Norbu shook his head:

"They are just immersed in the past and can't extricate themselves."

Raphael looked at him more and more unkindly.

Steeped in the past.

Thales's face darkened, and what came to his mind was the magical journey called the Black Path in the mountains of Longxiao City.

Norbu lamented:

"I still remember Lord Hansen telling everyone: Being able to forget is the greatest happiness."

Raphael snorted:

"Why don't I remember when he said it?"

Nobu twitched his lips:

"Thirty years ago."

Thirty years.

Raphael fell silent for a moment.

Thales couldn't help but ask:

"So how old are you this year?"

Amid endless cries, Norbu nodded respectfully:

"Forty-two."

Thales curled his lips and said nothing.

They crossed an iron gate again, shutting out the howling behind them.

What appears in front of you are airtight cells with thick iron doors and locks. There is only a small gate on each door to communicate with the outside world.

Thales was stopped here.

"I knew you would come," a deep, deep voice came from behind a cell, and Thales seemed familiar:

"I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."

The prince frowned and turned back: a weathered face appeared at the gate.

"By the way, boy, the wine last night was really bad." This was a man with a sloppy but resolute face. He held the iron bars on the gate and stared at Thales:

"I'm still hungover."

Raphael and Norbu looked at each other, both wanting to speak but then stopping.

Thales was silent for a while, and then he hummed coldly:

"Of course it's not as good as the wine here."

"Lord Arend."

The prince moved on, leaving Val Arend behind.

Norbu followed closely.

"I said, he will be a big trouble," the imprisoned Guardian Duke of the North silently watched Thales' figure:

"He's older than you, little wild species."

Hearing this title, Raphael, who was last, stopped and looked at Val behind the iron gate with complex eyes.

"Eat more vegetables from now on, Your Majesty the Duke."

Raphael stared at him for a while, then slowly said:

"Don't just drink."

After saying this, the Barren Skeleton Man turned around and left.

"Wait a minute."

Raphael turned around.

Val pressed his elbow against the iron door and was silent for a few seconds before slowly handing a folded letter out of the gate.

Raphael frowned.

"You know she won't reply to your letter."

Val's eyes darkened.

"I know."

The Duke's eyes fell on Raphael's hands.

The latter subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

"But at least it will allow you to meet her, kid." Val said in a daze.

Raphael looked at him for a long time and finally sighed.

He walked to the gate, took the letter and put it away carefully:

"All right."

Val forced a smile.

"Thanks."

But the next second, the desolate skeleton man's expression returned to indifference:

"But we only use messenger crows."

After saying this, Raphael roughly pulled the gate open.

Shut Val's face behind the darkness.

Under the leadership of Nobu, Thales finally arrived at his destination: a spacious room.

"There was a little girl, beautiful and kind-hearted, but her fate was not good. She had no mother long ago..."

But before they entered the room, an unpleasant song came to their ears:

"An old pervert came and touched the bed while drunk. The girl rolled her eyes and there was broth on the stove..."

The song came from a man who sounded elated and interested.

"That's my subordinate," Norbu embarrassedly confessed to the prince:

"I asked him to step on the spot first."

Thales nodded, and they walked into the room with the man humming a song.

It's dark, humid and depressing here.

The first thing that comes into view is a variety of terrifying equipment:

The torture rack, the head breaker, the stretching wheel, the skinning bed, the stabbing chair, the blood cradle... these are just things that Thales could recognize - when he was a child, there was a similar place in the Black Gold Casino next to the Black Street - part of it,

As for those he couldn't name, there were even more gadgets and gadgets placed on many carts.

Thales's heart sank.

A figure of a fat man appeared in the center of the room, with his back to the door. He was bare-chested and wearing an apron, gloves and a hood. He was humming a song and shaking his shoulders while rhythmically arranging the various tools on the cart.

"Twist the eggs with the tongs, twist and turn them hard, the pervert screams in pain, the girl smiles and spins: Just treat it as a grilled skewer, wrap it around nine and a half times, press the tip of the knife with a stick, stir it in, peel it off and carve it.

Little funnel…”

Anke Bailar, the key criminal who trespassed on the royal banquet, was lying motionless on the couch in the center with his eyes closed, completely naked.

He had obviously lost consciousness, his limbs were bound and bruised, and only his lower body was covered with a thin blanket covered in blood.

Thales looked at the blood stains on the couch beneath him, and his heart tightened.

Perhaps it was the sound insulation effect of the hood, but the fat man who was humming didn't notice the movement behind him.

He held the hammer in one hand and the pliers in the other, twisted his butt and threw away his waist, danced crazily and sang selflessly:

"The pervert cried, girl, don't make trouble. You had a good temper last night, but you are so violent tonight? Girl, she smiled. You admit your mistake. I am an ogre. I didn't eat much tonight. I cooked it in the girl's pot. The broth tastes good.

?”

In the bloody, terrifying, dark and sinister torture chamber, this fat man swaying his fat and dancing passionately was so unique that Nobu had to cough heavily in embarrassment:

"Gomez."

The fat man didn't seem to hear him. He continued to swing his waist with his butt raised, and the hammer seductively lifted the buttocks facing the three of them.

Nobu had to turn up the volume:

"Gomez!"

With two clangs, the hammer and pliers both fell to the ground.

The fat man froze in place, maintaining the posture of stroking his buttocks, and the singing stopped.

The room became quiet.

The fat man named Gomez trembled and took off his hood, turned around stumblingly, and was the first to see Thales, and was startled:

"Wow!"

Gomez breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the sweat from his face after dancing:

"Where did you come from, little brat? Do you know it's wrong to be so scary..."

Norbu emerged from the darkness:

"Gomez."

"This is His Highness Thales."
To be continued...