Yaleriga finally paid the price for her impulsive behavior. Although Dufu didn't have the guts to drag her out of the cell like the previous ones, making noisy nights so that no one could sleep, and he didn't dare to peel off her skin or nails against Villar's wishes, he could take revenge from another angle. Yaleriga.
For three whole days, he threw her portion of water out of the window in front of Yaleriga, then took off his pants and showed off his power at her. His words were very ordinary to Yaleriga, neither worthy of appreciation nor so awkward as to be embarrassing. She ignored this ordinary scene, but hunger was another matter.
Every morning, condensation from the night would fall from the ceiling, providing her with a tiny supply. But she cannot feed on steel (she is already considering making changes in this area after escaping).
She was so hungry that she barely had the strength to get up from the ground, and expected that Tufu would never offer her even the most disgusting food until she was on the verge of death. In order to keep herself going, Yaleriga warned herself in her heart that she had brought this on herself, while saving her energy as much as possible and lying on the ground to rest quietly.
She slept most of the time, and on the rare occasions when she couldn't sleep, she went to observe the prisoners opposite. After being attacked by the Hell Spirit for the first time, Ji Zangyu (if that was his real name) looked much like one of those hapless mages who had their skin flayed off. His whole body was integrated into the red clothes, and his original image was almost invisible. For three days, he maintained the same appearance as when he was first thrown into the prison, as if he had not moved a finger. The raw meat that Du Fu put into his cell had already begun to rot, emitting an odor that was hard to ignore.
This abnormality made Yaleriga feel strange. Including herself, she has seen several prisoners being treated by "prison spirits". Of course it was a hell-like torture, but Wutouweng always knew how to measure it. If left unchecked, the "Hell Spirit" would tear its victim into pieces, and this kind of waste was intolerable to the old witch doctor. After all, mages are rarer than the slaves raised and ripened in groups outside the mountains, and every part must be utilized to the maximum extent possible. Therefore, Yaleriga can also conclude that no matter how much he tortures this new prisoner, he will never let the rare materials be destroyed in the greedy and useless mouths of the hell spirits.
Often, prisoners still have the energy to moan, scream, and cry after being tortured. Their wounds will bleed and fester for a long time, leaving them with no peace for a moment. Ji Zangyu was the quietest prisoner she had ever seen after being harmed by the hell spirit. He seemed to never regain consciousness.
Yaleriga began to speculate that there were other factors involved, such as the maternal and infant corpse oil that Aconitum poured into him. It is usually used as a material for rituals. It is not palatable to most of the creatures trapped here, but it is not fatal. However, she also knew that for some ancient laws, "cleanliness" was a taboo requirement. Some elves must not be stained with blood, otherwise they will become mortal and age rapidly; some spiritual practices must not have evil thoughts, otherwise they will lose their magic power and die an unexpected death. Among these complicated demands, although some made Yaleriga feel unreasonable, most of them were based on some kind of ethical or moral standpoint.
Deborah Villar once gave her a knife. The scimitar with a dark blue blade is said to be a relic left by the "Crimson Vera". Due to the blood of witches in Debovira's lineage, the fairies forged this weapon for her and commissioned a snake to be presented to her when the Doomsday Temple was established. According to Villar, "Crimson Villar" used this knife to dismember her biological mother and create the world's first dancing demon.
Yaleriga still remembers the scene. At that time, she and Villar had just fallen in love, but they had not decided how long the relationship should last. For various reasons, she did not hug Villar. She has seen too many examples and lessons in her memory. If the unique lifestyle of the Evangelical people sums up some emotional lessons, it is that "unprofitable impulsive love will never last long."
When evangelicals and a partner have subsided from the earliest passion, they have shared everything they know and have seen. However, the irony is that when there is no dispute or strangeness between them, the passionate love that brought them together will suddenly disappear. The degenerated Evangelical race cannot transform their partners into the same kind, which means that if no offspring are born, the knowledge they share will eventually disappear with the death of their partners, and the number of people chasing paradise cannot increase.
paradise. paradise. Their longest-lasting desire is paradise, not fidelity to a partner. When a partner in love suddenly realizes this, it means the end of their relationship.
But, in that time, in that moment, Yaleriga thought Villar would be different. They share the same ancestral memories and the same longing and longing for paradise, although Villar is not a true evangelist. But so what? If he and the Doomsday Temple can really bring paradise to this place, then it doesn't matter whether they are members of the Evangelical Clan or not. There will be no more disputes or doubts; everything will be in eternal harmony. If you can achieve such a dream, all sacrifices will be worth it.
At that time, she convinced herself this way, and the second peak was so beautiful in her eyes. She sat on the cliff at dusk and looked at the river at the bottom of the mountain shining in the mist, like a brilliant and winding golden belt. Villar always traveled through the river-strewn valley in a small boat made of smoked willow wood. He would leave his guards at the bottom and walk up the remote peak alone.
"Jalai," he said, "I want to show you something."
He carried an ancient silver casket. After opening the lid of the box, Yaleriga saw a faint blue scimitar lying on the crimson silk cushion.
Villar took out the knife and turned it in his hand. Yaleriga and he were close together, watching the blade flicker in the afterglow, like an indigo lake. She was attracted by the beauty of the weapon, but it was not clear why Villar wanted to show her this.
"This knife is called Deborah's No Regrets." Villar introduced, "It is a weapon dedicated to the Crimson Villa by the fairies."
He told Yaleriga about the bloody history of this knife and the fire spell attached to the blade. Those words also surprised Yaleriga. She touched the knife lightly with her finger, and felt a cold feeling like a mountain spring from her fingertips.
"The No Regrets of Deborah," she whispered incomprehensibly, "Why is it called that?"
"I don't know," Villar said. There was real yearning and sadness in his eyes, which caused a slight tremor in Yaleriga's chest. She thought about how the "Crimson Vera" massacred so many Evangelicals, including her mother and herself, and for all these crazy and cruel deeds, the only thought left by the "Crimson Vera" to future generations was "No regrets".
As she struggled to cast the incident into the depths of the maze of memory, Villar turned the scimitar aside. He held the blade with his hand and handed the handle to Yaleriga. That action confused Yalayliga at first, until she heard him say: "Yalai, I want to give it to you."
Yaleriga looked at him in surprise. She saw the blood-splendid sunset spreading behind Villar, reflecting his pale skin. At that moment, his eyes were sincere and touching, as sad as ice and as passionate as fire.
He said, "You're the right one, Yalay. You deserve it, and together we can make things different. Let what the Crimson Vera did be behind us."
That was the most expensive gift he gave to Yaleriga before he proposed. In response, Yaleriga decided to end her aimless wandering and stay in the Temple of Doom forever.
And those thoughts are so regrettable and ridiculous when I think about it now. She didn't know where the knife went. When she woke up, it was no longer on her body. It must have been taken away by Villar. But it would be a good thing to take it back, because she was really full of regrets in her heart. According to Villar's warning, a person full of regrets would not only be unable to use it smoothly, but would be hurt by the spell above. She didn't want to burn her hands while slitting Villar's throat.
The taboos of ancient law are a real nuisance. For three whole days, she watched Ji Zangyu fall there without moving a finger. Yaleriga had to believe that this had something to do with what Aconitum fed him. The boy obviously had some kind of taboo similar to "no cannibalism", which caused him to fall into a deep sleep to this day. Would that cost him his life? Yaleriga wasn't sure, but it was rare that such taboos on "cleanliness" would kill people immediately. She guessed that was why Aconitum dared to do this.
On the fourth night, Dufu still didn't give her the food. He lingered in front of Ji Zangyu's cell for a while, his expression revealing greed. Yaleriga was unable to drive him away. She was bored and a little surprised at the same time. She felt that Dufu's morbid obsession was beyond the normal level, as if he had some kind of addictive reaction after sucking Ji Zangyu's blood. . She suspected that without Wu Touweng's order, Dufu would have eaten the bloody and unconscious prisoner alive.
In the end, Du Fu walked away. Another cold and torturous night came, and Yaleriga huddled in a half-dream, dreaming of Villar in the past, the blue scimitar, and her own mother. A certain warm feeling soaked her, making her feel physically and mentally comfortable, as if she had transformed back into the little girl curled up in her mother's arms.
A certain light made her open her eyes. For a moment she thought she had escaped from prison, because there was no sound of wind in the room and the air was as warm as spring. But then she saw the row of iron bars engraved with spells.
The green moonlight passed through the small window and spread on the walkway between the prisons on both sides. The black iron is soaked by the moonlight, giving it a jade-like luster.
In front of this square inch of moonlight, "she" stood like a phantom.
"Her" red sleeves were flowing like running water, making Yaleriga think she saw the dead soul of "Crimson Vera". Then "she" turned her head, and among the black hair spread like crane feathers, Yaleriga saw a brilliant but empty face.
"She" smiled mysteriously, staring at Yaleriga with her dark eyes, gradually showing motherly love and affection.
"--in this way."
The sound of "her" echoed in Yaleriga's mind like jade.
"Thank you for this girl."
"She" said softly, walked through the railings engraved with mantras, and came to Yaleriga. The long vermilion sleeves flowed towards Yaleriga's horns, and then the face suddenly shattered.
The fragments flew in all directions, and Yaleriga closed her eyes subconsciously. When she opened her eyes again, she had woken up from this strange dream. The sky was bright and a patch of white came in through the small window.
She looked at the cage opposite and found that there was no one there. That boy is dead? Jailbroken? These were the two thoughts that first popped into her head.
Then she heard the sound of chewing coming from next to her.
Yaleriga turned her head. She saw that she had a roommate in the cell. Ji Zangyu, who was bloody and bloody yesterday, was sitting cross-legged in the corner of her cell, chewing wild fruits. His robes were as bright as new, and his skin was smooth and intact.
She stared at him, forgetting her strange dream and even forgetting that she was still in prison. For ten full minutes, the only sound left in the cell was the boy's chewing.
"...Do you want to eat?" the young man asked expressionlessly.
