Days and nights of women's clothing in front of the Duke

The straw on the floor smelled of urine, there were no beds, no windows, not even a bucket of water, and a lamp hung on the wall, at first there was a glimmer of light, and when the lamp oil burned out, the entire dungeon was pitch black. Not even the sound of bugs can be heard.

The little nobleman cried for a while after the lights went out, but no one paid any attention.

The mercenaries threw Andy into the dungeon and let him hang like a grasshopper. At first he was happy, he would rather stay in the dungeon than see those mercenaries, but later he began to worry, afraid that he would be like a bug Starved to death in the dungeon, no one cares.

The mercenaries would come to deliver meals once a day, and the door would open to bring in some light, which would disappear when it was closed. The dungeon didn’t have a rising and falling moon, so the time could only be calculated based on this.

The first time the mercenary brought boiled beans and water, the little nobleman didn't reach out to take the plate, and his beautiful little leather boots kicked the pitcher away, furious.

"I don't want these things, I want warm milk and roast meat baked until golden, and tallow candles in silver candlesticks, and prepare me a clean room with soft beds and quilts , and a pool of bath water with just the right temperature, you know I am a nobleman, if you want to get money, you can’t do this to me.”

The nobleman in the silk woven bag raised his head and asked for it.

Andy could feel the contempt of the little noble with his eyes closed, and he knew the result with his butt.

"You don't want to eat?"

The mercenary smiled and moved the plate away. He didn't even say anything bad. He poured the plate of boiled beans on the ground and crushed them with his boots. The light yellow beans were crushed into a piece of black ashes.

"I won't bring you water and food until sunset tomorrow. You can sleep peacefully. Maybe there will be milk and bread in your dreams."

A smile appeared on that grotesque scar face, and he slammed the door shut.

The little nobleman was still resentful, and knocked hard on the broken wooden door: "You bastards! Inferior people! You can't do this to me!"

Andy trembled angrily: "You idiot! Do you think you are still in the castle? I really want to dig your head out and throw it in the cowshed. Children know that they have to bow their heads under the eaves. Rich master, do you want to It's tougher than a knife and don't implicate me."

"Shut up." The little nobleman said angrily, "You poor bastard."

Andy spat, "If you die here, do you still expect the mercenaries to build a gold-paid grave for you?"

The little nobleman was very angry, gasping for breath, walking back and forth with shaky footsteps, knocked on the door twice, clamoring for dinner.

Thirsty and hungry, Andy didn't bother to pay attention to the crazy little noble. He fell asleep in a daze, opened his eyes and couldn't see anything. , Waking up can only be in a daze.

After waking up again, he licked his chapped lips and heard a faint cry.

Andy endured and endured, the growling stomach told him that he should not pay attention to it, but in the dark dungeon, the fear was infinitely magnified, the stupid nobleman was the only companion, his mouth was dry, and his intuition would be the same if he didn't say anything else. collapse.

"Hello." Andy called out, feeling his throat was dry and sore, he was silent for a while, and said to the corner, "Haven't you cried enough?"

This time the voice paused for a long time, as if he was thinking, maybe the nobleman has not fully adapted to his current status, let alone why he was imprisoned with an inferior person for no reason. His usual life made him despise him, but the environment forced him Had to bow his head.

There was a long silence, and then there was a sob and a faint grunt in the suffocating darkness.

"I didn't cry." The little noble said hoarsely, "I'm hungry."

Andy simply didn't know what to say, he should have cursed the little nobleman for his outrageous stupidity, but when he opened his tongue it seemed to be in a knot.

Under the great exhaustion, it was almost difficult for him to think seriously. Andy told himself not to care about the bad-tempered little nobleman, he sighed.

"The beans are not scattered on the ground, you can look for them."

It took a while to hear the little nobleman's slow voice: "My hands are tied."

Andy said in a bad tone, "Then you wait to starve to death."

There was no light in the dungeon, and Andy couldn't judge the reaction of the little nobleman. He waited for a while, and the rustling voice approached. A way to cover up the icy aroma.

"My name is Austin, what's your name." The little noble said hoarsely, "It's too dark, I can't find it, and I still have a bag on my head, so I can't eat anything."

This time the voice was really crying.

Andy was also sad, he was afraid of dying here, no one would come to him, his violin was still in the juggling troupe, it was bought after saving for a long time, he held back his tears, and took a big breath: " Bite a hole with your teeth, do you really want to starve to death?"

The little noble didn't speak.

The voice got a little closer, and one could hear the weakness in the other party's breathing.

"How old are you?" Andy asked.

"14 is old."

So small, Andy said: "I'm older than you, 15 years old."

The little noble was silent for a while, and seemed to be still crying, because Audi heard his short sobs.

Andy has never been very good at comforting others. His friends are all homeless with hearts stronger than chains, and they have never shed so many tears.

"My name is Andy."

Instead of comforting the little nobleman, he talked about other things.

Andy is a bard, he is good at telling stories, and he can sing very well, but right now he is not in the mood, the little nobleman is not yet used to communicating with Andy on an equal footing, and his tone is more or less commanding and contemptuous.

Andy didn't bother to care about it, he picked and said some things about himself.

For example, he was born in an ordinary family in a small town in the south. The family was neither rich nor poor. They had maintained a good life and everything was fine. When Andy was seven years old, his sister was born. It was a very Lovely girl, loved by her parents and Andy.

Andy liked to play with his younger sister. His childhood was carefree until the mine where his father worked collapsed, and more than 50 people were buried, including Andy's father and his mother who delivered meals to him.

The mine disaster caused many children in the town to lose their parents, and many families lost their sons and daughters. Will, the nobleman in charge of the mine, blamed the workers. Cleanup costs, otherwise it is better to let the workers' bodies rot in the mine than let relatives dig.

Andy was ten years old. He followed the adults with his sister on his back all day, seeking justice from the person in charge of the mine, but one month, two months, half a year passed, and the matter was still not resolved.

The grieving relatives couldn't afford to spend any more time with the nobles, so they simply entangled a group of people and prepared to confront Will head-on.

Andy followed at the end. He left his sister at home and ran to the mine with a shovel on his shoulders. He was short and couldn't run fast. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he heard the sound of swords clashing and the screams of adults.

Andy climbed desperately and hid carefully behind the tree. Will's knights drove the uncles and uncles to run, and there were fallen corpses and wreckage everywhere. Andy ran home and left the town with his sister on his back.

Later, he heard that many people died in the mine, and no one asked Will for compensation, so Andy never returned home.