"I am Immanu Sak'el, the glorious Ludorian! A noble descendant of the great empire who walks in the homeland of Chauvin! I come from a noble family of ancient knights who serve as the vanguard of Emperor Comorra!"

Thales stared intently at the opponent's madness and didn't even pay attention to what he shouted.

Immediately, Sak'el clenched his fists, a majestic force erupted from his muscles, and he hit the ground hard!

Boom!

Sak'el's appearance became more and more crazy, and his roars echoed in the hall, making both Samuel and Ricky change their expressions.

"I am the royal knight and honorary lord of the Kingdom of Stars! The executioner and watchman of the royal guard, the guardian of the throne, and the custodian of the royal treasury..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He punched his fists time and time again, his eyes seemed to contain anger that ordinary people could not bear.

"The world gives me the name of 'Punishment Knight' - I will punish sins severely and punish all misdeeds!"

Sak'el screamed in pain, and seemed a little tired after a while, but he only stopped beating the ground, then stood up and threw himself on the fence!

"Who are you! How dare you, how dare you meddle with my spirit and will!"

He gritted his teeth and stared at the empty dark void. His hands holding the railing couldn't help but tremble: "Ahhhhh - get out!"

"You think you can destroy me!"

The three people outside the cell looked at the prisoner's crazy scene in horror, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"I will definitely defeat you, defeat you, and destroy you - I will die with the enemy, no matter what!"

Sak'el's madness seemed to have reached its peak. He held the fence and roared hysterically.

Finally, the light smoke between the railing and the palm turned into a bright light.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, Sak'el, who looked like a madman, fell to the ground and remained motionless.

The hall returned to silence.

The three people outside the prison held their breath and did not come back to their senses for a long time.

"I thought, I thought little Barney and the others were serious enough," Samir turned around with difficulty: "But I didn't expect that even a strong warrior like Sak'el would turn into...become

…”

He couldn't speak any more.

Ricky snorted softly, looked at the cell with disdain, looked at the motionless figure on the ground, and completed what Samuel said:

"Become a madman."

silence.

Until a slightly childish voice broke the silence.

"Not crazy."

Ricky and Samir turned around in surprise and looked at Thales who spoke.

I saw the prince staring at the people in the cell intently at this moment, but there was a deep pain that came from nowhere in his eyes:

"He just... just lives in another world... a world different from ours."

Thales said hard.

Complicated feelings.

Ricky looked at the prince strangely.

"He was held in solitary confinement for eighteen years," Samir sighed:

"It's not his fault."

However, a few seconds later, a dull voice that none of them expected sounded again from the cell.

"If you lock up a coward for eighteen years, he will not become a brave man."

Compared with before, this male voice was more firm and thick.

"But you lock up a strong man for eighteen years and let him face his own heart," Sak'el got up from the ground again and held on to the wall with some difficulty:

"He will only get stronger."

The current prisoner, the former royal guard watchman, Sak'el turned a calm and indifferent face, but his eyes were extremely clear, and looked at them through the fence.

The three of them looked at Sak'el in surprise as he spoke again. Remembering the latter's performance just now, they stared at his figure with suspicion.

"He's...talking to us?" Ricky looked at the prisoner, then turned back and asked Samuel in disbelief.

But Samir just stared blankly at Sak'el in the cell and did not reply.

Sak'el snorted coldly and glanced at the three people outside the prison.

There is no hint of the madness just now.

Thales, who was caught by his gaze, felt nervous all over.

But the prince was not sure whether the prisoner at this moment was rational.

"Is it possible there are others?"

Sak'el's boring voice was a little deep, full of a nervous rhythm: "So...do I have a visitor today? It's really rare."

The three of them looked at each other and finally determined that the long-faced man was talking to them.

Samir looked at the prisoner's eyes and slowly showed shock:

"Sacher? Are you okay..."

"Don't worry about me, I'm awake now, but I haven't seen the light for too long," Sak'el frowned and patted the railing, then waved his palms, obviously feeling uncomfortable:

"This thing is quite useful."

"As for just now, it's just a process that must be gone through every day... Maybe it looks a little strange, but it's okay."

Indeed, Sak'el looked extremely normal at this moment.

It's a little too normal, a little... not like a person who has been imprisoned for eighteen years.

Ricky stared at him distrustfully and said sarcastically:

"Something weird? Are you sure?"

"It's just another journey," Sak'el responded to him coldly, and then looked at Thales in particular:

"As you said, child, another world, a different world."

His eyes were very dull, but they always made Thales subconsciously clench his fists and tighten his muscles.

This man...he in this state is the legendary...

Punishment Knight?

But Samir and Ricky still looked at each other worriedly.

"Still asking?"

Samir lowered his head and whispered: "He may not even recognize me. I'm not sure whether what he said in this state is..."

But Sak'el obviously heard their whispers.

The punishment knight laughed softly in the cell, and his shoulders against the wall shook slightly.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago?" Sak'el leaned against the wall and exhaled, squinting his eyes and observing his fingernails by the firelight, looking quite casual:

"Many times, you have to fight against yourself, and this enemy called 'self'... is very powerful."

He clenched his fists and turned to Samir with a thoughtful expression.

"But you just can't give up, Colin Samir."

"you can not."

Samir's expression changed slightly, as if he remembered something.

He took a breath and took a step forward, slightly excited.

"Sacher, you, you still recognize me?"

Sak'el twitched the corners of his mouth, unclenched his fist, and began to look at the nails on the other hand.

"I recognize everyone in the guard, and I also recognize the mark on your face." He picked up a tool that looked like a stone knife, and as if there was no one else around, he gently ground his index finger:

"As I said, I'm quite sober now - after all, the sounds of fighting coming from the upper floors are not common."

Ricky looked at his calm actions, his expression became more and more solemn.

Sak'el blew on his nail polished with a stone knife and looked at Samir from a distance.

"You just said, eighteen years, right?"

Samir's cheeks trembled.

Eighteen years.
To be continued...