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Carislo opened his eyes.

But the next second, he closed his open eyes again, and the sense of darkness that came from being covered by eyelids made Carislo feel extremely reassured.

But simply closing your eyes does not insulate you from the distractions of the outside world.

Several different lines of sound, whimpering as if pierced by a faint wind, came from all directions, one after another, like a bad chorus, and made Carislo's ears ache.

His two hands are in an unnatural position behind the back, in my involuntary movement, the wrist came from the tight feeling of being tied by the rope.

Carislo could even feel the wet, sticky liquid trickling down from where it was bound.

The blood did not slide into Carislo's palm, but was absorbed by the edge of his glove and clung to his palm.

At last Carislo could not help but open his eyes again, and for the first time he could only see a blurred vision, because he was accustomed to the long darkness.

After a brief period of hazy vision, Carislo was able to see his surroundings clearly.

It was a dark underground chamber, and the light of the candle on the edge of the corridor gave some visibility, but the negligible light did not remove the shade of the underground chamber.

Carislo shifted his body with his unbound feet so that he would not slide down, but lean against the cold wall.

And his bound hands were relieved.

Sitting up raises the field of vision, allowing Carrislo to better observe the situation.

This is no ordinary stone room.

Never mind the rope in Carislo's hand and the cries of the people around him.

The mere fact that the stone room was surrounded on three sides by the wall, and the last side was tightly surrounded by the thick iron railings, was enough to indicate the identity of these prisoners.

But there is one very strange thing, the prisoners in the stone chamber all have one thing in common.

Whether well-dressed or shabbily dressed, the prisoners were mostly between the ages of thirteen and fifteen, boys who had not yet entered the stage of development.

Mr. Carrislow did not think the sheriff would have the time to categorize the perpetrators, and it did not make sense that such a large number of underage boys of varying status in the area had committed crimes worthy of incarceration.

To find out about the boys, or why he was tied up here, Carrislow had to ask fellow sufferers.

Of course, like his peers, Carislo was one of the detainees, and he would have known some of the facts that his peers knew - if he hadn't lost his memory.

Yes, Carislo lost his memory, in addition to his own name, including identity, the past, and the memory of relatives seem to have turned into a vaporous smoke, completely disappeared from Carislo's mind.

The wrist, bound by the rope, suddenly touched the stone face of the wall, and the cold touch immediately emptied the intricate thoughts in Carislo's brain, and absolute reason took the upper position.

The key now is to figure out the conditions in which you are being held, and to get out of this gloomy environment.

Carrislow put his previous frustrations about memory loss behind him and began looking for someone to fill his shoes.

The boys locked in the stone room can be divided into two categories, one is gorgeously dressed and expensive young master, even if the bad treatment has turned their clothes into a little ash, but it can not hide the pride between the eyes of the young master.

Nor did they appear to have been excessively mistreated; their hands were bound not with coarse twine but with a soft satin cloth, and they were tied in front of them without excessive restrictions on movement, even to the point of grooming their short gelled hair.

Others, like Carislo, with their hands tied behind their backs with twine, dressed in sackcloth and dusty faces, were poor, neglected children.

After a period of careful observation, Carislo picked a man with his equal status, who at least did not cry out of fear and could tell from the expression on his face that he had retained the ability to think independently.

It was only when Carislo had just moved his legs, and before he had even got up from the ground, that his ears, hidden among his long hair, gave a subtle quiver.

Carislo heard footsteps outside the stone.

From far to near, the rolling nails of the sole collided with the smooth stone floor, making a loud clicking sound, and even after the crisp landing sound, there was the heel of the shoe and the stone floor friction.

Having shoes with iron inserts as soles is not going to be common, at least not with these detainees.

In this underground stone cell, the identity of another person is left with only two options.

One, the guy who came to break in.

And two, they're the ones who put them in dark underground cells.

Carislo did not move again, but when he heard a strange sound, his straight back suddenly gave way, and his right hand, bent with pain, hid in the gap between his body and the stone wall, and drew up the rough twine.

The tough, cold look on his face quickly faded. He blinked several times, and the glinting tears immediately fell from the corners of his eyes, and the expression of fear of the unknown emerged.

Carislo had hidden himself in the most corner of the stone room, where the light of the candle could not shine, and the darkness covered his whole body, and no one would find his previous performance which was very different from the real environment.

By now, if you ignore Carislo's hands on the twine, it seems that he is more thoroughly integrated into the community of children around him.

"Cut."

The sound of the key entering the door lock is followed by the sound of the key turning gently in the lock.

The door of the underground stone room was pushed open, and the soles with rivets stepped on the stairs, step by step.

Carislo kept his head down, hiding his expression with his falling hair, and exerting himself secretly to create a natural posture of rigidity but involuntary shaking.

When the footsteps stopped for a long time, he looked slightly sideways at an Angle that was difficult for others to see, not missing a precious opportunity to observe.

The space of this underground stone chamber was very large, and a cell was set up in the depression on either side of it, which contained a rigid and straight iron cage, the gap of which could only pass through a man's arm, and between the two cells on the right and left, a corridor was left for man to walk.

The stone door of the stone chamber was opened with a key, and men of prime age in iron armor entered in an orderly procession. The man at the head was tall, and the expensive chain mail covered his whole body, and the tiny interlocking iron rings were new and delicate, and the outer layer of the chain mail was also fitted with the breastplate and the metal armor of the limbs.

He was wearing a fully enveloped middle helmet, with only one pair of eyes visible from the tightly wrapped vent of the helmet.

They were ultraline blue eyes, too brightly colored, with the sharpness of battle and the windblown sand, yet somehow calming.

Just at a moment of amazement, Carislo would break away from the quiet and peaceful atmosphere sensed in the other person's eyes, and would glance at the others in the cell room without leaking a voice, and the relaxed body would without exception show an unconscious relaxation of the visitor.

Carislo played up the spirit of twelve points, for him now, to ask for information from his peers has become an inappropriate choice, and now the most critical thing is how to face these guys of unknown origin.

The identity of the team of prime men entering is obvious, they are knights who have experienced the baptism of the wind and frost of the battlefield, and the leader with the blue eyes is the dominant leader of the relationship.

According to their actions after entering the stone chamber, their identity is also revealed - the men who are holding Carislo and others in the dark cell.

Carislo's fingertips were free from the ropes, and he leaned forward a little, moving himself quietly into a delicate position, the boundary between the darkness in the corner and the candlelight in the hallway.

If he took one step further, he could enter the dim world shrouded in candlestick, and vice versa, if he leaned back a little, he could hide in the corner that everyone ignored.

This is a well-placed position.

As Carislo carefully adjusted his position, the leading knight spoke.

"Have you ever heard of the name 'Shawya'?"

Because the mouth was covered under the helmet, the voice of the knight was a little dull, but it was not hard to hear the warm and soft, as if they were now not the relationship between the prisoner and the prisoner, but the relationship between the close brothers next door.

Soft words in the stone room dungeon in the grim cold especially easy to break the heart of others, soon there was a person stood out, holding the iron railing as if he was holding a lifesaving straw.

"I've never heard of that name! So... Did you arrest the wrong person? If you can explain this misunderstanding, you can let me go."

The leading knight, without speaking, strode forward after the underlings behind him, and with his left arm-covered gun struck the iron railing, making a harsh noise.

The boy who explained was suddenly frightened and stumbled backward, his eyes wide open, his heart even worse.

Dead silence.

After a few moments, the former well-wrapped knight spoke again, in the same gentle voice as before, "In that case, do you know who are orphans whose parents are dead, adopted children who are not related to their families?"

At the sound of the knight's voice, no one was willing to come forward this time, afraid of the sharp machetes that the knight carried at his waist, and afraid of the silver spears that the knight carried in his hand.

Carislo did not make a sound. He quietly observed what was happening in front of him.

When the word "Xiao Ya" fell into his ears, it was as if a stream of cold water poured down his face, turning his already sober brain into a more rational one.

There was something about the name Xiao Ya that came naturally to his mind.

In fact, Xiao Ya actually does not belong to a person's name alone, it is a title, usually after the word will follow a suffix - prince.

In this country, the eldest son of every king and queen of the Kingdom of Roderick would naturally have the title and name of Prince Xiao Ya.

What the knight wanted to find was not an orphan without relatives, but the prince Xiao Ya, who was the nominal first heir to the highest throne in Roderick's country.

But...

Carislo's eyes scanned the knights in the gallery without a trace.

The knights' movements are neat and uniform, and they hold a straight silver spear in their left hand, and their movements and eyes show that they are most accustomed to using their left hand.

As far as Carislo knew, there was a special rule in the army of the Kingdom of Roderick, in order to ensure the convenience and unity of the march, regardless of the service, the right hand was set as the dominant hand.

It is not Roderick's soldiers, who have imprisoned countless boys, who want to find the heir to Roderick's kingdom, but those belonging to other countries - even enemies who do not know what they are doing.

Just then, the sound of the palm hitting the iron railing sounded again.

In conformity with the crowd, Carislo smelled the popularity, a finger pointed at him suddenly into his eyes, the boy's voice was sharp and loud.

"It's Carislo you're looking for!"

The sight of a finger in your face, accompanied by a voice recognition, should be a panic for anyone.

The knight's silver spear stood straight up there, with a cold light on its point, and the way in which they locked up all the school-age boys in the town in a dark cell in search of one showed that the knight's purpose was not so simple.

Coupled with the momentum of the knight, if the knight remembers the name, it really does not know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Carislo looked up and followed the finger pointing at him.

The master of that finger stood in the opposite cell, slightly fat, with exquisite makeup and hair and gorgeous clothes, just like a small master of noble birth.

The leader of the knights heard this, gently oh, not afraid to divert his eyes to the fat young master pointed to Carislo.

At the same time, Carislo also withdrew his gaze from the other side, without others noticing.

He fired up his acting skills aga