Chapter 224 Dungeon
After returning to his residence, Paul told Cecil and the female counselor who had stayed behind what happened at the banquet.
Cecile rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue, "Now the drunkards in the tavern have something new to talk about. Your Majesty, I guarantee that in less than three days, countless versions of this will appear in the market. The story of the succession of the Duke title."
"So exaggerated?"
"This kind of thing that reveals a strong flavor of conspiracy is always popular with people, even if there is no conspiracy or complicated process. , will also be added to the situation.”
"Cecil, we must strengthen our intelligence collection on the Kent family in the future. He has been hostile to us in the past. Even if he does not cause trouble for us in the future, he must always be on guard. When Malzkent becomes the Duke, he will The power is even greater.”
“Master Earl, I know this.”
Paul said: “If there is nothing else, let’s go back tomorrow.”
"Ah? Your Majesty, Earl, Center City will hold tournaments for several days in a row? Aren't you going to stay and watch?"
"I have no interest in those things at all. Compared with tournaments, I Now I am more concerned about the expansion of the iron plant.”
The female consultant was very supportive of Paul's decision. Perhaps because of her secret identity, Ladi felt a sense of insecurity as soon as she left Alda.
Before dinner, Myron and Victor came back.
“Very strange!”
The Earl of Garnard spread his hands and said somewhat inexplicably.
“I was quite excited at first, but during a certain game, I suddenly thought that those arrogant knights on the field could be knocked down by an ordinary person with a ‘touch’ of a musket, and I suddenly felt The tournament was boring.”
"Okay, Myron, let's go back together tomorrow!"
Everyone reached a unanimous opinion.
......
The dungeon in the Duke's mansion is a dark, cold and damp place.
This is especially true in the deepest part of the dungeon, where the air is dirty and filled with a musty smell.
Only a few torches inserted into the wall gave off a little light and warmth.
Over the years, countless criminals and enemies of the Ferdinand family have been imprisoned here, and many of them spent the last miserable days of their lives here.
There are many dead among them. If you listen carefully in the dungeon, you can hear a low voice like whispering to yourself, as if the souls of the dead are wandering around here, telling their misfortune.
In this quiet place that can make people experience auditory hallucinations, footsteps suddenly sounded.
A guard led an old man here, and they came to the door of the deepest cell.
There was a figure lying behind the iron railing. When he heard someone coming, he immediately sat up and looked outside.
The guard glanced at the figure in the cell and saluted him, "Lord Viscount, your butler is here to see you."
The person imprisoned here is precisely because of the inheritance of the title. And Viscount Henry, who offended his brother Duke Ferdinand. However, although under the Duke's order, he was locked in the deepest part of the dungeon, the guards guarding the cell did not dare to treat him as an ordinary prisoner.
After all, Henry is a member of the Ferdinand family, a viscount, and the Duke’s younger brother. Although the Duke is now furious and has his brother locked up, they do not look down on Henry. If they are rude to him, they will never If two brothers of a family reconcile later, they are bound to be in bad luck.
“Butler, you are finally here~”
Henry inside had a mournful face, as if he was suffering from great grievance and unwillingness.
"Wow, how could my brother treat me like this? I am his biological brother!"
As he spoke, Henry started crying with snot and tears. .
The butler sighed and comforted: "Master Viscount, please don't do this. I have already pleaded for you in front of the Duke, and I believe that he will not really embarrass you."
" Ah? Have you met my brother? What did he say?”
"The Duke said that you will be detained for two more days..."
Before the housekeeper could say anything to me, there was a rush of footsteps outside.
A man dressed as an officer with a livid face broke in, followed by two other guards guarding the cell. The guard who led the butler in earlier felt that something was wrong as soon as he saw the colors of the two companions behind the officer.
Sure enough, the officer came and hit him in front of him, giving him a big slap in the face.
A red five-fingerprint appeared on the guard's face. He covered his face and lowered his head, waiting for his superior's scolding.
The guards were not very familiar with the boss in front of them. The original officer who managed the dungeon was transferred away a few days ago and replaced by this one. It is rumored that he has a close relationship with the Earl of Kent. ,
The officer roared at the guard: "I just went out to take a pee, and you didn't let me worry. You even led outsiders into the cell without my permission!"
The guard looked aggrieved, "But, sir. He is Viscount Henry's butler!"
The officer puffed his beard and stared loudly and said loudly: "That's not okay. Anyone who comes in must get my permission."
Although he was shouting at the guards, it was obvious that he was not just talking to the guards.
The old butler standing aside quickly came over and apologized: "My lord, please forgive me, I don't understand the rules here."
Viscount Henry, who was locked up, looked ignorant. He looked bewildered, as if he was afraid.
The officer turned his head and looked at the butler, "Mr. Butler, I am not an unreasonable person, but the rules are the rules. You see..."
He glanced at the butler's hand. Carrying wooden box.
The butler immediately put the wooden box in his hands and said, "Oh, this is food for the Viscount. I'm afraid he won't be used to the food in prison. Please check it."
"Then forgive me for the offence. "
The officer didn't waste any time. He immediately opened the box and checked everything carefully.
The box was indeed filled with food. He returned the box to the butler.
"After delivering the things, say a few words and then leave. There is a time limit for prison visits, and the Viscount is no exception."
"Yes, yes. I will leave soon."
The butler agreed. He handed the box to Viscount Henry on the other side of the iron fence, said a few words about taking care of yourself, and then stood up to leave. .
Before leaving, he took out a bag and stuffed it into the officer who was always watching them.
"My lord, please take good care of Viscount Henry in the future."
The officer bumped the bag, and a clear and sweet sound came from it, and a few words squeezed out of his tense face. Smile.
"It's easy to talk. I will definitely take good care of the Duke's brother."
Then he led the butler outside.
Viscount Henry's crying voice came from behind: "Butler, you have to persuade my brother again! He was taken care of by you when he was a child, and he will definitely listen to you."
The footsteps became quieter and quieter, and eventually disappeared completely.
Viscount Henry opened the wooden box, but he did not start eating immediately. Instead, he took out the bread inside and broke it one by one.
After breaking open the third piece of bread, there was a small paper roll embedded inside.
"Sure enough..."
The Viscount muttered to himself while taking out the small paper roll inside the bread.
The cowardly look he had before also disappeared.
"Humph, my good brother. I thought you had forgotten what the deepest cell was for. Now it seems you still remember it."
(End of this chapter)