Before she and Villar got to where they are now, Yaleriga had already heard of the "Overpass Prison". Not only because the villagers outside regarded it as a god, but even Melendra's memory had its shadow. But it wasn't called that name then. At least before the first massacre, this arch-bridge-like prison spanning the bottomless stream was used to imprison foreign dissidents, supporters of King Lagogon's eldest son, or mages from afar.
At that time, its owner was by no means a third-rate figure like Villar who was difficult to show off (at most, he was third-rate, even though Yaleriga couldn't deny this when she loved him the most), but the "eye in the snail" Several of his proud disciples jointly control it. They used the wealth and power left behind by their teacher to control Princess Mountain, and built the prison for those who turned against them. They used the corpse oil from the eldest daughter of King Lagogon, the ashes of a thousand sages with perfect moral character, and the cursed iron poured by millions of elven slaves... They used all the most luxurious and vicious things they knew. The meaning of witchcraft has gone beyond simply imprisoning people. It is a display of one's own power and an intimidation to those who dare to resist. Many mortal or divine kingdoms were destroyed because of them, and finally they gathered together the skulls of a hundred different royal members, which were embedded in the bottom of the cursed iron bridge in order according to the degree of dignity in their eyes.
Among them, the one who received the highest status was their teacher's youngest daughter, Ilitsi. "Poor little princess" - they called her this almost humiliatingly, leaving no trace of pity for the orphans of the deceased master. Or maybe that was just a reflection on the supreme authority of "The Eye in the Snail" in the era of King Lagogon. acts of retaliation. They now call this vicious prison that can trap all mages to death the "Iron Skull Rainbow".
What happened since then is a blur to Yaleriga. The peak masters once united to kill their teacher's blood, but in the end they turned against each other and massacred each other, and were even driven off the peak of power by outsiders. The first massacre ended in the defeat of the old peak masters, and the second one almost resulted in both losses. In the process, the "Iron Skull Rainbow" has imprisoned prisoners of various positions. The skull embedded at its base was buried deep inside the bridge due to the spell, and its name was gradually obliterated in the frequent changes of power. When Yaleriga and Villar happened to pass through the mountain road together and saw the dark rainbow hanging in the mountains, she discovered that Villar's memory of this name was very weak.
"That's the Overpass Prison." He introduced to Yaleriga. "The things left by the previous peak masters can be used to imprison mages."
It can be used to imprison mages. This is Villar's understanding of Iron Skull Rainbow. He boasted to Yaleriga that this was the strongest and oldest prison in the entire Silent School, a place that even the "Crimson Vera" could not escape from, but he didn't even know its true name. This does not surprise Yaleriga, because Villar, who has the blood of the sisterhood, is undoubtedly an outsider. In the era when the students of "Eye in the Snail" were in power, neither he nor the Doomsday Temple he currently controls has the same attitude. There is no doubt that they will all be thrown into it, tortured, and then put to death.
But times have changed. "Eye in the Snail" and his two brothers were all martyred in the collapse of the royal court. The secret society he founded was once determined to stay away from the world in silence and pursue the eternal way. Now it is filled with all kinds of lunatics and Executioner. When Yaleriga was still in love with Villar, she felt that he was just depressed and paranoid because of his dreams. But now that she is in prison, she feels that Villar is so innocent and adorable - almost like a baby on his mother's body. Suck rotten blood.
This little cutie reappeared at the very moment when she was causing a lot of trouble in prison. When the black-headed man embarrassedly dodged the wild fruit core spray from the boy in red, he walked to the cell door with dignity and dignity. The boy in red changed the target without thinking and blasted the last core towards Villar.
Yaleriga didn't know if he did it on purpose, but the final landing point of the core was disastrous. When Villar appeared, he was as usual, dignified and noble, with his head slightly raised. He was probably trying to lean in to talk to the aconite, when a fruit core shot out from diagonally below, hitting his nostril that was usually difficult to see from outsiders.
Villar stood there blankly, twitching his nose slightly as if he didn't understand the situation, but the core did not fall out because of this - it was probably firmly blocked in his nasal passages. This situation made everyone realize the fact that if he didn't want it to stay stuck there, he had to take it out with his fingers or a thin stick.
The boy in red stared at him with no expression on his face, but his mouth was slightly open in shock. After a while, Yaleriga saw him quietly hiding the remaining wild fruit branches into his sleeves.
There was silence in the prison. The prisoners, jailers, guards and aconite all stood frozen like wooden sculptures. Standing on the edge of the crowd, Kumao stood on tiptoe and poked his head. His eyes met Yaleriga, and he immediately retracted in a panic.
Villar finally understood what had happened to him. He covered half of his face with his sleeves and gasped rapidly because of anger. However, due to the special congestion in his nasal passages, the more violently he breathed, the louder the rough cry he made when the pores were blocked. Finally he had to open his mouth to breathe to prevent the core from choking deeper.
Wu Touweng hurriedly pushed aside the crowd and walked quickly to check him. He only glanced at Villar's sleeves for a few times before whispering in a tone of unjoking concern: "Villar, you have to take it out. Your respiratory tract is as fragile as the trickster's. It could hurt you."
Villar could not answer. Still covering his face with one hand, he glanced at the quiet jailers in a confused and furious manner. Everyone was unsmiling and solemn when they met his sight, but Yaleriga saw that Sati's eyebrows were getting higher and higher, almost touching his temples.
In the end, he had to leave with Wutouwen temporarily and go to a place where no one could see him to solve his problems. As soon as he disappeared, all the jailers frantically banged against the walls, knocked on tables and chairs, or simply rolled around on the floor. No one dared to utter a sneer, so everything was done in silence, like mutes reveling in a madhouse.
The boy in red was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the cell with a straight face. He allowed the people outside the prison to act strangely, while he stared blankly, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.
Yaleriga lay on her own place, wagging her tail. She thought for a moment, broke off a bit of the frayed edge of the iron chain, and threw it towards the boy.
The boy in red turned his attention to her. The two of them had said nothing else since the day he came and uttered the word "demon."
Yaleriga stared at him. Now she was lying on the ground, supporting her upper body with her elbows, almost at eye level with the other person. She felt that the boy seemed to be glowing slightly from this angle.
"They will take revenge on you," she said to the boy. That was such an obvious fact that she wondered why she needed to say it again.
The boy in red looked at her and continued to look blankly. Ten minutes later, the alone Wutouweng came back. He came to the cell door, unarmed.
"Let's talk, kid," he said.
The boy in red didn't seem to hear his voice and was wandering in his own thoughts. But then the aconite smiled kindly and tolerantly.
"Perhaps you don't believe it," he said, "I'm just a slow and clumsy old man, but I can understand your thinking. I have lived a long time and met all kinds of people. Now you think we are right You are no threat, for your body is not made of mortal matter. But - oh, my child, the spiritual world is another matter. It seems to me that you have more than a few weaknesses, for example, if you continue to pretend If you don’t understand my order, next time I will let ten pregnant women cut open their bellies in front of you.”
