Crown of Silence

Chapter 500 Father-level treatment

In prison.

Bang!

The dinner plate was thrown to the floor, the food spilled out, leaving an ugly stain on the wall.

"Is the Holy City going to let me eat this shit?"

In the cell, the white-haired young man looked contemptuous: "Call your supervisor! What did you do? You don't understand any rules!"

As he spoke, he impatiently raised his feet on the bed and glanced at the guard outside the cage without looking at him:

"What are you still doing? Go!"

As he spoke, people in the other cells couldn't help but start whistling.

The daily excitement is about to begin again!

Like!

The Marquis is causing trouble again!

In prison, the lack of entertainment is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Not to mention reading books and newspapers, the only daily entertainment was to have sex in the bathhouse, or to have sex after dropping the soap on the floor. Seeing someone making trouble, a group of bored prisoners suddenly became energetic.

Some people didn't mind the excitement and shouted:

"Yes, get out of here!"

"That's right! Call the warden to the Marquis!"

"Uncle Ye doesn't eat this kind of **** stuff!"

"well said!"

The expressions of the other guards became increasingly ugly. Even beating the iron fence with a stick did not suppress the vicious group of bastards. Instead, it provoked a round of yelling.

Several guards glanced at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the same person. The person looked at spat and cursed:

"Why is it me again?"

After muttering a few words, he turned and left.

Soon, a large number of guards rushed into the cell. The leader was a fat man wearing a monocle with a gloomy expression. He casually pointed at a few guys who yelled the most exaggeratedly, and then fierce guards rushed into the cell and arrested them. The prisoner was dragged out and beaten in front of everyone until his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and several bones were broken.

The noisy prison quickly returned to silence.

Ye Qingxuan's cell door was opened.

The fat man wearing a monocle tugged on his shoulder strap, walked into the prison, and looked at the romance selections. A hint of sinisterness flashed in his eyes, which was soon replaced by a forced and kind smile.

"Mr. Ye, what kind of trouble have you caused?"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan's appearance, then glanced at the dinner plate that was thrown into the corner, and immediately understood something: "Does it seem to be not to your taste?"

He smiled and said: "I'm afraid the people below are ignorant and didn't explain clearly. Your status is noble, and this is the special care of the warden, who hired a chef to arrange meals for you alone.

It is said that the olive oil in it is imported from Burgundy. I usually don't have such a good taste. "

"Don't compare me to a piece of shit like you."

Ye Qingxuan's expression was contemptuous, and his tone was not polite at all, "I am a noble Marquis! Look at what the hell you have done? Put a few slices of beef to make it a steak? Just cook two fish and treat it as seafood Soup? Where's the pre-dinner wine? Let me drink this watered-down product that costs more than ten yuan a bottle!

Can you serve something as greasy as grilled steak? Deliberately giving me indigestion! And what the hell is your bell pepper dragon fish? Just get some pepper and sprinkle it on the grilled fish? You are sending beggars away! "

After squirting mercilessly for ten minutes, after spraying this carefully prepared meal to the point where even a beggar would find it disgusting if it were left on the street, the fat man's face became increasingly ugly.

Ever since Ye Qingxuan was imprisoned here, he has never been at peace for a moment.

The originally well-organized prison environment was ruined by his rat droppings. This shit stirrer still stirs up trouble and rain every day. I don't know where the dog's temper comes from. He never looks at people seriously, and his words are very unpleasant. How unpleasant it is to hear, every sentence touches a painful place.

If he had been an ordinary prisoner, he would have been dragged into a small dark room and re-taught as a human being.

But this guy happened to have committed a serious crime and came in!

It is said that he was not a peaceful person in the Tower of Judgment. Within a few days after he was released from prison, he was involved in the assassination of the Pope and committed a heinous crime.

I don’t know how many people are watching this case now.

If that's all, forget it. There are so many ways to torture people in prison. These jailers can come up with dozens of them, but this bastard is a marquis!

And he is also the Marquis of the East!

The scheduled princes and nobles!

There are few people in the entire Holy City whose status is greater than his!

The nobleman of the Blood of Heaven, the future swordsman of Angel, the suspect suspected of assassinating the Pope, the spy of the Litong Revolutionary Army... Each of these identities is more troublesome than the last.

Logically speaking, this kind of felon shouldn't be locked up here at all.

It just so happened that the Tower of Judgment had just suffered a disaster a few days ago. The big shots above had lost their minds, so they threw him here casually, with no clear instructions, no clear words, just a piece of official document, and he was detained here. , ordered them to take good care of them.

What a care-taker!

No matter what!

The backstage of the warden here is just a viscount, and the title of that viscount was bought with money, right?

He didn't dare to be beaten or scolded, so he could only quickly clean up a clean cell and serve him with good food and drink every day, as if he was supporting a little ancestor.

The warden almost suffered from heart attacks several times in the past two days.

It’s like eight lifetimes of bad luck!

The warden will never come forward in this matter, and the only one who has been a doormat in the past two days is this fat deputy.

What a sin!

It turned out that he was so carefree when Ye Qingxuan didn't come! How could that group of prisoners dare to be so presumptuous in front of him? Since Ye Qingxuan took the lead, they have become increasingly difficult to control.

Now seeing Ye Qingxuan kicking his nose and face, the anger he had gradually accumulated over the past few days suddenly exploded.

"Mr. Ye, you are still guilty after all, so you'd better not go too far!"

The fat man paused for a moment, and his expression turned cold: "Otherwise..."

"What else can we do?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled.

He stood up, walked to the fat man, bent down condescendingly, and looked down at him.

"I'm going to commit a crime! I'm going to commit a crime, do you understand?"

He pointed at his face, his expression full of arrogance: "If something happens to me, can you bear the responsibility? Otherwise? Otherwise, what can you do to me?

Am I guilty? nonsense!

Otherwise, in normal times, do you, a dog like you, have the right to stand in front of me? "

The fat man was so angry that he was about to have a stroke.

His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his expression was twitching, and his eyes were bleeding.

"Fight! Fight!"

The prisoner who was watching the fun became excited again: "Wild boar, you should beat me! Why are you so cowardly?!"

"Don't be cowardly! Fight him! He's just a marquis!"

"You're still not a man!"

The fat man was trembling with anger and pointed at Ye Qingxuan: "You! You..."

"Sir, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

Several guards nearby hugged him quickly: "You can't do anything! We, we...we are a civilized prison!"

"Civilized shit!"

The fat man was furious and struggled hard: "Let me go, I will kill him today!"

In anger, he used too much force, and several guards were unable to stop him, allowing him to break free!

He took two steps forward, then froze, and looked back with resentment: Stop me! You bastards! Why didn't you stop me?

Several guards were so depressed that they vomited blood.

Why don't you struggle!

Wouldn't it be over if we stopped him?

In the awkward silence, the only sound was the laughter of the prisoners.

The fat man's expression changed and he remained frozen in place.

This was simply the most embarrassing moment of his life!

Fortunately, someone ran in and whispered a few words in the fat man's ear. The fat man looked at the visitor as if he had seen a ghost, and the visitor nodded affirmatively.

"you sure?"

"real!"

So, the fat man took a deep breath and rubbed his face vigorously. When he put down his hands, a flattering smile magically appeared on his face.

The smile was so weird that Ye Qingxuan, who was deliberately causing trouble, couldn't help but frown and feel a little hairy.

"Mr. Ye..."

The fat man rubbed his hands enthusiastically like a madam: "It was a misunderstanding just now! A misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstand?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned: "I'm afraid not? I deliberately scolded you as a fat guy, but you are still not a man? What if a man challenged me to a duel!"

"Misunderstanding! It must be a misunderstanding!"

The fat man came forward and said, "It's all because of the lack of care given by the bunch of bastards below. How can a person like me dare to touch a hair of yours? If you are angry, just hit me twice! Don't hold it back." "

What the hell!

This time it was Ye Qingxuan's turn to feel like he was screwed...

"How do you guys do this?! Feed Mr. Ye such damn things!"

The fat man turned around and cursed the guard bloody, then turned around with a smile:

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask them to prepare another table for you. If you have any requests, you can tell me, and I will try my best to satisfy you. I will never let you suffer any injustice!"

Ye Qingxuan was in a trance for a while.

Could it be that he is this guy's biological father?

No, even a biological father wouldn't be so enthusiastic, would he?

Ye Qingxuan looked at the fat man carefully for a long time, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling.

Since the other party said this, Ye Qingxuan was not polite to them and waved directly: "Don't show your bullshit chef here to embarrass yourself.

For the main course, I want the truffle steak from White Pine Restaurant. The steak is medium rare and served with pepper sauce.

For appetizers, try the emerald smoked salmon.

Then, give me a dozen of baked oysters with red wine and cheese, and fish roe, I want..."

Ye Qingxuan listed all the signature dishes of the famous restaurants in the Holy City in one go. He didn't care whether they could get such delicacies that even the bishop had to make a reservation in advance, and finally waved his hand:

"Oh, by the way, as for soup, I have a bad stomach recently. I want some southern vegetable soup to help digestion."

After saying that, he looked sideways at the fat man:

"You remember everything?"

"Remember everything."

The fat man smiled attentively, without any anger at all, as if he was looking at his own father with enthusiasm: "Don't worry, I promise to get it done for you!"

"Wait!"

Ye Qingxuan stopped him: "I've been in a bad mood recently and can't eat just food. Please invite some piano players to come over and play some music for me to relax me."

"okay!"

The fat man nodded: "No problem!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, feeling more and more haunted. Fortunately, he kept doing nothing and waved his hand and said: "The lighting here is not good, the humidity is heavy, and I don't have much appetite. Please find a place with better lighting and ventilation."

"OK!"

The fat man nodded, very generously: "Where do you think is more suitable?"

Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, "I think your warden's office is pretty good. Why don't you let me sit in it?"

"No problem! Please wait for a few minutes and we will clean it up for you immediately!"

There is simply something wrong with the fat man!

At the end of the day, he was still worried that he was not thoughtful enough:

"What other orders do you have?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan had nothing to say, he just felt more and more ghostly.

What happened to these grandchildren? !

Why is it like meeting your biological father? !

Could it be that he was under an illusion?

its not right!

Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while and looked at the fat man coldly: "You won't fool me, will you?"

The fat man smiled.

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A few minutes later, several guards escorted Ye Qingxuan out of the cell as if they were taking care of their own father, removed all the shackles, even the musician shackles on his wrists and legs, and respectfully sent him to the prison. The warden's office.

Just as he was passing by the corridor, Ye Qingxuan saw the door of the prison in the distance open, a dozen carriages running in, and a dozen people carrying various kitchen utensils in full swing.

The room next to the warden's office had been cleared out and was now the kitchen, a bustling scene.

A dozen top chefs who usually don't give face to any powerful person were busy inside, nervously preparing the dishes ordered by Ye Qingxuan. Another person brought in the vegetable soup that had been heated at the main store. It was kept warm by the small stove below without getting cold at all. When it was poured out and put on a plate, it gave off an alluring aroma.

"..."

Ye Qingxuan increasingly suspected that he had been possessed by some strange illusion.

When he walked into the warden's office, he was completely stunned.

The original desk had been cleared along with a wall, and the floor was covered with a gold-toned Caucasian hand-woven rug. The wall was demolished in just a few minutes, and a large floor-to-ceiling window was installed.

In the corner, there was a piano. The pianist in a formal dress respectfully nodded to Ye Qingxuan, sat down, and began to play a soft melody skillfully.

The mild afternoon sun shone in and fell on the dining table covered with white cloth.

The sterling silver tableware reflects a soft light.

The top-quality red wine placed in an ice bucket has cold water droplets on it. In the decanter, the mellow and warm red wine reflects a magnificent halo.

The chairs in front of the dining table are made of fine ebony wood, well-maintained, and glowing with oil.

Everything is ready.

Only Ye Qingxuan was left to take the seat.

But behind the dining table, an unexpected person sat.

"Are you satisfied with this kind of treatment? Ye Qingxuan."

The old man was leisurely tasting the red wine in his glass, with a graceful and elegant posture. The afternoon sun fell on him, giving him a halo, so sacred.

"It's you?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but began to suspect that there was something wrong with his eyes.

The person who came was suddenly the leader of the nobles in the Holy City, the leader of the Yishin Monk Order, the current actual controller of the Holy City, and the future His Majesty the Pope...

——Ludovic! ——

Sorry, the internet was disconnected at home, so I went to the Internet cafe to update. Due to insufficient estimates, the big news may not be until tomorrow... Sorry, sorry...