Thorn Flower Prison, also known as' Sylvia's First Prison '!
The fame of the first prison even overshadowed some of the ancient aristocrats whose businesses were spread throughout the three regions. However, there were very few people who knew the location of the prison except for the relevant personnel.
At the moment, a huge steel carriage was slowly moving. The arm-thick steel cage was covered with a piece of black cloth. It was tied with a rope to prevent it from being lifted by the wind.
There were twelve knights of the magistrate who were responsible for escorting the prisoners.
The magistrate's knights were extremely strong. Even the Knights of Light would find it difficult to match them. The combat power of these twelve knights was equivalent to thousands of guards!
At the moment, the carriage stopped. The black cloth outside the cage was untied, revealing the figure inside. It was Dean who was sitting cross-legged.
He had been hungry for seven days in the prison. His hair was messy and his skin was dull. His hands and feet were shackled with thick metal chains to restrict his movements.
"Come down." One of the knights of the magistrate shouted.
Dean slowly raised his head and looked around the carriage. His eyes flashed. He saw that the Thorn Flower Prison was in the middle of a lake. In addition to the aisle of the carriage, there was lake water on both sides. There were some huge swimming shadows in the lake.
"What are you looking at? Come down!" The young knight of the magistrate shouted.
Dean slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body and jumped out of the carriage.
"Go!" Another knight of the magistrate pressed his shoulder and shouted.
Dudian looked at him indifferently: "I will go by myself."
The knight of the magistrate snorted: "Then go quickly. I don't want to dirty my hands."
Dean stepped on the artificial aisle and walked towards a huge black castle-like prison in front of him. The metal chains on his ankles dragged on the ground, and the bells were ringing.
Splash!
Waves suddenly surged out of the lake beside the passageway. It was a seven to eight-meter-long crocodile-like monster. It surged out of the water with a two-meter-long odd-looking fish in its mouth. After it leaped out of the water, it sank back down, splashing the lake water high up to the edge of the passageway.
Dean looked at it and narrowed his eyes. It should be a monster.
"Don't look at it. It's just a small one." A knight sneered.
Dean silently retracted his gaze and continued to move forward.
After a while, the group of people arrived at the prison at the end of the corridor. The prison was built in the middle of the lake and was about two stories high. Outside the prison was a garden. At this moment, there were actually gardeners watering the garden.
"Go in, the prison is below," said one of the knights.
Following the stone path in the garden, everyone entered the gate of the castle prison.
The lobby was luxurious and spacious. Seven or eight prison guards in uniform sat in the lobby, eating snacks, drinking coffee, and chatting with each other. If it were not for their uniforms and the medals on their shoulders, most people would think that this was a high-end restaurant in the commercial district.
The people in the lobby looked at them after Dean and the twelve knights came in. There was a playful smile on their faces.
"It's the first time I've seen such a small one."
"Soft skin and tender flesh, this is my type."
"Another new plaything."
"The last one was too weak. It died after a few tries."
"Let's investigate whether it has any background."
"Don't do anything unnecessary. What kind of background can a person sent to us have?"
Whispers rose one after another in the lobby. But Dean's hearing was extraordinary. He could hear everything clearly. His eyes became colder as he slowly clenched his fists.
"Take him away. Don't affect my appetite. It stinks." One of the young jailers who was sitting near the door said in a disgusted tone.
A knight of the magistrate looked at Dean: "Follow me." He turned and walked towards the small door next to the lobby. Behind the small door was a dimly lit corridor leading to the basement.
The basement level was a spacious torture chamber. The walls were covered with torture tools, and there were sharp barbed iron bars on a horizontal plank. They were stained with blood, and brown flesh could even be seen on the barbed iron bars.
Dean's face was gloomy.
At this time, a guard sitting behind the counter in the basement saw Dean and others. He immediately stood up and said in surprise: "Newcomers? So small? "
A knight of the magistrate said to him: "We have delivered the person. We will hand him over to you. This is his information." After that, he handed a document to the young jailer.
The young jailer took a look and was surprised: "Theft? Is there a mistake? The crime of theft is here? "He looked at the bottom of the document and suddenly realized:" So, poor little guy. " There was no sympathy on his face as he said this. He put the document on the counter and said to Dean: "Little guy, take off your clothes."
Dean slightly frowned. He thought for a moment but took off his clothes.
"Well, good. I haven't eaten today so I don't have to clean you up." The young jailer picked up a bucket of water and poured it on Dean's head. The cold water drenched him from head to toe. His hair stuck to his face.
Dean lowered his head and slightly clenched his fists.
The young jailer glanced at Dean's fists and sneered: "Little bastard, do you want to retaliate against me? Your bones are hard, right? You're all very hard when you've just arrived. Now, squat down and pry open your dirty clothes. Let me see if there's anything hidden inside. "
Dean stared at him, clenching his fists.
"Go, kid." The knight behind seemed to know the inside story. There was a trace of regret in his eyes as he looked at Dean: "Although you are sentenced to death but there is basically no room for a comeback. It is best not to provoke these twisted devils. No one will know even if they torture you to death. So it is better to be obedient."
When the young jailer heard this, a smile appeared on his face as he said, "You can't say that about us. We are here to help you imprison the devil. We are all holy angels."
The knight frowned and coldly snorted.
The young jailer smiled and said, "When you commit a crime in the future and are assigned to this place, I will also take good care of you."
"I hope so." The knight sneered.
The young jailer took back his eyes and looked at Dean. His face sank: "Boy, don't you understand what I said?" He pulled out a steel pipe and smashed it towards Dean's shoulder.
Bang! The steel pipe hit Dean's shoulder. Dean looked up and stared at the young jailer like a beast. He tried to restrain himself from punching the young jailer.
Puff!
The punch landed on the young jailer's chest. In an instant, a few crisp sounds could be heard, like the sound of bones breaking. The young jailer's body flew backward and hit a horizontal torture device behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
The knights in the back saw him and hurried to pull him from behind.
Dean roared and waved his hands. The two knights who were the first to run over grabbed his hands and were thrown forward. They were horrified when they got up.
"Smelly boy!" The leader of the knight's face was cold. He came up and kicked Dean. The speed and strength of the kick was extremely fast. Dean was ready to dodge, but he couldn't react. He was kicked in the side of the abdomen and fell to the ground.
The other knights immediately rushed up and pressed Dean to the ground.
Dean's eyes were red as he stared at the knight who had kicked him. He struggled, but his hands and feet were pressed down by a knight. His neck was tightly clasped by two knights. He could hardly breathe, let alone break free. Although these knights were not his opponents in a one-on-one fight, but at the moment they surrounded him like a swarm of bees. It was still difficult for him to match them.
Moreover, there was also the leader of the knights of the magistrate who was stronger than an intermediate hunter.
At this time, one of the magistrate paladins came to the young jailer, stopped the bleeding, and helped him to stand up.
The young jailer was sweating in pain. He looked at Dean who was pressed to the ground and roared: "Smelly bastard, I'm going to peel your skin!" His emotions were so intense that it affected the injury on his chest. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His neck crooked and he fainted.
The knight who supported him frowned. He looked at the knight leader: "What should we do?"
"Send him to the hospital and inform the others." The knight leader said.
The knight immediately helped the young jailer to the stairs. After a moment, four or five young jailers came down from the stairs. They looked at Dean who was pressed to the ground by six knights. They didn't expect that the newly transferred little guy would have such great strength. So many knights were needed to subdue him.
"Take him to the cell. It's getting late. We have to go back." The knight leader said to them.
The young jailers looked at each other and immediately stepped forward. They found the chains and said to the six knights: "Everyone, help me lock the little devil to the chains."
The six knights couldn't help but look at the leader.
The leader glanced at the place that the young jailer said. There was a cross. He slightly frowned but nodded.
The six knights immediately locked Dean's hands, feet and head. They firmly locked him and moved him to the cross. His hands were fastened to the iron shackles on both sides of the cross. His chest was also locked with steel hoops. Dean's height was smaller than an adult so his feet were locked off the ground.
Dean struggled hard, but the six knights locked his hands and feet. They were skilled at the joints, so he couldn't exert his full strength. He could only watch helplessly as he was locked on the rack.
"Let's go." The knight leader seemed to know what was going to happen next. He frowned and turned to leave.
The other knights saw the jailers' appearance. There was a bit of disgust in their eyes. They followed him up the stairs. They only heard a light 'bang' sound as the small door was closed.
The five jailers looked at Dean's struggling appearance. One of them laughed: "Don't struggle, little devil. We will serve you well." They pulled up the whip on the wall. The whip was full of small sharp nails. They shook it in front of Dean's eyes as if showing off a delicious dish.
Dean struggled for a moment. He felt that the place where the cross was tied to was not showing any signs of loosening. He suddenly stopped struggling and used his strength to protect the surface of his body.
"I want to live!"
"Live!!"
He kept saying in his heart.
With a puff, the whip in the jailer's hand lashed out. The iron on the whip definitely scratched his body, and the sharp pain immediately made him clench his teeth.
"Scream, scream …" The jailer said excitedly as he whipped.
Dean lowered his head and clenched his teeth.
The other four jailers laughed.
"I like such a hard bone. Pay attention. Don't kill him."
"Let's pierce the nails first."
"Alright."
One of them took out two finger-long nails from the box under the torture cabinet. Behind the nails was a huge nail cap. The nails were covered with dust. He picked it up and blew it. Perhaps it was too long. There was a lot of rust on the nails. The man didn't care. He picked up a hammer from the cabinet and walked toward Dean.
"It's been a long time since someone came here. The nails are rusty." One of them picked up a nail and shook his head.
"Come on, hold him down." The youth with the hammer said.
The others immediately held Dean down. The youth with the hammer pointed the end of the nail at a few inches below Dean's shoulder blade. He lifted the hammer and slammed it behind the nail.
Puff! The sharp steel nail penetrated into Dean's flesh.
What is pain?
Dean, who had experienced many injuries outside the giant wall, almost fainted from the pain. It was as if his soul was trembling.
Bang!
The youth lifted the hammer and smashed it again.
Dean couldn't help but scream out loud.
Several jailers heard Dean's screams, and the smile on their faces became more and more intense. For a time, the whole torture room was filled with screams and the sound of the hammer.
After a moment, two nails were nailed a few inches below Dean's shoulder blades. In this severe pain, Dean was dying. He suddenly found that in the face of pain, he couldn't think of anything in his mind. He couldn't gather any thoughts. Sadness, disappointment, and so on were all gone. There was only the feeling of pain.
Several jailers obviously didn't stop there. They picked up the torture instruments on the table next to them and called them on Dean's body.
A few hours later, several people carried Dean, who was dripping with blood and had no strength like a corpse, to the side of the corridor leading to the underground. After entering the corridor, they came to the floor below the corridor.
The light here was dim. There were dim yellow oil lamps on the wall. The inside was extremely spacious. There was a steel cage as thick as an arm. There were figures sitting in the darkness.
"Hey, a newcomer?"
"Poor little guy, the smell of blood is so fragrant …"
"So small? Gee, look at this delicate skin and tender flesh. "
"Hey, my lord, send this little guy to our cell."
Excited voices came from the cages on both sides. Some people whistled.
Dean's consciousness was blurred, so he couldn't hear what they said. But when he passed by one of the cages, a voice came to the iron pillar next to the cage and smiled at him, "Welcome to our happy little family."
Then, Dean felt that he was thrown on a cold hard ground. His cheek was on the ground. A fishy smell came from the ground, as if someone had urinated here. He had always been a clean freak, so he instinctively wanted to raise his head. But if he moved his body a little, his whole body would be in unspeakable pain.
Behind him, there was a click sound of the cage being locked.
Several jailers laughed and left.
Dean was like a fish that had jumped ashore, gasping hard. Suddenly, he felt a big hand lift his collar, and then his whole body was light. In front of his blurred vision, there was a fat face with a blind eye and yellow teeth. The fat face grinned at him, "Little devil, you have committed a crime at such a young age, but you have been locked up here. You are amazing."
Dean gasped, "Put me down."
"What did you say? Speak louder." The fat face deliberately put his ear close to Dean's.
Dean gasped, but didn't speak again.
The fat face grinned, put Dean on the straw mat next to him, then stood up and untied his pants in front of Dean.
Dean reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at the lower part of the body exposed in front of him, and suddenly realized what the fat man wanted to do. His muddy brain suddenly sobered up, but his whole body was still in pain, especially the two steel nails on his shoulders. Moving his arms a little bit made him feel like dying.
The fat middle-aged man looked back and said, "When I finish enjoying, it will be your turn."
Dean gasped and stared at him, "If you dare to put this thing in my mouth, I promise you will lose it."
The fat middle-aged man's face was cold, "If you dare to bite, I will instantly smash your head."
Dean stared at him, "Believe me, when people are in pain, their first reaction is to clench their teeth!"
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