Dust of History Chapter 89: Sorry, please die

It is not only swordsmen who come into the cell every day to deliver food, even Lancelot has to personally inspect twice a day, inspecting the special shackles tied to Asa's hands and feet and anything that happened in this cell abnormal.

Asa had to admire Lancelot. As the knight with the highest status in the mainland and almost the spokesperson of justice, he is actually very familiar with all kinds of petty theft tricks like thieves, and all Asa's attempts are easily seen through by him. And the food delivered every day was just a bowl of gruel, which was brought to Asa's mouth by the swordsman and drank it all in one gulp. After three days, Asa had no strength anymore.

But it was not until the thirteenth day that Asa really understood that he could not escape by his own strength.

In these thirteen days, he has tried all the methods, the last time he even managed to quietly break his own bones, and slowly get out of the chain. For his little physical strength, this is undoubtedly a long and painful job for Ying, and it can't be noticed yet. It took him half a day to break his ribs and half of his ribs without injuring his internal organs and major arteries, and he also worked hard to maintain his appearance.

But Lancelot walked in and only glanced at him, then said calmly: "I used that method when I was fifteen years old. You are sweating all over your head, you can't hide it from others."

"Fifteen years old..." Asa smiled wryly. He kept his head down and pretended to be unconscious, but he didn't want people to notice his cold sweat. "It turns out that you are really stronger than me. I can bear the pain, but I can't help sweating."

"I can't help it either, but I was skinned in half and covered in blood, so no one noticed."

Lancelot stepped up to help Asa's bones slowly reset, using healing magic. "Let me tell you. This is not a good way. Even if you can get out, it is impossible to fully recover your injuries and physical strength, and the rest are almost just captured."

"May I ask how you escaped?"

"In the end, I relied on my companion to save me, but he died..."

"Do you mean that I have to wait for my companion to rescue me?" Asa's eyes twitched.

Lancelot caught this expression, shook his head and said lightly: "Even if you have companions, you will never be able to escape. This is the Castle of Glory. His Majesty Magnus's consciousness can use the King's Ring to control the entire castle. They are all covered, no matter how high a master is, it is impossible to sneak in. If it is the same attack, it is just death. Even a necromancer cannot be the opponent of the entire Glory Castle. His Majesty Magnus is actually still I hope that someone will come to save you. It is a good opportunity to eradicate those dangerous people.”

Asa did not answer. That's what worries him the most. If it is known that he has been arrested, will someone really come to rescue him? Sandro? Granny Al? It's a pity that no matter who it is, it will be the entire Glory Castle. He had seen with his own eyes the power of the ring in the Pope's hands.

That is definitely not a force that one person can fight against.

"Don't be so depressed, your death can save the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, which is very valuable."

Asa sneered: "According to what you said, I should be happy? It's a pity that I don't have such a great sentiment, nor do I have such a great sense of justice as you. If you are tied here, I think you will definitely Very happy."

"No, as long as you are a human being, no one is willing to die. No matter how great the reason is, it is the same. This is instinct. However, people always have something that is not higher than instinct. Therefore, something must be discarded. "

"I'm sorry, I'm really not that noble."

"Then I, you might as well try to think as I said, think that your death can indeed continue to live for many people, and make you feel better. Sometimes, the sublime is a good pain reliever. "Lancelot smiled slightly, and the smile was deep.

"Thank you for your concern. I don't have that habit, but I still want to thank you. I know that you have made me feel better. If it weren't for you, I can only be a stick without hands and feet."

"I just promised Talis some small things." Lancelot took a deep look at Asa and sighed softly. "I know you're not a bad person, but there's nothing I can do. I don't have any incomparably noble sentiments, but in my opinion, the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers are much more important than yours."

"So I'm sorry, please go to die. Don't worry, it's unfair to wait for too long. Your Majesty said that the power of the Ring of the King's Capital is about to be restored. We may not have many chances to meet in the future."

Lancelot walked out of the cell. The steel gate as thick as a city gate was shut with a bang. It was dark again in the cell.

"Bastard...are you really going to die? I don't want to die...Grandma, don't come here..." In the darkness, Asa's voice talking to himself echoed alone.

Oufu, Sedros is looking at several reports at his desk right now. His brows were furrowed.

Celeste did not take any action against Oufu. Instead, he concentrated all his troops in the southern desert, and captured the nomads who had occupied that place for a long time in one fell swoop. This seemed to be good news for Oufu, but Sedros was not happy.

What Oufu needs most now is time, and Celeste's performance is not just giving Oufu time~IndoMTL.com~, it is almost letting him develop. The progress in the Sandefis Mountains is going well, the attitude of the Tower of Fangs is also clear, and the preparations for war are getting stronger and stronger. As time goes by, Oufu will be stronger than before almost every day.

It seemed impossible for Magnus to do such a stupid thing in any way. The only possibility is that he no longer cares about Oufu's development, and he already holds a trump card in his hand that can turn all the situation around.

What kind of ace Sedros is is not very clear, since the earth-shattering battle between the Archangel and the Fire Phoenix in the Castle of Glory, Sedros has almost lost all the spies deployed in the religious country. At that time, it wasn't just the pope and the transformed archangel that won the victory, but also the gathering and cohesion of the whole church. As long as it is not extremely vicious and evil to the extreme, anyone who still has a little bit of faith in their hearts will be overwhelmed by the real angel image, and the originally vague and pervasive concept suddenly becomes a living existence, and no one dares to doubt whether there is really a **** in this world.

It took a lot of effort for Sedros to collect some vague information, and after thinking about it with his reasoning ability, he roughly understood what happened.

"Does that kid's arrest have anything to do with Magnus's weird behavior?" Sedros frowned, talking to himself while tapping on the table. "Do you want to rescue him... At least find a way to ask clearly..."