, it is better to kill the townspeople than to kill the nobles of the fortress, and if they do not kill in the fortress, their lives will be saved.

Fei Lin thought for a moment and nodded, "That makes sense." Pls your name is ......"

"Prius Disa. ”

"Thank you for your relief, Sir Disa. With a grateful look, Filin pulled Haron back to the corner.

The young man sat down and hummed against the wall.

He wasn't afraid, Prise thought, and his "composure" was just an illusion.

Prise knew in his heart that he was really not a knight. He did not inherit his father's bravery, nor did he inherit his mother's wisdom, he preferred to take care of his own acres of land than to dance with swords and swords. Raising chickens and ducks, fishing by the pond or something. It was really helpless to fight for the elk count with a sword in armor, let alone killing, he didn't even like to participate in hunting. So when he charged, Priss rushed behind as much as he could, but he didn't expect to pick up a life.

Wait a minute...... Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little strange, as the star knight under the Duke, why did Flynn Silt also survive?

"Your Highness the Prince wants to see you," the guard suddenly shouted at the door, "Seni Dali, you come out first." ”

The young knight jumped to his feet, waved to the crowd, and walked out of the cell.

"Hey, what about us!"

Haron chased him to the door, only to be forced back by the guards' short-stick spears. After locking the cell door, the other party said coldly, "Don't worry, it will be your turn." ”

Knowing that the trial was imminent, Priss became more and more nervous. Damn, I always looked forward to this day when there was no result, and now that the result is coming, I am scared again. He thought annoyedly. But my body still couldn't help shaking, and I wanted to look up at the door every few breaths, just like the first time I faced the feeling of hope and panic when the child was about to be born.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not long, and after only about two quarters of an hour, the guard in charge of escorting came again, "Prius Disa, it's your turn."

He stood up in a panic, but his foot accidentally tripped over the blanket rolled up on the ground, but fortunately, Film's eyes were quick and he stepped forward to help him.

"Thank you...... Thank. He felt his throat run terribly dry.

"It's a gesture. The other party's voice was smooth and powerful, which eased Price's nervousness a lot.

He nodded at Filin and followed the guards out of the cell.

Leading the way was a young man, about seventeen years of age, dressed in dark brown leather armor and leather boots, and holding a bayonet in both hands.

"Don't you have to tie my hands?" asked Price.

"You've searched before you've been locked in, what can you do without weapons. ”

"Where are you taking me?"

"Your Highness's castle. ”

"What about the man before? The knight named Seni, how is he?"

The other shrugged and did not answer.

Well, maybe he didn't know, or maybe he didn't want to tell himself. Priss kept his mouth shut.

The escort felt very strange to himself, dressed and looked like an ordinary commoner, but he spoke without the slightest fear of the knights, and even the most basic honorifics were useless. He didn't seem to know that in normal times, these people could easily decide his life and death.

And the other party's eyes - Prise had seen a lot of civilians running for survival, they were wooden and cold, like a soulless walking corpse, but in the eyes of this little man, he saw pride and pride, obviously a commoner, but with a demeanor similar to that of a knight full of honor. This extreme sense of incongruity baffled Prise.

What kind of environment can make such a person?

He looked around, and although he hadn't been to the border town before, he had heard of this barren and remote place. But the vibrancy of the town now was very different from the frontier outpost he had imagined. The streets were full of people and fast, and they seemed to be busy with things. From time to time, someone will say hello to the little man who escorts him. Everyone's faces were flushed and full of energy, not at all like they had just gone through the ordeal of the Demon Moon.

As he approached the castle district, he saw a clearing where more than a hundred people had gathered—the group seemed to be building dwellings, and there were more than one of them in size. The materials of the house were piled up on the side, all of which were fired bricks. Generally speaking, only the aristocracy would choose this more expensive material, but if it is to say that it was built for the nobility, the size of the house is too small. The houses that had been built in front of the clearing were almost a little larger than their own living room. In addition, the houses were so similar that they could almost be printed out of a mold, what nobleman would like such a room?

With all sorts of questions, Prius stepped into the castle of the lords. (To be continued.) )