Release that Witch

One Otto Passy was awakened by a noise.

He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the candles on the candlesticks around him. The thin flames made the room look very dark.

The day and night could not be seen in the dungeon, and the candle became his only measure of time. At about every three hours, they will be replaced once, at the same time, and the plate in front of him.

But that was at the very beginning.

Now, whether it is a candle or a food, the time it takes to send it is getting more and more procrastinating. Sometimes, even after he wakes up, he finds that the prison is still dark.

How long has he been locked up here? Otto shook his forehead and wanted to make himself more awake. The long-lost incarceration made him feel guilty, especially after he woke up in the darkness of his fingers, which made him feel a sense of helplessness that was forgotten by all.

But he has to live.

Because the father...and even the fate of the entire family, are in the hands of Anpein.

Otto propped up his weak body, rolled over to get out of bed, and slowly walked over to the railing. In addition to replenishing plates and jugs, he also hoped that the guard would give him a scraper. The unshaved beard has been covered with cheeks for a long time. Every time you eat, it will leave grease and residue on it. Over time, it will naturally give off an unpleasant smell, like a moldy orange peel. If the other party is not worried, it is okay to give them to shave.

Again, he is also a nobleman, and the request for grooming should not be rejected.

Then Otto heard the conversation from outside the iron gate.

"What kind of ghosts are those people doing? The ones that are closed are the eldest sons of Parsi!"

From the point of view of the volume, the speaker does not mean to whisper, it seems that he does not care to be heard.

"Catch and ridicule, isn't the clown doing this?"

"It’s crazy. If these Acrobatic gangs dare to offend the count, they will become the fish food at the bottom of the river the next day. They are just a group of unfamiliar vagrants!"

"You also know that it is normal, usually the eldest son will be locked in the dungeon? Now what you like to watch is not the tricks of those guys. If there is no such thing as the Lord of the Morning, I don't think they dare to do this kind of thing." ”

"Hey, you guess."

"I just said it casually, you love it or not. If you can't believe it, how can you go to the big man in the prison for a dinner?"

"Oh, forget it... just a few mouthfuls of spit, and you won't die if you eat." With this sentence, the sound of a series of keys colliding with each other sounded.

"Well, if this is what you want to see, you are not asking for fun. Go ahead, I am still waiting to collect the dishes."

The iron gate made a sour rubbing sound, and the head held a plate of food and came in.

"Hey, adults, are you awake?" Seeing Otto leaning against the railing, the other side looked a little surprised, but the cockroaches on his face were quickly covered up. "Exactly, eat today's dinner. Candles I will change it tomorrow, and the head of the house will forget to send the new one."

Otto did not answer his heart, and there was a great sorrow in his heart. Even the request to shave was forgotten. Although he only has a few words, he has been able to draw the truth of the previous noise from the conversation between the two. The clown of the Acrobatic Troupe met the giver and then vomited a few mouthfuls of water into his food with the meaning of pleasing Anpein Moya?

This shame made his cheeks hot, as if there was a fire in the baking.

The prisoner didn't care about his answer. After changing the plate, he quickly left the cell. Although the furnishings and decorations in the room were as refined as the duke's house, the dull feeling of depression made anyone. Not willing to stay here more.

As the footsteps went away, the silence enveloped Otto.

For a moment, he couldn't help but want to yell out, want to swear the other's dereliction of duty, and want to anger the neglect of Ampein... but he didn't do it.

Because that makes no sense to the former, it will only make the next change of time come later, and the latter may be in the middle of the "old friend".

As for the dinner used to humiliate him, he didn't want to touch it at all.

Otto couldn't help but wonder if everything he did was correct.

Just as he was about to go back to bed, he suddenly slammed into the lingering light of his eyes. The porridge in the plate didn't know when it turned into a bowl of black water!

The eldest son of Passy blinked and slowly moved to the front of the plate, carefully holding the porridge.

It was not his illusion, nor the shadow of the faint fire, but the porridge noodles were indeed made black, like a thick ink.

In an instant, there was an electric light in his mind.

Acrobatic groups, clowns, tricks... Is this all that person arranged?

"Yo said that you were an ordinary acrobat, really fake? How did you know Roland?"

"It’s a coincidence. As for why I’m looking at me, it’s probably my acrobatic performance is not bad.”

"Hey? Can you demonstrate it?"

"No problem, just come to the simplest squid and spit it out."

Otto stared at the porridge for a moment, and suddenly put his finger into the bowl! After a little while groping, there was a slight rough touch on the fingertips.

"This...how is this done? Why does the water suddenly change color?"

"Not finished yet, look at this tulle. Is there anything in it? Now I put it in the water to soak it, then dry it with fire, guess what will happen?"

"Nothing... oh, wait, is that...?"

"Can you tell what is written?"

"Let me, is this your name?"

"Yes, Hill Fox, this is my name."

Otto gently pinched the rough piece and slowly raised the porridge. It looked almost transparent and even if it was directly immersed in the porridge, it was difficult to distinguish. Only when you rub your hands, can you feel the existence of this tulle.

He held his breath and walked quickly to the candlestick and unfolded it a little.

The faint black water marks began to fade, and the candlelight was already shaken.

Hurry up... hurry up... hurry up... hurry up, he cried anxiously in his heart, the shadow of the swaying seemed to be enveloped in all directions, and the one he held in his hand was the only light in the world.

At the moment when the word mark appeared, the candle went out.

The darkness swallowed up the entire dungeon.

Otto couldn't help but smirk.

He held the trembling shoulders, stuffed the gauze into his mouth, then climbed back to the railing and swallowed the porridge.

The warm warmth rolled over the throat and the viscera, making him full of strength. But warmer than his porridge is his heart.

So silently drinking the porridge, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

His insistence was finally in vain.

There are only a few words on the tulle, the words are beautiful and flying, and with a familiar taste.

"Don't be afraid, I am coming."