Dust of History Chapter 2: Jailbreak

Asa woke up rubbing his neck, and found himself lying on a pile of musty straw. A mouse jumped quickly from his feet and slid into a crevice in the corner.

Looking up, one can see that the walls on three sides are all made of large blocks of bluestone, and only some dim light leaks in from the two ventilation holes on the wall that are slightly larger than a fist. On the other side is a wooden fence with the thickness of an arm, and there are several wooden fences outside the wooden fence. This is a cold dungeon.

Just now, he was in the magnificent Duke's mansion, but now he is lying in a cell in a dungeon. The huge contrast caused Asa's dizzy head to not know what was going on for a while. He shook his head, thought about it carefully, but became more confused.

Could it be that the knight suspects that there is something wrong between himself and his fiancée? Or did he think that he heard that his fiancée's injury was caused by himself? Asa carefully filtered the words of his report in his heart, and there were indeed no loopholes. He dealt with the story about the swamp on the way to the capital. Was it the knight's own claim? Then the only option is to speak to the Duke face to face.

Asa suddenly heard a strange sound in a nearby cell. It was the panting and moaning of a man and a woman.

Before he realized what was going on, the door of the dungeon was kicked open with a knock. A thin man dressed as a jailer rushed in, and kicked the wooden fence above the cell door where someone was groaning, shouting: "Get out!"

There were a few hard groans from inside, and then a fatter jailer came out slowly with his trousers lifted.

The thin jailer shouted loudly: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you agree that I'll come first?"

The fat jailer smacked his lips involuntarily, and replied slowly: "Who told you to come so late? You haven't come after the shift time. I'm anxious to wait."

The skinny jailer was still yelling: "Fuck you, I've never seen you wait so hard before. You'll complain for a long time when I'm a few minutes late. Now you're not in a hurry to go back. Here's to you." I enjoy it blindly. Why do you want me to help you cook the pot?"

The fat man still calmly said: "Forget it, since I've already done it, it's useless to talk about it, you can do it or not...or you can wait until she is released. ....."

The thin man became more and more furious: "Fuck you...

Asa approached the wooden fence and said to the two jailers outside: "I want to see Duke Mrak..." he was thinking about how to explain this matter to the Duke.

"See your mother's xx!" The thin man suddenly turned around and kicked, hitting the completely unsuspecting Asa's chest.

The sound of bones breaking was very clear in the quiet dungeon. A few ribs in the chest, which were still very fragile, were broken by the kick again. The chest felt tight, and Asa fell backwards, and the back of his head hit a protruding stone under the straw.

The two jailers heard the crisp voice and saw the prisoner lying motionless after falling to the ground. The fat man hurriedly opened the fence, came over to look at Asa, snorted, and exclaimed, "Oops, I'm out of breath!" He touched his chest again. "Several ribs are broken. It seems that even the heartbeat is gone."

The skinny man was also secretly surprised by the power of this kick, but he pretended to be calm and shouted: "Hurry up! What's the fuss about killing a prisoner? I told you earlier that my kung fu is very good. A soldier It became famous at that time. You go and ask back then..."

The fat man looked at the thin man in horror, and said in a voice like chaff: "This prisoner is a spy who was just sent over by the Duke's mansion. He told him to guard him carefully. He was caught by Baron Clovis himself. He may come again." Trial."

The thin man was still intoxicated by the bravery of kicking someone to death, and stared: "I'm afraid of a bird." It seemed that even if the baron came in person, he would kick him to death at worst. But he took a breath of relief, and his heart was beating drums. After all, the incident between heretics and spies has been very fierce recently. If you kill a spy, you may be suspected of being a spy and kill him. The baron is even more severe. is famous. The thin man's voice was a little softer: "Wait for me to think about it..."

Not long after, when the two jailers had just finished setting up, the Knight of Clovis arrived.

"Escaped?" The knight's face was greener than the bluestone on the wall.

The two guards covered their heads and necks, and the skinny man replied in a dying voice: "He said he was seriously injured, let us find a doctor for him. This is an important prisoner you caught, we are afraid that he is really If he is dead, go in and have a look at him, who knows that he suddenly knocked us out and ran away.” To prove his dedication to his duty, he pointed to other cells and said, “Ask other prisoners, they all saw it with their own eyes.” The entire dungeon There was a sound of half-dead proof.

A gleam of light that could be directly used to kill people burst out in Clovis' eyes, he stared at the two jailers and said: "You don't move here, wait for me to come back." Turning around and sprinting out of the dungeon .

It was not until the sound of footsteps disappeared for a while that the thin man breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his dissatisfaction in a very disdainful tone: "What kind of airs are you putting on? It's better to be born, if I was born in the Erni family He's already a general at this age." Seeing that the fat man was still trembling and fearful in the eyes of the knight just now, the heroic spirit in his heart was revived. He patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "How? You also said that you need to dispose of the corpse yourself, which is time-consuming and easy to be discovered. Why don't you just give it to old Sandro? He will help us solve the problem quickly." Too much, if you do it, you won’t be able to catch up just now.”

The fat man is still trembling, and he can't even speak clearly: "His eyes are so scary."

The skinny man said frolickingly: "I told you earlier that these sons and gentlemen like to put on airs, but relying on the power of the family, they are airs that scare people. If it is an ordinary person, I will kick him to death with just one kick. ....." The fat man echoed in disbelief.

Whether they were talking vigorously or listening intently, the two of them stood there without moving.

It didn't take long, even before their legs were sore, Clovis returned to the prison after arranging the arrest operation of the royal guards.

"Has the prisoner talked to anyone here?"

"It doesn't seem to be..." The thin man didn't dare to meet Clovis' gaze, and replied while looking at the wall behind him. The fat man just stared at the ground and trembled.

"Like-like?" Clovis' voice seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself. The two jailers dared not answer.

"En." Clovis seemed to have figured out something, made up his mind, and nodded slowly.

"There is no one who does not make mistakes. Even if a mistake is made, it is enough to make up for it as much as possible. It is useless to regret and blame. Don't you think so?" The two jailers found that the knight's face was not so ugly. With that terrifying blue color, there was even warmth in the eyes, and what he said to them seemed to be forgiving and comforting them. This made them relieved, and the thin man quickly replied: "Yes, yes, we will definitely try our best to make up for it."

"Okay, okay, you're right to say that." Clovis put his hands on the shoulders of the two guards, completely flattering them. The fat man was not afraid at all, and felt that this handsome and amiable young nobleman was more worthy of admiration than the gods in the church. The thin man also admitted from the bottom of his heart that this kid from a rich family was probably a little taller than himself.

'Pong'. A muffled sound echoed in the air of the dungeon.

The two bodies, one fat and the other thin, fell close together, as if they were on good terms with each other. Even the blood and brains were mixed together, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other. The distance is relatively close, and there are exclamations from the few fences that can clearly see the situation here.

Knight Clovis frowned majestically, using his slow and steady tone, like an adult scolding a child, he screamed one after another: "What are you arguing about? They are just taking their own responsibilities That's all. You are also responsible."

Back to the Duke's mansion, Duke Mrak knew that the prisoner had escaped, but he didn't change his expression much. He just calmly ordered the prisoner's belongings to be brought to him.

Knight Clovis looked at the Duke's calm expression with sincere admiration. This is a person who never lets others know what he is thinking, but those eyes that are narrowed with a smile seem to be able to see through the deepest secrets in anyone's heart. This is what Clovis tried to learn.

Looking carefully with the knife in his hand, the Duke's eyes narrowed even more. He stroked the blade with his fingers, looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked Clovis, "What kind of knife do you think this is?"

Clauvis looked at it carefully, and replied: "The weapons for soldiers are not produced by regular weapons factories, they are forged by ordinary private blacksmiths," and then looked carefully. "A very good blacksmith."

"That's right, it was made by a very good blacksmith. The inclination, length, and thickness of the blade are well controlled. You can see the relationship between this blacksmith and the user of this knife Is it?"

Clovis looked closely, but couldn't see it. I had to answer: "I can't see it."

"This knife is very practical, every useful place is well made, but there is no trace of decoration, even the most minimal decoration. That is to say, this knife is not a commodity, even It's not a gift from a friend. It seems to be for yourself." The Duke asked, "How old do you think that soldier is?"

"About twenty or so."

"If he made this knife himself, then he had to start practicing blacksmithing in his mother's womb. It should be his elders who made this knife, maybe his father." The Duke's deduction made Clovis Five-body cast. "The iron used in this knife is also a high-quality concentrate. A person who will be a temporary hired soldier, how can an ordinary blacksmith have so many high-quality concentrates? Unless it is in..."

"Unless his home is near a mine that produces concentrated ore." Clovis continued. "This subordinate will send someone to Kalendo to investigate."

"No need, it's only been less than an hour anyway, the person must still be in the city, just look for it carefully." The Duke put down the knife. "Where is the chair that the soldier sat on, where is the used cup?"

"Well...this....I ordered it to be thrown away~IndoMTL.com~ throw it away?" A rare look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Duke. "Why?"

"...I think it is a kind of blasphemy to leave things that people have used in the mansion."

The Duke stared at Clovis for a moment. Although he knew that the Duke didn't mean to be angry or blame him, Clovis still felt a little hairy on his back.

"You're still too young." The Duke withdrew his gaze and came to a conclusion in a helpless tone. Then he issued an order: "Tell the officers of the royal guards that this spy is extremely dangerous, and if he is found, he will be executed on the spot, and you are not allowed to talk to him."

"Yes." Clovis led the order to retreat. He believed in the efficiency of the royal guards, maybe that soldier was dead now.

"Why are you still alive?"

Asa woke up, and the first sentence he heard was a complaint. This tone often appears in the vegetable market. When an old woman buys unsatisfactory or shoddy vegetables and meat, it will appear immediately.