The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "Hey, Zpico. Come to change shifts. Why did you come so early today?" In the castle's dungeon, the morning shift guard Maz threw a bunch of keys in front of Zpico, who was resting on the square table.

　　 There are five guards in the dungeon of the castle, one is the head of the cell, and the other four are divided into two teams to guard the gate, and the other to guard the inner gate and take care of the keys. And Zpico is a member of the Nana team.

　　Zpico raised his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously. Without paying attention to the set of keys, he asked in a chatty tone: "There is nothing in it, right? Maz."

　　 The guard named Maz hung his black uniform on the coat hook. The uniform exuded a musty damp, like a rotten apple.

　　 "What can happen," Maz turned around and said, "I'll be honest one by one."

　　 "Oh, what about the prisoner in the innermost room?" Pizko asked casually.

　　 "The innermost one?" Maz thought for a while, and finally remembered who Pizko was.

　　 "You are talking about the guy named Catherine, he is crazy." Maz said.

"crazy?"

　　 When Maz said that Catherine was crazy, Pizko was anxious to shoot the crime.

　　 "What's the matter with you? Pizko, just a prisoner, do you need to be so anxious?" Maz asked strangely.

　　 "No, nothing. I just think it's weird. Was that guy not okay a few days ago?" Pizko also reacted immediately, just now he was too gaffe.

　　 "I thought I was going crazy the other day. You didn't see him laughing every day."

Generally speaking, the prisoners in the dungeon still eat and sleep like normal people for the first few days and want to find someone to chat, but after a period of time, everyone will become gloomy, lose their appetite, and cannot sleep at night; gradually, they will Like a beast in a cage, walking around in the dungeon, talking to himself; later on, he would cry and laugh from time to time. By this time, the prisoner was not far from going mad.

　　 "What about today? Is there any difference today?"

　　 "Today, guess what I saw? That guy even washed his face with a bowl of water."

　　 The prisoners in the dungeon not only only have a bowl of potato soup every day, but they also drink very little water. They only have a small bowl of clean water every day. The average prisoner is willing to lick his lips only when his mouth is dry. Wash your face with water, that's something a madman would do.

　　 "No wonder Maz thought he was crazy." Pizko thought. If you didn't know a little bit of inside information, you would think that Catherine was crazy.

　　 "That should be crazy," Pizko said after thinking about it.

　　 "So you should be more careful when you are on duty at night, don't give him a bite when you pass the meal." Maz reminded me kindly.

　　 Pizko nodded, indicating that he remembered it.

　　 So after changing his clothes, Maz walked towards the door of the dungeon humming a little song. He was in a good mood because he could sleep well tonight.

　　 Pizko sat quietly, listening to the unpleasant sound of Maz humming a small song. He didn't jump up from his chair until the door slammed shut and looked outside through the keyhole of the inner door.

　　 The outer door is closed, and Maz has indeed left.

　　 So Pizko grabbed the key on the table and hurried towards the innermost dungeon.

　　 He walked to the door of the innermost prison, opened the small window where the food was delivered, then climbed down and tilted his head to look inside.

　　 It was Catherine who was shut in there. Today's Catherine has long lost her original handsome and healthy appearance. He was wearing a jail made of sack, his beard was stubble, and his golden hair had lost its luster. When Pizko observed him, he was sitting with his back to the cell door.

　　 "Are you crazy to wash your face with drunk water. Do you want to be suspicious?" Pizko cursed in a shameless manner.

　　 Pizko took someone else's money. To be precise, Miss Helena's money was collected to save Catherine, and the date of the action is today. So when he heard that Catherine was crazy, he was so gaffe. Because no one can control the behavior of a madman, you don't know when and where he will cause you trouble. Fortunately, Catherine was not crazy.

　　 "You can't go out ashamed," Catherine said.

　　 "You are all a prisoner, so what kind of face do you need." Pizko taunted. Although he accepted the money from the benefactor, he did not give Catherine a good face. Nobles and common people will always look down on each other.

　　 "I am a nobleman, even if I am behind bars, I am a nobleman. My king did not deprive me of my title." Catherine's tone was proud. In Catherine's view, even angering Pizko is an act of blasphemy.

　　 Pizko sneered at the so-called nobility of Catherine.

　　 "Hey, here you are." Pizko took out a round object and threw it in.

　　 The thing rolled to Catherine's side. Catherine picked it up and saw it was an apple, so she took a bite to her mouth. A trace of juice dripped from the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Something is broken."

　　 Catherine chewed a few bites and said.

　　 "Some food is good now," Pizko said gleefully. In fact, Helena Topizko brought a lot of food to Catherine, but because of his vicious psychology, Pizko often had to put it in half bad. And take most of the data as your own.

　　 At this time, there was a sound of opening the door outside. Relying on the ear power that he has trained in the dungeon for many years, Pizko immediately judged that this was the sound from the outer door. He quickly stood up, ran back to the duty room.

　　 "Are they here?" Pizko thought as he ran.

　　 Waiting for Pizko to run back to the duty room, through the observation hole of the inner door, Pizko saw two people in the passage just walking to the door. Both of them wore long cloaks, and the whole body was wrapped in the cloak.

　　 "Pizko, they came to see Tada." The guard at the outer door shouted inside.

Tada is also a prisoner in the castle dungeon~www.NovelMTL.com~ He was originally the horseman of City Lord Feodor. He accidentally mixed iron nails into the oatmeal for the horse during the process of feeding the horse. The horse died of a stomach puncture. He was put into the dungeon by the angry Fyodor, which lasted three years.

　　Although relatives outside Tada would pool money to visit him every once in a while, Pizko knew very well today that these two people did not visit Tada.

　　 "Okay, I see." Pizko replied, opening the door as he spoke.

　　 "The old rule is fifteen minutes." There was another sound outside.

　　 "I got it, just fifteen minutes."

　　 When no sound came from outside, Pizko grabbed one of them by the sleeve, dragged the two inside the door, and then closed the door.

　　 "Are anyone outside suspicious?" Pizko asked.

　　 "No, I said I am Tada's distant aunt." One of them said. If Cheerchen were here, he would definitely recognize that this was the middle-aged Tatar woman who had found him during the day.

　　 "Did he see your face clearly?"

　　 "No. It's so dark, and I shrank in my cloak again, he must have not seen it clearly."

　　 Pizko let out a sigh of relief. He looked at another person and said, "Who is this again?"

　　 Although the words were addressed to the man, it was clear that Pizko asked the middle-aged Tatar woman.

　　 "You don't need to know who I am. Because after this matter, we won't meet again. I don't want to come to this place either."

　　 Before the middle-aged Tatar woman could speak, the man started talking.

　　 What frightened Pizko was that this man's voice didn't seem to come from his mouth, but from the back of his head.

　　 Then, a more terrifying scene appeared. The man fell straight to the ground, and there was another person behind him.