() This dungeon is less stuffy than the outside. I glimpsed the narrow slot above the dungeon and the sunlight coming in. I think this dungeon should be the upper room, the fuse of the whole incident, Frederick of Germany... No,

That is a male name. What should I call this German woman with messy blond hair and half of her clothes torn? According to German grammar, she should be called Friedricha, but in spoken language, I can call her her.

, Philetlia or Philetliga.

But these are not the point. As for the surprise, it is even more unnecessary. I knew that this ridiculously beautiful guy was not a man, otherwise it would be too hurt for my self-esteem.

She raised her head and revealed a pair of hateful eyes: "Villain, you are happy now! You are satisfied to see our miserable state!"

At this time, anything you say is in vain.

I looked around the room carefully and saw Hans. He was in a very bad condition. He had been hit with several big whips on his back and was bloody. He was breathing out more than he was breathing in. He was also imprisoned on a torture device.

This torture device is very familiar and is often used in Hollywood movies. It involves placing both hands and head on a shackle and making the prisoner squat on the ground in a very uncomfortable position.

I took out the small dagger I carried, squatted a foot away from her and whispered: "Am I satisfied? You should ask yourself this, my German friend. Are you satisfied? Ever since I came to Constantine

In just a few months, I dueled with people no less than thirty times in the square of the university district. I was called the duelist Frederick. Humph, the result was that the friend next to you suffered so much. Are you satisfied?"

"I am all for justice!"

There's something wrong with this girl's head.

"Didn't I say that justice will never be defeated by evil, but what about you now? You are chained and unable to move...hehehe." I know I am here to save people, but I still can't help but teach this unknown person a lesson.

The so-called guy, "I forgot to tell you that your so-called justice has caused a lot of trouble for your good friends. The church people discovered that the books they created contained the intention of rebellion. Now they are under house arrest."

"

My sneer caused her to react violently. She pulled the iron chain hysterically and tried to rush over, but the iron chain made in Rome was very strong, and all she did was in vain...

It seems that I saw something bad, this girl is actually flat-chested... I quickly looked away and said: "Once the charge of rebellion is established, I think you can guess what will be waiting for them. If this is your justice,

I think this kind of justice is too ridiculous."

"Asshole, villain! It's all you! I can't wait to kill you! Ah~~~"

The screams of the literary young man attracted the astonishment and laughter of the group of big men outside...

"Hey, what did you do in there to make that bitch scream so loudly..."

"Hahaha, is your thing too big? Spit on it! This kind of first-time bitch is no better than those bitches who have been [cao] fucked. It can't be stuffed into it without getting wet!"

I pointed my thumb at the commotion outside the door and whispered: "Did you hear what those people outside said? Compared to them, I am already a good person. Don't look at me like this. You know, they are planning to be there."

You, your childhood sweetheart, are taking your turn, and I spent nearly four Ole Ops to get the first place, so that I can get the time to come in and talk to you."

"What did you say!!! What did you say!!!"

This girl's reaction was even more intense, and I had to take a few steps back to avoid being scratched by her.

"Say it again! I'm only worth four Oleys!!!!"

"To be precise, three Ores and a few Solidus, hey, but these are not the point." I think there is something wrong with this girl's spirit.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill them!!!"

Well, this seems like too much to say, and this is what a righteous young man who is about to be slandered should say.

"I, the heir to the Kingdom of Prussia, cannot be humiliated like this even if I am thrown into prison! Four Oreis!!! If I can get out, I will kill you! Kill them all!!!"

Uh... I have a lot of confusion in my head. I thought my outlook on life and values ​​were distorted enough. I didn't expect that there was someone more twisted than me. Raising a perverted person like her is definitely as good as an old man.

A scumbag and a weird scumbag.

"Hahaha, young man, don't worry, those nobles are all like this, they all have brain problems. Hey, a lot of time has passed for a meal, are you ready to start?" The voice of the black cloth bag head urged outside.

arrive.

I was stunned. It seemed that not much time had passed. How could we have had a meal so quickly? I thought, this is the generation gap. This is the generation gap that cannot be bridged between the living habits of civilians and the living habits of ordinary people. Well, I asked those old men before,

The answers they gave are not in line with the current phenomenon of artistic young people who are still alive and kicking. Is this also a generation gap?

Now is not the time to talk about this.

"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense to you. Believe it or not, I'm here to save you. I'll unchain you later. We have a few horses outside. Once the chains are unlocked, don't say anything.

, don’t do it either, just follow us. But!” I emphasized my tone here, “Don’t hit me!”

Are literary young people really not going to fight... The answer is of course no. I used a dagger to pry open the chain, and then I took a breath. I was about to show off my lock-picking skills I learned from the old scumbag with a big smile, but I saw the opponent's

A pair of bloodshot eyes, and then a casserole-like fist came towards me... Although I don't want to admit it, I finally waited for this fist!

The next second, I felt pain in the corners of my eyes, my brain was pounding, and I felt like I was going to faint when my eyes went dark, but I still did the most basic thing based on my instinct and quickly stretched out my hands to protect my head. Then, I

I was hit in the abdomen, it was very painful, why did this German literary youth strike so hard... But it wasn't over yet, I heard an unpleasant sound, it seemed like the sound of the only chair in the cell being lifted!

My ancestors were very stubborn and didn't give me any time to burst into tears. The chair hit my back hard.

Once, twice, three times!

No more, I don’t think it’s because she doesn’t want to continue fighting, but because the chair has been knocked apart!

"Hey, what are you playing in there, so loud?"

While Black Baghead was asking questions, she took away my rapier, then my gun, and then rescued Hans. But in the end, she didn't take me hostage, which was to my surprise!

"Don't move, all of you! This gun is loaded! Whoever dares to take a step forward, I will kill him!"

"Asshole! What does that guy in there do for food? How did he let this bitch escape!"

"If she runs away, we will all die!"

"Whoever dares to take another step forward, I will let him die!"

Outside the cell, there was a commotion.

"Damn it, you go follow this bitch, I'll kill that bastard inside!"

The black cloth bag man came in angrily and shouted this sentence. I had just stood up from the pile of broken chairs. He yelled angrily and was about to come up and punch me in the face again. I bent over.

I raised my waist and kicked him in the lower abdomen. He groaned in pain and bowed his body. I grabbed his bag head and threw the guy who weighed more than 200 kilograms out of the door.

The young man beat me hard, and I should have been beaten harder, but I was hit hard by the guy with the chair, and my whole body was in pain.

I said to a few guards who were stunned: "What are you still doing? Get rid of them."

There was a fight immediately outside the door, but my guards had guns and were trained, and they had the upper hand in the fight. I walked over, stepped on the black cloth baghead who seemed to have a lot of history, and waited for the guards to threaten him with their guns.

Those with heads covered with black bags, I put them into the cell together.

"Everything is done, let's go out." I straightened my hair, which should be very messy.

"Your Highness." A guard shouted from a distance on the way. He pointed to his nose, "Your nose!"

"how?"

"I was beaten and bleeding. Your Highness, I failed in my duty!!!" The three guards were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

"Really?" I stretched out my hand and touched it. Looking down in the sunlight from the dungeon door, I saw that there was indeed blood on my finger. "That's not from a beating."

"ah?"

"I accidentally saw the breasts of that, you know, the lady in the cell, because those breasts were so... tragic? So flat and majestic?" Thinking of Frederick's naked breasts, my vocabulary

It's too poor. In other words, how should a man praise a flat chest, a straight curve like the horizon?
Chapter completed!