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Chapter 130 The Appearance of the Dungeon

Mary followed Fred step by step. They came out of the palace, turned around and walked towards a small road.

Then they went deeper and deeper, and there were fewer and fewer people around them, until there was no trace of a third person except them.

But Fred kept going.

"Your Highness..." Mary was a little scared. She didn't want to go any further. At first, she thought that even if her father was banned by the royal family, he should be placed under house arrest in a room used by the royal family to entertain guests. The stone house looked cramped, not to mention that it didn't even have a single window. She couldn't imagine that her father would be in that kind of place.

But it wasn't that she didn't have to face it if she didn't want to. Fred just stopped in front of the simple and uninhabited stone house.

He pushed open the door of the stone house, and the moment he opened the door Mary's whole heart went up, she was afraid to see her father inside.

To her relief, there were two soldiers in the uniform of the palace guards in the stone house, and her father was not inside.

A table and a few chairs are simply placed in the stone house, and there are no other decorations. Because there is only one skylight, the room is very dark, and just standing at the door makes people feel gloomy.

"His Royal Highness!" Seeing Fred, the two soldiers saluted him with a "swish".

Fred made a gesture: "Open the door."

Door?Where is the door?She saw no door but the one through which they had entered.

"Yes!" But the two soldiers deserved it very simply.

The two soldiers came to a wall where there was a huge winch attached to a thick chain that was attached to the ground.

The two looked at each other, held the winch, and at the same time sank their center of gravity, and shouted: "Drink——"

The winch rotated slowly, making an ear-piercing friction sound of "cracking". As the winch rotated, the iron chain stretched first, then pulled the ground, and opened a gate.

Mary covered her mouth, and firmly suppressed the exclamation that reached her mouth.

At this moment, she would rather her father be locked in this stone room, with at least one door and a skylight, but locked underground, dark and damp, with no ventilation.

The ground door was completely pulled open, and the two soldiers were already panting and sweating profusely. It can be seen that the weight of the ground door was deliberately made very thick to prevent someone from using magic to blow the door open.

"Go on." Fred said lightly.

Mary shook her head and backed away: "No, no, I don't want to go in!"

The pitch-black door seemed to be a big mouth wide open, ready to devour everyone who walked in. Mary panicked and stepped on her skirt when she stepped back, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Fred looked down at Mary, watching her lose the manners she was so proud of in the past and look ridiculous.

Mary is nothing more than a paper tiger after all.

At this point, Fred didn't bother to waste any more words, persuaded her with nice words, and directly ordered the two soldiers: "Take her down!"

The two soldiers obeyed the order, grabbed Mary's arm, and carried her into the ground door without any explanation.

The dungeon was divided into small cells one after another, and each cell was occupied by people. The walls were illuminated by oil lamps, but the area that could be illuminated was limited, so Fred took an oil lamp from the wall.

When the prisoner heard the movement, he just casually raised his eyelids and glanced at it. Every half an hour, someone came to patrol the dungeon, from the initial excitement to the later numbness.

But after seeing clearly who the person came, the person who was paralyzed on the ground jumped up in an instant, rushed to the door, grabbed the fence with an excited expression: "Your Highness! It's Your Highness!"

The hoarse voice spread to the depths of the dungeon, like an infectious disease. Everyone went crazy after hearing the word "His Royal Highness", like a trapped animal that had been injected with drugs, desperately going crazy.

Mary was so frightened by this situation that her legs were weak. One or two had disheveled hair and dirty faces. She couldn't even tell who it was, she just thought that this person was crazy.

Amid the howling ghosts and howling wolves, Fred remained motionless, leading Mary to continue walking deep into the dungeon, and stopped in the deepest room of the dungeon.

That limp on the ground, shaped like a dead pig, was Peter.

"Father!" Mary wailed, her legs could no longer support her, and she knelt in front of the cell, trembling all over.

She no longer cared about dignity, and shouted at Fred with red eyes: "Dare to ask Your Highness, what did my father do wrong, and you want to treat him like this?"

Fred looked at her coldly: "You really don't know why?"

If Fred told her what Peter had done wrong in a declarative tone, Mary would still have the courage to refute Fred's statement, but when Fred used such a rhetorical tone, her aura instantly weakened, and she desperately recalled what happened. What was it about her father that offended Fred.

In fact, Fred did not torture Beard. For a person like Beard, he only threatened him a little, and he said everything like peas.

But even so, just telling Beard that he is going to be hanged is enough to make him sleepless. In addition, the food in prison is not going to be much better. He is now tired and hungry, and he can't even move. pneumatic.

Beard heard Mary's voice, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, raised his arm tremblingly, and stretched desperately towards Mary.

Mary looked distressed, and she patted the door hard: "Open the door, I let you open the door!"

The key was in the hands of the soldiers, and they naturally dared not act without Fred's order.

Fred waved his hand, the soldier understood, stepped forward and opened the cell door, and Mary rushed in immediately.

"Father! Father!" Mary held Beard's hand and shouted to him in a panic. She didn't have any experience in taking care of people, and she was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

She wanted to lift Beard up, but Beard had been raised and respected all these years, so the weight was quite considerable. Mary tried a few times, but he fell hard enough.

Beard shook his head slowly and rejected Mary's offer. He suspected that he would die at the hands of his daughter before going to the gallows.

He motioned for Mary to come over, and said with difficulty: "You must plead with His Highness, no matter what method you use..."

Mary nodded with tears in her eyes: "I know, father, you wait, I will definitely rescue you."

"That's enough, it's time to go." Fred's ruthless voice sounded. He asked Mary to see Beard, but it was just to meet her for the last time, and he didn't intend to give her a lot of time to explain her funeral.

Mary didn't want to leave, but Peter was clearer at this moment, he knew that he must not offend Fred at this time, he urged Mary to be obedient, Mary had no choice but to follow Fred away with tears in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)