Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 130 The appearance of the dungeon

Mary followed Fred step by step. They came out of the palace, turned around, and walked towards a path.

Then they walked deeper and deeper, with fewer and fewer people around them, until there was no trace of a third person except them.

But Fred kept walking.

"Your Highness..." Mary was a little scared. She didn't want to go any further. Originally, she thought that even if her father was banned from the royal family, he should be under house arrest in a room used by the royal family for entertaining guests. However, the place was desolate, with only one in front of him.

The stone house looked small and cramped, and it didn't even have a window. She couldn't imagine that her father would be in that kind of place.

But it didn't mean that she didn't have to face it if she didn't want to. Fred stopped in front of that simple stone house that didn't look like a place for human beings.

He pushed open the door of the stone house. The moment he opened the door, Mary's whole heart lifted up. She was afraid of seeing her father inside.

To her relief, there were two soldiers wearing palace guard uniforms in the stone house, and her father was not inside.

There was a table and a few chairs simply placed in the stone house. There were no other furnishings. Since there was only one skylight, the house was very dark. Just standing at the door made people feel eerie.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Seeing Fred, the two soldiers saluted him with a "swish".

Fred made a gesture: "Open the door."

Door? Where was the door? She didn't see any door except the one through which they came in.

"Yes!" But the two soldiers deserved it very simply.

The two soldiers walked to a wall. There was a huge winch on the wall. The winch was connected to a thick iron chain, and the other end of the chain was connected to the ground.

The two looked at each other, held the winch, lowered their weight at the same time, and shouted: "Drink--"

The winch rotated slowly, making a harsh friction sound. As the winch rotated, the iron chain first straightened, and then pulled the ground, opening a gate.

Mary covered her mouth and suppressed the exclamation that reached her lips.

At this moment, she would rather her father be locked in this stone room, which at least has a door and a skylight, but be locked underground, dark and humid, with no air circulation.

The underground door was completely opened. The two soldiers were panting from exhaustion and sweating profusely. This showed the weight of the underground door. It was probably made very thick to prevent someone from using magic to blow the door open.

"Go down." Fred said calmly.

Mary shook her head and backed away: "No, no, I don't want to go in!"

The dark door seemed like a big open mouth, ready to swallow everyone who walked in. Mary panicked and stepped on her skirt when she stepped back. She stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Fred looked at Mary condescendingly, seeing that she had lost the etiquette she was proud of in the past and looked ridiculous.

Mary is nothing more than a paper tiger after all.

At this point, Fred didn't bother to waste any more words to persuade her, and directly gave the order to the two soldiers: "Take her down!"

The two soldiers obeyed the order, grabbed Mary's arms, and carried her into the underground gate without any explanation.

The dungeon was divided into small cells one after another, and each cell was occupied by people. The walls were illuminated by oil lamps, but the area that could be illuminated was limited, so Fred took down an oil lamp from the wall.

When the imprisoned prisoners heard the noise, they just raised their eyelids and glanced at it casually. Someone came to the dungeon every half an hour to inspect it. From the initial excitement to the numbness later.

But after seeing clearly who was coming, the man who was lying motionless on the ground jumped up in an instant, rushed to the door, grabbed the fence and looked excited: "Your Highness! It's Your Highness!"

The hoarse voice spread to the depths of the dungeon, like an infectious disease. Everyone went crazy after hearing the word "Your Highness," like a trapped animal injected with drugs, desperate for madness.

Mary was so frightened by this situation that her legs weakened. One or two of them had disheveled hair and dirty faces. She couldn't even tell who they were, and she just thought that this person was crazy.

Amidst the howls of ghosts and wolves, Fred stood still and led Mary deeper into the dungeon, stopping in the deepest room of the dungeon.

The one lying limp on the ground, looking like a dead pig, was Beard.

"Father!" Mary whined, her legs could no longer support her, and she knelt in front of the cell, trembling all over.

She no longer cared about her dignity, and shouted at Fred with red eyes: "May I ask, Your Highness, what did my father do wrong that you want to do this to him?"

Fred looked at her coldly: "You really don't know why?"

If Fred told her in a complaining tone what mistake Beard had made, Mary would still have the courage to refute Fred's statement, but when Fred used such a rhetorical tone, her aura instantly weakened and she struggled to remember.

What exactly was it about her father that offended Fred?

In fact, Fred did not torture Beard. People like Beard only gave him a little intimidation, and he told everything like pouring beans.

But even so, just telling Beard that what he will face is hanging is enough to make him sleepless and sleepless. In addition, the prison food is not very good, and he is now tired and hungry, and he can't even move.

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When Beard heard Mary's voice, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, raised his arms tremblingly, and stretched out desperately in Mary's direction.

Mary looked distressed, and she banged the door hard: "Open the door, I'll let you open the door!"

The key is in the hands of the soldiers, and they naturally dare not act without Fred's order.

Fred waved his hand, and the soldier understood. He stepped forward and opened the cell door, and Mary rushed in immediately.

"Father! Father!" Mary held Beard's hand and called him in a panic. She had no experience in taking care of people and was at a loss what to do.

She wanted to lift Beard up, but Beard had grown up over the years and his weight was quite considerable. Mary tried several times, but she was knocked down quite hard.

Beard shook his head slowly and rejected Mary's kindness. He suspected that he would die at the hands of his daughter before going to the gallows.

He motioned to Mary to come over and said with difficulty: "You must plead with His Highness, no matter what method you use..."

Mary nodded with tears in her eyes: "I know, father, if you wait, I will definitely rescue you."

"That's enough, it's time to go." Fred's ruthless voice sounded. He asked Mary to see Beard, but he just wanted to give her one last meeting. He didn't plan to give her much time to explain her funeral affairs.

Mary didn't want to leave, but Beard had a clearer mind at this time. He knew that he must not offend Fred at this time. He urged Mary to obey, but Mary had to turn around and follow Fred away with tears.

(End of chapter)