Throughout the next day, Yaleriga observed the new prisoner. She has seen many people imprisoned, and some would choose to pretend to be unconscious at the beginning in order to avoid torture and violation. But when the guards were in the mood, they didn't care whether the prisoner was awake or not.
But the young boy in front of him (at least on the outside) had no need to pretend to be unconscious. The indulgence of the jailers can only be directed at those with a lower status than themselves, and they must not disobey the orders of the "adults" in the slightest. In any case, the boy's time in prison will be safe, although Yaleriga will not assert that this is a good thing - Wutouweng brings many people, but he takes them out quickly. She once overheard two jailers discussing Aconite's "rituals" in casual conversation, complaining that he consumed the sacrifices too quickly.
Yaleriga estimated that Aconite and Villar were planning something together. Before she was thrown here, Villars had often spoken of the aconite with fondness. In the Temple of Doom, being called "respectable" usually means extreme cruelty and bigotry.
There was another question lingering in Yaleriga's mind. When she was beguiled by the fantasy described by Villar, she believed what the other party said that "the Doomsday Temple has become completely different." At that time, she thought that Villar was referring to the fact that the Doomsday Temple was no longer as crazy as the era of Crimson Villar, but now it seems that it was just a different form. Crimson Vera's witch bloodline comes from the Sisterhood, but at some point his descendants merged the entire Doomsday Temple into the Silent School.
At that time, she felt that it was not necessarily a good or bad thing, because "Princess Mountain" was no longer a group of peaks integrated into one place. After the second massacre, the entire Holy Land was torn to pieces in time and space, and the peaks named after King Lagogon's eldest daughter rolled to every corner of the star layer like gravel falling from a landslide. She knew that the Sixth Peak had sworn to be under the rule of the Alliance, and that the Third Peak openly declared war on the White Tower as the representative of the Alliance. From then on, they called themselves "Forbidden Scholars" to the outside world.
The rest of the peaks are silent and hidden, not revealing any true thoughts to the world, just like their tradition in the old times. Out of emotional blindness, Yaleriga once believed that the second peak was indeed a pure land that had no contact with the world as Villar said. She could have gone to the village outside to get the news first, but she met Villar first.
She wanted to see Paradise too much, or maybe she just wanted to meet someone of the same kind. It was their mutual misfortune—her own now only, but sooner or later it would be Deborah's.
Throughout the day while she was observing the boy in red, she wandered through the maze of her memory with these thoughts, trying to find a solution to the current predicament. The fear and shame gradually faded away in the process, leaving only countless broken letters like sand in the sea of stars.
She trudges through it with a vengeful heart, chasing any clues that may help solve her dilemma. Until it was getting dark, Yaleriga still didn't see the boy in red across from her move. He didn't roll over, babble or moan, just as still as a dummy.
Yaleriga didn't even notice the ups and downs of his breathing, and almost suspected that he was dead. She was certain that he was not a corpse, and she completely believed that Wu Touwen would not let a "very special" prisoner die unexpectedly. She couldn't see what attracted Wu Touweng to him at the moment. She only felt that his clothes were a bit like those from Yunzhong City, but relatively speaking they were much simpler.
A sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. Some jailer passed through the passage to deliver the daily food and water. This job is usually performed by a male troll named Duffer. He is not tall, but very strong, and is always assigned to such boring work. Because the appearance of their race generally gives the outside world this impression: violent, rude, stupid and greedy.
Yaleriga did not despise him because of this. In her opinion, this mountain monster hides his own cunning and greed. Every time he comes to deliver food, he will take the opportunity to extort money or extort money from the prisoners, and pocket all the personal belongings that the "big shots" don't bother to take away. This kind of behavior is very unique among the jailers at this level. Sati, for example, is never interested in gold, silver and jewelry. He simply likes to watch people cry and fall.
Dofu handed her water through the gap in the cell. A piece of raw meat and water filled with animal organs. The water is mixed with some kind of medicine, which will make most people who eat it weak and mentally weak. According to the few words that Yaleriga overheard, the meat and water were left over after the sacrifices in the temple.
She noticed that the container of water today did not look like a stomach or bladder, and was stained with blood and umbilical cord. This happens about two to three times out of ten, and it controls itself not to consider the source of these new flesh, flesh and organs. The previous owner obviously no longer had any use for them, but she needed to gather as much strength as possible to stay sane.
Nowadays, there are few residents in the prison and the environment is deserted. Du Fu only received two rations in total. He gave the extra portion to Yaleriga, looked at her greedily, and then turned back to distribute the other portion. This time, instead of stuffing food and water through the gaps, he slowly opened the cell.
Yaleriga stopped biting the raw meat and watched the scene quietly. She had seen every guard do to the prisoners during her time in prison, and most of them were not very picky in their tastes, especially children.
She didn't think Du Fu dared to disobey Wu Tou Weng's order, but there was still a lot of room for flexibility, especially since the boy opposite showed no signs of waking up. Du Fu quietly walked into the prison, turned the young man over, and lay on his back on the ground. At this moment, Yaleriga finally saw his side face. An extremely beautiful human child. Even in the complex and endless maze of memories of Yaleriga, it is extremely difficult to find such a gorgeous and perfect human face.
Du Fu's performance was even more surprised than her. He looked at the young man's face for a while, as if he was weighing the cost or thinking about a method. That look and expression made Yaleriga feel that the situation was unfavorable. After a moment of consideration, she deliberately changed her sitting position, shaking her neck vigorously in the process.
The thick iron chains on her horns were pulled and made a rattling noise. The chain passed through her horns, and the excess part hung heavily. The source passed through a hole near the ceiling and led to the outside of the cell. Yaleriga had tried several times and guessed that the chain would eventually lead to the entrance of the cell where the jailers were guarding. Therefore, as long as she made a little more movement, a high-ranking jailer (usually Sati) would be there soon. Come and check it out.
Du Fu was suffocated by the noise of the chains and stared at her fiercely. Yaleriga stopped irritating him and just pretended to be interested in her nails. She knew that even though the mountain monster had a humble status among the jailers, it was dangerous to offend a person who was responsible for delivering food to her.
This kind of risky behavior is not common for her, but she is not shy about taking action if the right opportunity arises. It had nothing to do with knowledge or desire, she was just a cub who always preferred animals.
Dufu stared at her angrily for a while, then reached into the cuffs of the boy in red, looking for a hidden pocket or money bag. Yaleriga thought about it for a moment and finally decided to let him do it. After all, Dufu had to get something, and it was bound to not be a big loss - anything truly valuable had obviously been taken away by the aconite, and the remaining wealth was worthless in prison.
The mountain monster felt nothing in the boy's broad sleeves. He cursed unhappily and stretched his hand to the young man's collar. It looked like there was little hope, and Yaleriga thought he would return empty-handed, but Dufu grabbed a white silk rope from inside.
A white rope hung around the boy's neck. Dufu pulled at the thread, and finally a half-moon-shaped dark stone fell out from the boy's arms. The stone slid to the ground along the owner's shoulder, making an unusually clear clang.
Yaleriga and Dufu stared at the dark and smooth stone together. The latter seemed a little confused, not sure whether he had gained a valuable trophy. He reached out his hand unhappily and tried to pull the stone off the boy's neck.
What happened next was beyond Yaleriga's expectation. Du Fu, who was holding the stone, suddenly screamed, as sharply as if he had been stabbed in the eye with a knife. He dropped the stone in his hand and clutched his palm in agony. A wisp of blue smoke was rising from his palm.
The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and Dufu didn't even have time to take revenge on the culprit, so he ran out in panic to seek help. After his figure completely disappeared, Yaleriga immediately leaned in front of the cell door and carefully observed the black stone. She found that the surface of the stone was flashing with tiny emerald green lights.
The emerald light attracted her attention, so that it took more than ten seconds for her to realize that the boy in red had opened his eyes.
The bright red sleeves flowed and covered the black stone with strange light spots. Then the new prisoner sat up and looked around expressionlessly.
It was too late for Yaleriga to pretend to be asleep. She sat there, waiting for the other party to ask her the whole story. However, when the other party turned to look at her, Yaleriga did not see the confused and distressed look she had imagined.
He has dark eyes with the same color as his hair. After looking at each other for a long time, his eyes became cold and empty, which reminded Yalayliga of the bottomless stream under the Overpass Prison.
The boy spoke to her coldly, speaking a word in the alliance language with a strange tone.
"The monster," he said.
