Yin Hong

After arriving at the gate of the prison, Xiener first got off the carriage and handed the pass to the guard at the gate, and talked to him a few words, then turned around and walked back, saying to them: "Although the pass is valid and allows you to talk alone, But the guard said that only one person can go in at a time."

"Just let Yawen go in." Andre said to him, "Take us to Sabiya first."

Xiener looked at Yawen, nodded affirmatively when he saw him, and agreed: "Okay, then I will send them to Sabiya's manor first, and then come back to pick you up."

Yawen followed him out of the carriage and returned to the front of the two guards. Xiener pointed to Yawen and said, "He's the only one going in."

The guard glanced at Yawen and moved the spear in his hand, "Go in and follow the gatekeeper."

"Thank you." Yawen nodded to Shiner, pushed open the door and stepped in.

The gatekeeper was an old man who looked quite old, hunched over, dangling with a bunch of keys in his hand, the skin on his face was dry and wrinkled, and most of his eyes were covered by loose eyelids.He looked up at Yawen and asked, "Looking for the new guy?"

Yawen nodded, "A pirate."

The old man guarding the door stood up tremblingly, kicked off the hem of his clothes hanging on the ground, and walked slowly down the stairs.Yawen looked at his thin back that was trembling slightly, and followed him.

The smell in the cell was still as disgusting as ever, the damp smell mixed with the thick smell of blood filled every corner of this underground prison.There is no ventilation in the corridor all the year round, and there is no fresh air from outside to take away the smell, so the smell becomes more and more concentrated as time goes by, and when it enters the nasal cavity, it also brings a strong sense of discomfort to those who come in.

"It's here." The gatekeeper stopped in front of a cell door, pointed to the inside of the cell, and then continued to walk slowly back and forth. "After talking, go back the same way, don't take too long."

"it is good."

Yawen agreed, and lightly clasped his hands on the iron rod of the cell door, glanced at the dark interior of the cell, and called softly, "Sancel."

There is nothing inside the cell, only a thick iron plate is mounted on the wall.Sancer was half-kneeling by the wall, his hands were hung high on the iron plate, and a heavy iron chain hung on each of his feet, tightly blocking his movements.He lowered his head, even though he heard Yawen's voice, he didn't raise his eyes, and only responded with an extremely slight voice: "Yawen..."

Yawen laughed silently, "You look much worse than last time."

"I thought I'd never see you again..." Sancel said in a breathless voice, "they almost killed me... I ran away If you come out, you can only save your life by letting the army throw yourself into the trap..."

Yawen looked at him with the help of the light in the corridor. He did have a lot of scars on his body, but none of them looked fatal—after confirming this, Yawen breathed a sigh of relief.

But Sancer's state is still quite sluggish, it seems that he is not sober.

"He has too many people... Even if I kill one... two... ten... still can't get close to him... . . . " he murmured, intermittently, "I couldn't kill him... couldn't touch him..."

"Sancer." Yawen frowned, and whispered his name again.

"...Yarvin," Sancer raised the volume slightly to make his words sound as clear as possible, "...Am I useless?"

Yawen looked at him, feeling an indescribable sourness in his heart, "I never denied you."

Sancer raised his head slightly and looked at Yawen, the original bright light in his eyes almost disappeared, "I have worked hard for so many years...there is only one thing I want to do... ..”

Yawen looked at him and fell silent.

"There is only one thing I want to do... After I finish it, I can have no regrets..." He stared blankly at Yawen, the sadness in his eyes almost disappeared in the next second To pour out, "I can leave...with no regrets..."

He didn't seem to want to wait for Yawen's answer, as if he was just muttering to himself, "I really want to die..."

"Why am I not dead yet..."

"Why am I still alive...Even if I'm alive, I can't kill him...I can't even kill him..."

He half-opened his eyes and smiled, even though his regular facial features were extremely dirty, under the soft yellow light, he still looked like a handsome and peaceful angel.Even though the mud stained his wings, he did not lose the ability to fly—but the light in his eyes at this moment seemed to have fallen deeply into hell, and all the brewing emotions were tightly bound together. Embracing him became even more depraved and desperate.

"Yawen..."

He moved his feet, and the sound of the chain hitting the ground entered Yawen's ears crisply, but at this moment, it sounded as piercing as the whistling of an evil ghost.

"I originally thought...even if I can't kill him, it's fine if I die..." He continued to murmur, uttering every word slowly but clearly, "... ..but on the verge of dying...I regretted it."

"I want to see you."

"Even if I have to die, I still want to see you..."

"...Yawen." He smiled softly, but his laughter sounded extremely bleak.

"Yawen..."

"These chains are so heavy..." His tone was stained with dissatisfaction, "It hurts to press me down."

"It's so uncomfortable... My heart hurts... Yawen..."

"I wanted to die..."

"...why are you here?"

His voice gradually became choked up, and the rolling voice in his throat kept trembling, like the neighing of birds and beasts, the final roar when they slammed into the hunter's knife, echoing miserably throughout the cell .He gradually couldn't restrain his sobs from choking to crying bitterly, crying like a child who just opened his eyes to see the world.

"...I want to live..."

"I want to be with you......"

"Yawen...help me..."

"Yawen..."

Listening to Sancerre's broken cries and every word from time to time, Yawen slowly let go of the iron rod.He had been waiting for a word for too long, so much so that he felt that his hair would be covered with gray hair soon, and he would sleep forever in the not-too-distant future.He is grateful for his patience and determination, his good luck and perseverance, and the thought of giving up never occurred to him.He deeply imprinted this sentence in his heart, as a heavy rain that could redeem his dry heart.

"Yawen..."

"I don't want to die."

☆、Chapter 070