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This is a very beautiful woman.

Even with Hardy's critical eyes, the other party is a rare beauty.

The cool temperament paired with a long black skirt is like a dream coming out of the dark night.

Menmei is another word for succubus.

It shows how attractive this woman is.

She was almost the center of the entire party, but now...the center of the entire party has been Hardy.

The woman walked next to Lord Heaton and stared at Hardy with calm eyes.

Heaton put his arms around the other party's slender waist and introduced: "Lord Hardy of Louisian County, now the most powerful lord in France."

"You're flattered." Hardy smiled, and then said to Sif, "I'm glad to see such a beautiful lady."

Sif made a lady's bow, said nothing, and just stared at Hardy's face.

There is an unpleasant rancid smell and sour smell.

At this time, Heaton was a little jealous. His woman was staring at other men. What did this look like? He coughed lightly.

In the small cubicle, candles were lit.

Heaton was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly turned pale.

A tall stone tower is the entrance to the prison. After walking down for more than ten meters, you arrive at the real underground prison.

Soon, the two came out of the compartment.

This was Hardy's first reaction.

But the fact that his father is missing can be guaranteed.

Then Xif left slowly and slowly, even her steps seemed to be very charming.

Hardy said: "I have a relative who is missing. I have been looking for him for a long time. Only recently did I find out that he died in your prison. Do you know about this?"

His whole body was shaking.

There is a secret room next to the main hall, which is convenient for important people to talk about things or have affairs with women.

This is also the habit of many lords. The prisons contain felons, and they feel more at ease if they are placed in a place where they can control them.

"Sir Hardy, I really don't know about this. Did you make a mistake?"

It is said that... he was killed by members of the royal family, but it is not entirely certain that this news is true.

The only son in the family, he has a father, but he disappeared three years ago.

Heaton pinched his nose and almost cried.

Xif looked away, her gray-brown eyes extremely smart: "Then I'll go and entertain the other guests first."

"Don't you want to have some fun at the banquet?" Heaton pointed to a few pretty girls in the venue: "They are all local ladies. I believe they will be happy to chat with Mr. Hardy."

After that, he no longer took this woman to heart.

"Very important business."

Hardy had a straight face now. He didn't know why, but he felt a little scared.

Until now, Heaton is still imagining that Hardy's intelligence was wrong.

And now that Hardy says his missing relative died in his own prison cell, it's a wonder Heaton isn't frightened.

Seeing Hardy's serious expression, Heaton swallowed subconsciously, nodded quickly and said, "Then let's find a quiet place immediately."

"It's impossible..." Heaton almost cried.

Heaton nodded.

"I'm going to see your prison."

The prison is just behind the Lord's Mansion.

There are many extraordinary women around him, and none of them are worse than this Sif.

"Okay." Heaton's face was blue and he didn't dare to refuse.

In fact, all the lords of France know Hardy's basic information.

This woman is not simple.

Because he knew very well that once Hardy got angry, the little force he had on hand would not be able to stop the Nightmare Knight from taking revenge.

He had seen Hardy transform into the Nightmare Knight and kill everyone.

All these people fled at that time, and there was no one left here to face it with Heaton.

"Sir Hardy, I really don't know about this." Heaton is at least older than Ha, but now his legs are shaking: "I really don't know."

Among the densely packed iron fences, the unkempt prisoners looked at Hardy with almost glaring eyes.

Then he looked at Heaton: "Let's find a quiet place to talk about business, Sir Heaton."

The jailers stood in two rows, not daring to express their anger.

Then Heaton immediately dismissed the banquet. Although many people were puzzled, looking at Heaton's ugly face, the guests knew that something serious must have happened.

Someone was howling desperately, trying to attract Hardy's attention.

Some people watched quietly, with numb expressions.

With a crying face, Heaton made a gesture to the jailer next to him, and immediately someone whipped the screaming prisoners with a whip.

Every time the whip went down, there was a deep blood mark.

The beating made these people howl like ghosts and wolves, and it became even more noisy for a while.

But this situation did not last long. Those prisoners who were in severe pain from the whipping immediately did not dare to scream anymore, even if their bodies were in pain, they did not dare to scream.

Afraid of getting more beatings.

This underground prison is very large and seems to have two floors.

Hardy glanced at the surrounding jailers and said slowly: "About three years ago, a prisoner came here, accused of being a demon spy. He looks a lot like me... Is there such a person?"

Heaton clenched his fists and prayed hard to the goddess of light, hoping that Hardy's intelligence was wrong.

He hesitated to speak to a jailer.

Hardy sneered and said: "If you don't tell me, I will investigate slowly by myself. If I find out, all of you will die. Now tell me, I will consider leaving you a way to live."

He released his mental power at this moment, and murderous intent rolled out.

After hearing such murderous words, these jailers, like their lords, had their legs trembling.

There was a younger jailer who couldn't stand Hardy's strong mental oppression. He pointed to the stairs and shouted: "He is on the third floor, in the fourth iron cell on the right. After his death, no one collected his body, so he kept putting it there." There it is." Upon hearing this, Heaton sat down on the ground.

There was a large area of ​​wetness in the crotch area.

"It's over, it's over!"

Heaton muttered.

Hardy glanced at him, then stepped on the shadow on the ground.

Joanna got out of it.

"Naga Assassin!"

A jailer shouted.

At a glance, Hardy saw that the man was like a duck whose neck was pinched, and his quacking stopped abruptly.

Joanna quickly turned over the two daggers with her hands, and the light from the surrounding torches reflected waves of cold light.

"Joanna, look here, kill anyone who dares to run!"

Joanna nodded, looked around, and smiled happily.

Hardy just covered his nose and walked towards the stairs.

He quickly went down to the third floor.

It's darker and wetter here.

There were even drops of water dripping from the top of my head.

Hardy walked forward a dozen steps and then stopped in front of an iron fence.

Inside the fence, there was a white skeleton lying.

There were not even fragments of clothing around the bones. It seems that the owner of the bones was naked before his death.

When Hardy saw the bones, he knew that this was old Hardy.

Because in the innermost part of this cell, there is a vague soul, squatting in the corner. The traces are very, very faint, and it looks like it is about to disappear.

Hardy took out his long sword from his system backpack, swung it twice, broke the iron fence, and walked in.

He stood in front of the soul and slowly squatted down.

This soul has a face that is almost identical to Di's, but is more girlish and 'beautiful'.

As if sensing someone in front of him, the soul's head that had been hanging slowly raised.

His expression was numb, and his eyes were numb and devoid of any emotion.

Such a soul is not too far away from disappearing.

Even if it doesn't disappear, it's almost time to forget everything that happened in life.

But when he saw Hardy, his eyes gradually gained focus and spirituality.

Even his numb expression gradually turned into joy.

"Lawrence."

Hardy called his name.

The soul's eyes became more vivid. He stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the top of Hardy's head.

His face was full of tenderness and reassurance.

He was really happy to see his son alive and well.

But such violent mood swings also exhausted the last bit of old Hardy's soul power.

His body quickly became transparent and disappeared after just a few seconds.

But that gentle feeling still seems to linger in this small space.

After a long silence, Hardy sighed softly.

He took out a cloth robe from his system backpack, which was a piece of magic equipment.

Quite valuable.

But Hardy didn't care anymore. He tore open the cloth robe and turned it into a big piece of cloth, which he spread on the ground.

Then put Old Hardy's bones on the cloth bit by bit.

He didn't think the bones were dirty or smelly.

After packing up all the bones and confirming that nothing was missing, Hardy tied the cloth into a package and put it in the system backpack.

Then he walked back to the first floor of the underground prison.

Joanna's long snake tail was coiled in a circle, and her upper body was sitting on the snake's tail, looking very imposing.

The prison seats all around were kneeling.

Only Lord Heaton could stand aside, but his trousers were wet and looked ridiculous no matter what.

Seeing Hardy, Joanna immediately 'wandered' over to greet him and asked at the same time: "Have you found it?"

Hardy nodded, and then he looked at all the jailers with sharp eyes.

Finally, it fell on Heaton: "Your Excellency, you have to give me an explanation."

Heaton was already extremely frightened, but when he heard Hardy's cold question, he was so frightened that his legs weakened on the spot and he sat directly on the ground: "Sir Hardy, I really don't know what's going on."

Hardy frowned.

This Heaton is so cowardly, he probably wasn't the one who ordered Old Hardy to be arrested.

Then he looked at the jailer here: "You should know."

The lords were so frightened that they, the jailers, were naturally not much better.

But no one dared to speak.

Hardy sneered: "If you don't tell me, then kill them all!"

"Okay." Joanna knew that Hardy was intimidating these people. She showed a cold expression in cooperation, and then stretched out her long snake tongue and licked the blade: "I am best at torturing people. We, the Naga tribe, have a technique that can guarantee that we will cut the opponent with a thousand cuts before the opponent dies. "

The jailer was so frightened that he almost cried.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the mental pressure and shouted: "It was sent here by the lord's wife's cronies!"

Hardy turned his head sharply and stared at Heaton. (End of chapter)