Chapter 449
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It didn't take long for Dean to see a towering stone fortress standing at the end of the official road. The fortress was about 50 meters high. The outer wall of the fortress was like the back of a hedgehog, full of sharp stone thorns. Some of the stone thorns were stained with dried blood, and the dried corpses of the monsters were hanging on it.
"The scope of the fortress seems to be very long." Dudian said.
Francis laughed: "It's not very long. The fortress encircles the entire central area. It's the first line of defense. The actual length is as long as one side of the giant wall."
Dudian frowned: "There are many masters in the inner wall. Why do we need the fortress to defend against the beasts in the wilderness?"
Francis shrugged: "It's always safer to live inside the wall than outside the wall."
"But the view is blocked inside the wall. How can we see the vast scenery outside the wall?"
Francis laughed, "this is just a piece of wild grass, there is no scenery to speak of. Let's not see it."
Dudian indifferently said: "What you see is desolation. I see freedom."
Francis shrugged and rode the Snow Lion to the front of the Stone Wall Fortress. The soldiers stationed at the gate opened the gate of the fortress when they saw Francis's outfit and mount, and they respectfully welcomed him on both sides.
The group of people entered the stone wall fortress. There were several barracks and villages in the suburbs.
Dudian said: "I didn't expect that there would be such a desolate village in the central area."
Francis smiled: "Mr. Dean, we don't have the concept of 'village' in the inner wall. The people who live here are the wives and children of the soldiers who are stationed in the fortress. The soldiers couldn't go home for a long time so they moved their wives and children to live near the fortress. Their wives and children can work here and take care of each other."
Dudian's eyes lit up but didn't speak.
The group sped along the main road and left the vicinity of the fortress in the blink of an eye. They ran along the main road through the rolling mountains. After more than half an hour, they arrived in front of a towering mountain. They saw the outline of a town on the hillside and at the foot of the mountain. They could faintly hear the bustling sounds of people.
"This is the Mount St. Paul branch of our abbey. Mr. Dean, we're almost there," Francis said loudly in the front.
Dean silently observed. A town stood against the mountains. The buildings were scattered and the scenery was beautiful. Francis didn't take Dean into the town. Instead, they walked along the mountain road to the top of the mountain. They passed through a stone gate. Two young men wearing standard armor were standing guard at the gate.
Seeing Francis and the others, the two immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Lord Saint."
Francis nodded slightly. After entering the mountain gate, they continued to go up the mountain path. After a while, he brought Dean to a vast square on the top of the mountain. He jumped off the back of the snow lion and walked into the square.
The same was true for the other five saints. Dean also got off the snow lion and followed behind.
At the end of the snow-white square was a magnificent monastery building. The style was similar to that of a Western monastery. It was completely different from the simple and unadorned Buddhist monasteries. In front of the monastery were two statues of angels.
"This is our main monastery. There is also a small monastery and a reserve monastery on the mountainside." Francis introduced to Dean with a smile.
Dudian was surprised. The 'monastery' institution originated from Christianity. It was roughly divided into a small monastery, a small monastery and a big monastery. He didn't expect that the same setting would be used here. Could it be that the monastery was passed down from the old era? Otherwise, why were the names exactly the same as the old era?
When Francis came to the top of the steps, the dawn light fell on the entrance of the hall. It could be seen that the location of the construction of the monastery was extremely exquisite.
"Come with me." Francis took Dean to enter through the side door. The light inside was dim. There was a long passage behind the side door. After walking for more than ten meters, there were several forks. Francis picked a path and walked down it. The further he walked, the darker the light became. On both sides, there were still long corridors that looked like secret tunnels. After walking for a few minutes, he came across a few more crossroads. He picked one of them and continued walking.
It didn't take long for a spiral staircase to appear in front of the secret corridor. It was still a maze of secret corridors.
"Is the interior of your monastery like this?" Dean asked. He didn't directly ask where this place was. He didn't want Francis to be too lazy to tell him.
Francis indifferently smiled: "The Great Monastery contains the universe. How can you imagine it? It's a blasphemy against the gods if you enter the main hall of the Great Monastery with your identity. Now I'm going to take you to the interrogation room. Oh, there is another name for the interrogation room. It's called 'Shura Hell'. Have a good taste of it! "
Dean frowned.
They continued to walk down the secret corridor. After seven or eight spiral staircases, Dean felt that he was hundreds of meters below the square. He continued to walk for a while. Suddenly he heard faint voices coming from the front of the secret corridor. The voices became clearer as they got closer. It turned out to be a series of screams.
They came to the bottom of the secret corridor. Clear screams came from outside.
Francis turned the mechanism and the iron door fell down. There was a prison torture room inside. But it was much bigger than the average prison torture room. There were all kinds of torture tools hanging on the wall. There were hooks, iron brushes, hammers, whips and so on. There were also some human skin attached to the hair. There were seven or eight glass jars on the counter. There were human heads, tongues, hearts and other organs soaked in them.
Anyone who came to such a place would be scared to the point that their legs would go soft. The surrounding furnishings and the sputtering blood on the wall would remind people of the atrocities that had happened here.
Dean frowned as he looked at the room.
Francis looked back at Dean. He saw that Dean's expression was calm. He chuckled: "Mr Dean seems to have seen great winds and waves."
Dean indifferently said: "I advise you not to torture me without conclusive evidence."
"I thought you weren't afraid." Francis laughed.
Dean indifferently looked at him: "I just don't want to be touched by idiots."
Francis chuckled and shrugged, "I hope you can keep this attitude. By the way, I'm not the one interrogating you, it's the elder of the justice department of the Abbey of Mount St. Paul." Francis said to a strong man who was beating the prisoner, "Come here and open the door."
The muscular man was fat and had a round belly. He took off his shirt, revealing his white fat. He wore a black plastic mask and looked like a butcher in the market. He turned around and took a bunch of keys from the shelf and opened an iron door. The iron door was dirty and stained with blood and dust. No wonder Francis asked him to open the door.
Dean looked at the prisoner who was being beaten. The latter's hair was disheveled. There were burns and whip marks on his body. Only half of his fingers and toes were left. It was obvious that he had suffered inhuman torture.
The door opened and there was a passage inside.
Francis led Dean into the passage. They walked for a while and came to several forks. One of the passages was much wider than the others. The oil lamps on the wall were brand new. The damp ground was covered with a layer of carpet.
There was a thick wooden door in the middle of the passage. It was painted with scarlet paint. It was a bit cold.
Francis knocked on the door: "Francis requests to see you."
After a moment an old voice echoed from the room: "Come in."
Francis pushed the door open and saw the scene inside. He immediately stopped the door before it was fully opened. He turned around and said to the five saints behind him, "You guys go back first. Wait for me outside."
The five saints were startled but didn't doubt his order. They nodded and went back.
Dean's x-ray vision had already seen that there were two human silhouettes in the room. A realistic picture emerged in his mind but it wasn't a good picture. However, he was surprised to see Francis's action. He looked at the back of the saint's captain and followed in.
"Elder." Francis respectfully bowed as he entered the room.
Dean saw the scene inside the room. The floor was covered with a soft carpet. The room was extremely spacious and decorated with many works of art. There were some white skeletons in the middle of these works of art. At the moment there was a big bed in the room. An old man in his seventies was leaning on the bedside. He was holding a voluptuous and graceful figure in his arms.
Dean's face slightly changed.
Is this the Elder of the Monastery's Punishment Department?
"Is this the genius Dean?" The old man on the bed stretched out his hand and took the glasses from the woman who was acting like a spoiled kitten in his arms. He put them on and looked at Dean.
Francis respectfully lowered his head and looked straight at his toes. He answered in a respectful tone, "Yes."
Dean was also looking at the old man. He felt a sense of majesty as his eyes collided with the old man's. Although the old man was lying on the bed, his eyes were extremely deep like a bottomless quagmire. It was as if a giant was overlooking him and could see through all the secrets in his heart.
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