Samir stared quietly at the torch at his feet and the flames trembling on the ground.

"I have fulfilled my promise and given you the opportunity to face the shadow of the past." Ricky looked back at the five cells in front of him and looked at the seven former royal guards coldly: "But the problem is, Samuel,

Is this really the 'reunion' you expected?"

Samir's chest began to rise and fall.

The firelight was reflected in his pupils, weak and dim, like the last light spot in the darkness.

His dark back was projected on the wall through the torches on the ground, dancing back and forth in an erratic way.

Ricky took a step forward and snorted coldly: "How about it? Is it full of flowers and excitement, beauty and hope, forgiveness and understanding?"

Listening to Ricky's razor-sharp questioning, Thales felt quite uncomfortable.

"Now, Samuel," Ricky said coldly:

"Do you understand it?"

Samir watched the flickering light of the fire in a daze, as if unaware.

"I can tell, you are not the Shadow Shield, man," Taldin in the prison sneered, "You sound like a brainwashed cultist."

Cultist?

Ricky was stunned for a moment, then smiled unexpectedly.

He did not respond to Tardin's sarcasm, but continued to look at Samuel.

"The past is gone, and yesterday cannot be repaired. 'Everything is like yesterday' is just an illusion, a kind of escape, because you can never go back to the past, whether it is the people or things in the past."

Ricky seemed to have a profound meaning: "Many times, you can't find the answer if you go back to the starting point."

"Or, the answers you find will only make you more desperate."

The torch on the ground was still struggling, but it was getting darker and darker, and Samir's face became increasingly blurry.

Including that ugly brand.

"We can only create a new path and a new future," Ricky sighed:

"Only in order to transcend that bad past."

Samuel listened blankly to Ricky's words, and the flames in his pupils became smaller and darker.

"But this is our life."

Ricky raised his head and looked at the stone pillar in the center of the hall, looking at the emblem with the same eyes, his eyes slightly blank.

"You can save nothing but yourself."

"You can't control anything except the future."

The next second, the torch at Samir's feet finally went out.

Leave Samir's motionless face and pupils, as well as his confused and painful expression, in the deep darkness.

No longer seen.

"You are dressed like mercenaries," Naki sighed, brightening a simple light in their cell, "but no mercenary has the courage and means to break into the dark cell all the way - Blade

Did something big happen to Camp Ya, so we relaxed enough to let you weirdos sneak in?"

Ricky snorted slightly and didn't answer.

The keen little Barney quickly reacted:

"Why, there's another war up there, so the main force is not here? Who is it this time, the eight tribes of the orcs or the three tribes of the Barren Bones? Or is it the Northlanders, or even a civil war?"

No one answered them.

A few seconds later, the figure belonging to Samir slowly lowered in the darkness, and the sound of a torch being picked up sounded in the air.

With a pop, the extinguished torch was lit again, causing the prisoners to shrink again.

Samir's figure reappeared in the firelight.

It's like returning from the dark hell to the bright world.

"Little Barney," Samuel's voice sounded faintly:

"You know, when you entered the royal guard, many people were saying that you just got in because of your father's relationship."

These words floated out into the air, causing a slight silence in the hall.

Little Barney was startled for a moment, then took a deep breath: "You..."

But Samir suddenly raised his head and said forcefully and briefly: "And I am one of those people."

Little Barney was stunned.

He suddenly noticed that at this moment, Samir no longer had the painful and regretful expression.

Instead, there was coldness and determination.

Even the mark on his face seemed much sharper.

"It seems today that what they said was right, Barney," Samir held up the torch, tutted and shook his head with a cold look:

"You haven't inherited any of Big Barney's qualities."

"The old captain gave up on you and chose Belletti to inherit the position of punishment officer. It is really wise."

Little Barney frowned slightly, while Belletti opposite him turned his head.

"Because after many years of imprisonment, you are still a fool," Samir said softly. The confusion and pain had faded away, and he was like a cold rock, making people feel more stressed: "You can't see things clearly, and you can't see people clearly."

"A madman who has lost his heart."

The guards and prisoners in the prison were all startled.

Ricky looked at Samir like this and smiled silently.

"It's ridiculous," Little Barney took a deep breath, resentment and anger building up again:

"These words actually came from the mouth of a traitor."

But he soon realized that the subject of the conversation had changed.

A second later, Samuel spit out a number coldly: "Thirty-seven."

Little Barney was so stunned:

"What?"

Samir waved the torch, letting the flames burn more fully, illuminating the neat skeletons in the cell: "You said that in eighteen years, you gave a speech for the deaths of thirty-seven guard brothers."

The prisoners frowned.

Samir's face was expressionless: "Back then, there were forty-six people sentenced to the Prison of Bones."

Little Barney's face suddenly tightened!

"Thirty-seven people have unfortunately lost their lives in these years. Seven of you have survived until now. Including me, there are only forty-five." Samir said without any emotion, as if he was telling someone else's story:

"There's still one person missing."

Behind him, Clay and Ricky both laughed.

Thales' eyebrows jumped.

Samir took a step forward, getting closer and closer to Barney.

"It's him, right?"

"He's not here."

Samuel looked at Barney coldly: "I didn't see his name on the sign."

"You came in with him, where is he?"

he?

Thales's heart slowly lifted.

There is another person...who is it?

The hall fell into unprecedented silence.

The prisoners' breathing became increasingly rapid.

"I understand."

Little Barney stared at Samir unkindly.

"You are not here to rescue us, nor are you here to see an old friend, are you, coward, traitor," he gritted his teeth: "As for those people outside..."

But Samuel stretched out his arm, and the torch passed through the gap in the fence and pointed directly at Little Barney!

"Where is he?" Samir asked coldly.

"Bah." Little Barney looked at the flames that were almost burning in front of his eyes, and he groaned angrily.

Samir snorted coldly and turned to the other side.
To be continued...