Black Knight From Blue Star

 This is a very beautiful woman.

Even with Hardy's critical eye, the other party is a rare beauty.

Paired with a cool temperament and a long black skirt, she is like a dream comer walking out of the dark night.

Hunter is another term for succubus.

 You can see how attractive this woman is.

 She was almost the center of the entire banquet, but now...the center of the entire banquet has been Hardy.

The woman walked next to Lord Heaton and stared at Hardy with calm eyes.

 Heaton put his arm around the other party's slender waist and introduced: "Lord Hardy of Louisian County, now our most powerful lord in France."

 “You’re flattered.” Hadi smiled, and then said to Sif: “I’m glad to see such a beautiful lady.”

Sif made a ladylike bow and said nothing, just staring straight at Hadi's face.

This place is filled with an unpleasant rancid smell and sour smell.

At this time, Heaton was a little jealous. His woman was staring at other men. What did this look like? He coughed lightly.

 In the small cubicle, candles were lit.

Heaton was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly turned pale.

A tall stone tower is the entrance to the prison. After walking down for more than ten meters, you reach the real underground prison.

Soon, the two people came out of the compartment.

 Hardy’s first reaction was this.

 It is only guaranteed that his father is missing.

Sif then left quickly, walking slowly and slowly, even her steps seemed to have great charm.

Hardy said: "I have a relative who is missing. I have been looking for him for a long time. Only recently did I find out that he died in your prison. Do you know about this?"

 His whole body was shaking.

There is a secret room next to the main hall, which is convenient for important people to discuss things or have affairs with women.

This is also the habit of many lords. The prisoners in prison are all serious criminals, and they feel more at ease if they are placed in a place that they can control.

“Sir Hardy, I really don’t know about this, maybe you made a mistake.”

 It is said that... he was killed by members of the royal family, but it is not entirely certain that this news is true.

 The only son in the family, he has a father, but he disappeared three years ago.

Heaton pinched his nose and almost cried.

Sif looked away, her gray-brown eyes extremely lively: "Then I'll go and entertain the other guests first."

"Why don't you have some fun at the banquet?" Heaton pointed to a few pretty girls in the venue: "They are all local ladies. I believe they will be happy to chat with Mr. Hardy."

 After that, he no longer took this woman to his heart.

 “Very important business.”

Hardy had a straight face now. He didn't know why, but he felt a little scared.

 Until now, Heaton is still imagining that Hardy's intelligence was wrong.

Now that Hardy said that his missing relative died in the prison of his home, it would be strange for Heaton not to be frightened.

Looking at Hardy's serious expression, Heaton swallowed subconsciously, nodded quickly and said, "Then let's find a quiet place immediately."

"It's impossible..." Heaton almost cried.

 Heaton nodded.

 “I’m going to see your prison.”

 The prison is just behind the Lord's Mansion.

There are many women around him, and none of them are worse than this Sif.

 “Okay.” Heaton’s face was blue and he didn’t dare to refuse.

 Hadi’s basic information is actually known to all the lords of France.

This woman is not simple.

 Because he knew very well that once Hardy got angry, the few troops he had on hand would not be able to stop the Nightmare Knight from taking revenge.

He has seen Hardy transform into a Nightmare Knight and kill everyone.

At that time, all these people fled, and no one stayed here to face Heaton together.

"Sir Hardy, I really don't know about this." Heaton is at least this round older than Hardy, but now his legs are shaking: "I really don't know."

 In the densely packed iron fence, the unkempt prisoners looked at Hadi with almost glaring eyes.

 Then he looked at Heaton: "Let's find a quiet place to talk about business, Mr. Heaton."

The jailers stood in two rows, not daring to express their anger.

Then Heaton immediately dismissed the banquet. Although many people were puzzled, looking at Heaton's ugly face, the guests knew that something serious must have happened.

 Someone was howling desperately, trying to attract Hardy's attention.

Some people watched quietly, with numb expressions.

With a crying face, Heaton made a gesture to the jailer next to him, and immediately someone whipped up the screaming prisoners with a whip.

Each time the whip was struck, there was a deep blood mark.

　　The beating made these people howl like ghosts and wolves, and it became even more noisy for a while.

But this situation did not last long, and the prisoners who were in severe pain from the whipping immediately did not dare to scream anymore, even if their bodies were in pain, they did not dare to scream.

 Afraid of getting more beatings.

This underground prison is very large and seems to have two floors.

Hadi glanced at the surrounding jailers and said slowly: "About three years ago, a prisoner came here, accused of being a demon spy. He looks a lot like me... Is there such a person?"

Hiton clenched his fists and prayed to the goddess of light in his heart, hoping that Hardy's intelligence was wrong.

 He was about to speak to a jailer but stopped talking.

Hardy sneered: "If you don't tell me, I will investigate slowly by myself. If I find out, all of you will die. Now that I tell you, I will consider leaving you a way to live."

 At this time, he released his mental power, and murderous intent rolled out.

 Hearing such murderous words, these jailers, like their lords, had their legs trembling.

There was a younger jailer who couldn't stand Hardy's strong mental oppression. He pointed to the stairs and shouted: "He is on the third floor, in the fourth iron cell on the right. After his death, no one collected his body, so he kept putting it there." There it is." Hearing this, Heaton sat down on the ground.

 The crotch of my pants was wet.

 “It’s over, it’s over!”

 Heaton muttered to himself.

Hardy glanced at him, then stepped on the shadow on the ground.

 Joanna got out of it.

 “Naga Assassin!”

 A jailer shouted.

At a glance, Hardy saw that the man was like a duck whose neck was pinched, and his quacking stopped abruptly.

Joanna quickly turned over the two daggers with her hands, and the light from the surrounding torches reflected waves of cold light.

“Joanna, look at this, anyone who dares to run will be killed!”

Joanna nodded, glanced around, and smiled happily.

Hady just covered his nose and walked towards the stairs.

 He quickly went down to the third floor.

It is darker and more humid here.

There were even drops of water dripping from the top of my head.

Hardy walked forward a dozen steps and then stopped in front of an iron fence.

 Inside the fence, there was a white skeleton lying.

There were not even fragments of clothing around the bones. It seems that the owner of the bones was not even clothed before his death.

When Hardy saw the white bones, he knew that this was old Hardy.

Because in the innermost part of this cell, there is a vague soul, squatting in the corner. The traces are very, very faint, and it looks like it is about to disappear.

Hardy took out the long sword from the system backpack, swung it twice, broke the iron fence, and walked in.

 He stood in front of the soul and squatted down slowly.

This soul has a face that is almost identical to Di's, but is more girlish and more 'beautiful'.

As if sensing someone in front of him, the soul's head that had been hanging slowly raised.

 His expression was numb, and his eyes were also numb, without any emotion.

 Such a soul is not too far away from disappearing.

Even if it doesn’t disappear, it’s almost time to forget everything that happened in life.

 But when he saw Hadi, his eyes gradually gained focus and spirituality.

Even the numb expression gradually turned into joy.

 “Lawrence.”

 Hardy called his name.

This soul's eyes became more vivid. He stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the top of Hardy's head.

 The face is full of tenderness and reassurance.

 He was really happy to see his son alive and well.

 But such violent mood swings also exhausted the last bit of old Hardy's soul power.

 His body quickly became transparent and disappeared after just a few seconds.

 Just that gentle feeling still seems to linger in this small space.

 After a long silence, Hardy sighed softly.

 He took out a cloth robe from his system backpack, which was a piece of magic equipment.

 Very valuable.

But Hardy didn't care anymore. He tore the robe open and turned it into a big piece of cloth, spreading it on the ground.

 Place old Hardy's bones on the cloth bit by bit.

 He didn’t think the bones were dirty or smelly.

 After packing up all the bones and confirming that nothing was missing, Hardy tied the cloth into a package and put it in the system backpack.

 Then he walked back to the first floor of the underground prison.

Joanna’s long snake tail was coiled in a circle, and her upper body was sitting on the snake’s tail, looking very imposing.

 The prison seats in a circle around him were all kneeling.

Only Lord Heaton could stand aside, but his trousers were wet and looked ridiculous no matter how you looked at them.

Seeing Hardy, Joanna immediately 'wandered' over to greet him and asked at the same time: "Have you found it?"

Hardy nodded, and then he looked at all the jailers with sharp eyes.

 Finally it fell on Heaton: "Your Excellency, you have to give me an explanation."

Hiton was already extremely frightened, but when he heard Hardy's cold question, he was so frightened that his legs weakened on the spot and he sat directly on the ground: "Sir Hardy, I really don't know what's going on."

Hardy frowned.

This Heaton is so cowardly, he probably wasn't the one who ordered Old Hardy to be arrested.

 Then he looked at the jailer here: "You should know."

The lords were so frightened that they, the jailers, were no better.

 But no one dared to speak.

　　Hardy sneered: "If you don't tell me, then I'll kill them all!"

"Okay." Joanna knew that Hardy was intimidating these people. She showed a cold expression in cooperation, and then stretched out her long snake tongue and licked the blade: "I am best at torturing people. We, the Naga tribe, have a technique that can guarantee that we will cut the opponent with a thousand cuts before the opponent dies. "

 The jailer was so frightened that he almost cried.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the mental pressure and shouted: "It was sent by the lord's wife's cronies!"

Hardy turned his head sharply and stared at Heaton. (End of chapter)