Benson woke up from his coma, his nose was filled with the smell of mold and rot, and a damp feeling of unpleasantness spread all over him. Benson opened his one-eye and he was crowded with people.

"Where is this?" Benson touched the back of his head and asked the person next to him.

"Is your other eye blind? Where else can it be besides the dungeon?" said the person who was asked angrily.

"Hmph." Benson was not angry because he recognized that these people were all soldiers of the Flagless Brotherhood, and it was obvious that they were all prisoners of the nobles now.

Benson moved his body hard. The dungeon was wet and rotten. Although there were some hay, the hay had long become dirty, and even black human excrement was stained on it. Even if he wanted to drink water, he only had the stinky water in the dirty wooden barrel. The captives were not considered human at all.

"Is there a way to escape?" Benson leaned against the wall. The castle's dungeon is not as wide as in later film and television dramas. In fact, a real castle dungeon has a maximum of 1.6 meters from the top to the ground. The prisoner cannot stand up inside. He has been curled up in the dungeon for a long time. People with weak constitutions will get sick and die.

Benson was very frustrated after observing for a while. There was only one entrance and exit of the dungeon. The jailer firmly guarded the entrance. Even if he escaped, there was an iron gate. He had no way to escape without any hand.

"Cruff." At this moment, the sound of opening the door came from the stone steps. Benson hurriedly approached the iron railing and looked there. The long shadow was swinging in the swaying torches, and the sound of footsteps gradually came.

"Someone is here." The people in the dungeon were excited to come to the door. Now they are not warriors. The only hope for prisoners is to be released and stay away from this terrifying dungeon.

"Be careful, Jenny, these are all vicious rebels, and you don't have to be kind to them." The jailer's voice sounded, and it was obvious that someone came to deliver food to the prisoners.

"Please rest assured, it's just some food and communion cakes. The priest hopes to wash their souls through the communion cakes." Jenny, carrying the basket, said to the prison guard. She came to the dungeon with the basket. A smell of rancidness rushed into her nose, but Jenny just frowned slightly and she continued to walk.

"Their souls have rotted to their roots, only hell is suitable for them." The jailer curled his lips and mumbled. When Jenny walked to the dungeon, he immediately locked the closed iron door, and the iron key made a rustling sound.

"Please give me some food."

"I'm starving to death, is there anything to eat?"

"God! Please save me."

The prisoners stretched their hands out from between the fences, and they made a pleading sound, which echoed on the stone wall, as if in hell.

"Give you, you food, and the communion cake." Jenny quickly took out the food in the basket, just some fruit, barley bread and the communion cake. She kept putting the food on the begging hands.

"Thank you, may the Virgin bless you."

"Maria, you are truly the embodiment of the Virgin."

The prisoners said gratefully, they were hungry and thirsty, and some people drank the dirty water in the bucket and were diarrhea, and now they were able to get a little food, undoubtedly like rising from hell to heaven.

"Good, kindness." Benson hurriedly came over. When his one-eyed face appeared in the swaying dim fire, Jenny was not only not afraid, but instead came over. She deliberately handed over a big and red apple.

"Didn't you escape?" Jenny said to Benson in surprise.

"It's really unlucky. I originally wanted to kill the leading nobleman, but I didn't expect to be attacked by a despicable guy." Benson said angrily and regretfully.

"Then how can you get out now? No one can escape from this dungeon." Jenny said anxiously, and looked at other places from time to time. She couldn't let people know her relationship with Benson.

"My sister, please think of a way to steal the key?" Benson quickly said to Jenny in a low voice.

"Even if you steal the key, the guards outside will be enough to stop you, not to mention that Master Rudolph's soldiers have occupied the entire castle now, and you can't escape at all." Jenny said to her brother Benson.

"What the hell is going on?" Benson was a little puzzled. It was normal to say that there were soldiers in the castle, but why did his sister use the word "occupy".

"It was Mr. Rudolph who had a conflict with the Earl." Jenny smiled bitterly. She was actually not very clear about the whole situation, but Benson learned from Jenny's words that were very important, that is, the nobles in Schwartzburg had internal conflicts.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, maybe you can escape," Benson said to his sister Jenny.

"Brother, I will ask Mr. Rudolph. It should be no big problem to release a prisoner." Jenny had another idea, so she said to Benson.

"It's better to kill me than to ask for the nobles." But Benson shook his head. After staying in the Flagless Brotherhood for a long time, he also hated the nobles and refused to surrender.

"But if you stay here for a long time, you will definitely die." Jenny had a deep relationship with her brother Benson. She didn't want Benson to die in the dungeon of the castle.

"If you can find a way to cause a riot in the castle, it may leave the nobles with no time to take care of themselves and steal the keys to release us in the chaos." Benson said to Jenny.

"But, but." Jenny was a little embarrassed. She had experienced a difficult time with her brother. At that time, they were sleeping in the open and worried about the attacks of robbers and beasts. Now they finally had a stable job in the castle. Jenny cherished this job very much. If she followed Benson's order, if she was discovered, she would arrest her and even drive her out of the castle.

"Jenny, have you forgotten who was beaten when I was a child who protected you? My eye was blinded by the drunkard father to protect whom." Benson pointed to his eyes and said to Jenny.

"Woo, I, I understand." Jenny looked at her brother's one-eye. Their father was a leather maker and his mother died early. Their father had a bad habit, which was alcoholism. Whenever he returned home drunk, he would punch and kick the brother and sister. Benson would always protect his sister.

"The best way to remember is to use fire, remember." When Jenny carried the basket and left the dungeon like flying, Benson said quickly behind her, holding the railing of the iron fence and begging all his hopes on Jenny.

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Chapter completed!