"no difference."

After saying this, Sak'el's expression froze again.

The four people in the hall were silent for a moment in this particularly strange conversation.

This doesn't make sense.

He has gone crazy.

This was the look that Samuel shook his head and gave Ricky.

But the leader of the Sword of Disaster ignored it. On the contrary, he listened to the conversation with great interest.

"Yeah, they're all the same," Thales forced a smile:

"So, 'he' is...talking to you?"

Sak'el's face turned a little sad.

"Yes, he was just like usual, chatting, smiling, and even giving me orders," Sak'el seemed to be distracted, staring at the corner he just pointed at:

"But I know, I know, sometimes he is true, and at that time I am very happy."

The next moment, Sak'el's cheek muscles tensed up and he gritted his teeth, as if he had seen something evil:

"But I also know that sometimes he is pretending to be something else, just to seduce the weakness and darkness deep in my heart and break me."

Thales' eyebrows moved:

"Something else?"

Seeing this, Samir sighed and whispered in Ricky's ear:

"Another meaningless nonsense."

But Ricky obviously didn't care: "As long as he can talk."

Sak'el ignored the whispers of the other two people and focused on the conversation with Thales:

"Yes, those things that want to harm you."

The long-faced middle-aged man stared into the empty void, his words full of emotion: "You know, he is very good, but those things are very cunning. It was difficult for me to tell the difference between them at first."

Sak'el was talking in a daze.

He seemed to be talking to himself.

"They will all tell me about the past, the training when they were young, the selection when they grew up, duty in the Fuxing Palace, missions to the North, expeditions to the desert, south to the Blade Territory, and of course there are people, including father, mother, brother, and sister.

, Your Majesty, Your Highness, the old captain, Big Barney, the old smoker, Glover, and of course her, and then..."

Having said this, Sak'el trembled slightly.

Thales looked at him intently and encouraged him to continue speaking.

"Those things are especially hateful. They like to whisper when I sleep," Sak'el seemed to have returned to his previous state. He gritted his teeth and looked hideous:

"Then they showed me something else."

"Trying to break me."

He stared at the dagger in his hand with a cold expression.

"What is it?" Thales said softly, as if guiding a child to learn:

"What did they show you, Sak'el?"

Sak'el suddenly raised his head and gritted his teeth like a wild animal.

He stared straight ahead with red eyes, as if there was his mortal enemy there.

"Sometimes, it's rotten skin that can be seen with open eyes, like maggots and flies..."

Sak'el's words had a chilling aura, and he trembled slightly along with his body: "It's obviously rotten beyond recognition, but it's still moving, but I can just know that those are the guards and belong to everyone.

Face, emerging from the darkness, suddenly appears in front of your eyes..."

Samir looked at him with regret and shook his head in a low voice:

"He's really crazy."

Ricky ignored him.

"Sometimes, there are countless heads stuck on spear points, which fill every corner of the cell, leaving me with no place to stay. I can only stand against the wall even when sleeping."

Thales listened silently, his eyes pitiful.

"Those heads have all been dead for a long time, but they can still talk. They like to open their eyes suddenly and make noises when I squeeze through them to get food. Some of them will try to bite me," Sak'el squeezed his hands tightly.

dagger, his left hand covering his shoulder, as if the monster he said had bitten him there:

"I have to say, the head that looks like Prince Bank is quite similar. His words kept me awake for several days."

Sacher let out a half-smile.

He stared at Thales fearfully.

"Even one day, I woke up and saw hanging corpses all over the ceiling. They were all rolling their eyes and sticking out their tongues, but they seemed to be looking down at me..." Sak'el pointed to the top of his head and breathed.

Becoming more and more urgent:

"They were shaking back and forth on my head, twitching slowly, and sometimes the feet and robes of the dead would brush against my hair. This would probably last for three whole meals."

He said quietly.

Samir couldn't help but speak.

"But you don't even have light here!"

The flag officer looked at the former top guard of the guard sadly: "Be clear, Sak'el, there is nothing in the cell, it's just an illusion of your own imagination! We are here to save you!"

Sak'el sneered and looked at Thales again.

"Sometimes, they don't let me see anything at all, leaving only the sound in the darkness."

He said coldly.

Thales forced a smile: "Voice?"

Sak'el nodded, his face dull:

"Baby cry."

"It's like a baby crying in the endless darkness, over and over again."

"Cycling back and forth, back and forth, left and right, sometimes close to the ear, even if the ears are plugged, it is clear, sometimes it is subtle, and you can only smell it if you concentrate on it. Sometimes it is miserable and tragic, sometimes it is full of malice, and sometimes it changes.

Into a weird baby laugh.”

Sak'el sat down against the wall, curled up and looking absent-minded.

Thales swayed slightly and tried his best to maintain his emotions.

"That must be hard."

He said with difficulty: "We live in... a different world."

Sak'el's expression became a little indifferent and numb.

"A different world..."

"In the beginning, yes, I could only tell me over and over again: this is a test. Later, I got used to it..."

He raised his head and said dreamily: "You know, the good thing about this is that whether it is him or those things...at least when they appear, I can hear his voice."

"Whether it's true or not, that was his voice before he died, his laughter, his words, his commands."

Sak'el pressed the hilt of the dagger to his forehead.

"Let me comfort myself in eternal purgatory."

Thales was a little sad. He took a deep breath and asked:

"who?"

"Whose voice?"

This question attracted the attention of the other two people.

Sacher was in a daze for a moment.

"Of course it's him," the former royal guard guard showed a sad but gratified smile:

"The former Crown Prince."

Samir shook slightly.

Thales was also slightly startled.

"What I see, who talks to me, who smiles at me, who tests me, who tortures me, who comes to visit me all the time, is the person he was before his death."

I saw Sak'el hugging himself tighter and said in a trembling voice:

"The eldest son of the king, Midir Shining Star."
To be continued...