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

The dungeon is not a regular square, combined with the living conditions of the mercenaries, it is likely to be a primitive mud pit dug out temporarily without any reinforcement or repair.

Andy groped carefully, and his palm touched the wet soil. In the darkness, a strong smell of water came over his face. He couldn't help showing a pleasant smile, and began to consider an escape plan.

He would not resign himself to fate, and pin all his hopes on the mercenary suddenly showing kindness. God would not joke like that who would sympathize with a poor man for no reason.

Andy can't die here, Anne can't do without him at all, the little girl is smart and lively, kind enough to be tricked by a sheep, Andy has warned her many times, but when she sees her happy, tied a bow on the grass I couldn't help muttering as I sang on the Internet.

Maybe it's not so bad, little girl, of course she's a little stupid.

He comforted himself with peace of mind, then grinned strangely, and raised his fists at the liars who deceived the little girl: "Go and return the sandwich to her, and then say that you are very grateful for her help, but now that you have found a new job, you won't do it again." Need to eat free food."

There is no rule that the children of the poor cannot be naive. Everyone is working hard to make a living, and girls will work hard to improve the life of the family. But since Andy can support himself and his sister, he hopes that Annie can have a life, Just like when mom and dad were still around.

Annie is a good boy, diligent and thrifty, saving money to make delicious pumpkin pies, and taking care of Andy. He hopes that Andy will not fight.

"I can sew clothes to support you, brother, the ladies all like the flowers I embroider."

Andy pinched her face rudely, showing off the muscles in his arms: "It's an adult's business to make money."

Once, Andy agreed to join a mercenary group for gold coins. At that time, he only wanted to make money, and he was full of evil thoughts towards the nobles.

As a result, when he returned home on the first night of stalking, his always gentle and lovely sister fought with him for the first time.

"They're not nice people."

"Those nobles are not good people, so what's wrong with me following them."

Annie blushed with anger, and Andy found a teacher for her to teach her to write. The generous Andy defended, argued for a long time, gave up and generally said: "You are simply unreasonable."

Andy was more angry than him, and kicked down the stool: "Don't scold me with words that you don't understand."

Annie picked up the hanger: "Then I will talk in your way."

"Brother, what will you become if you continue like this." After the one-sided fight, she couldn't speak clearly, but she still insisted on saying the words that broke Andy's heart: "It will become very bad, the more There is no bottom line, at first you can't do anything, but slowly, you will, in that environment, you will become as bad as that person."

That person is the shadow that Andy and Annie keep silent about.

Andy couldn't say anything to refute. He didn't go to the mercenary group again. He took Annie to run all night in fear of revenge. Later, he heard that the mercenary group was wiped out by the red knight and his head was hung on the city wall. Andy didn't tell Annie.

Annie is a good girl, and the extra goodness can even be shared with him. Such a person should not have a scum brother. Andy is not a good person, but he can't take a step to become a scum.

Andy curled his lips, touched the little nobleman's side, and ruled out those unpleasant factors. This may be a helper, after all, one cannot dig a tunnel overnight.

The proud little peacock lost all its hair and was crying sadly in the corner. When Andy's arm touched him, he shrank into a ball.

"What do you want to do!"

"It's nothing, if you cry a little longer, maybe you can fill the dungeon with tears, and then drown those bastards when they open the door."

The little nobleman raised his voice: "I didn't cry."

"Oh, that sounds like you're having a good laugh."

"You!" The little nobleman was silent for a while, and said angrily, "Insulting a nobleman will lead to imprisonment."

"Then I want to insult you well. I really hope that the Red Knight can take me to prison immediately. There is food, drink and light there. I can be released after being locked up for a year or so at most, which is much better than staying here. gone."

After speaking exaggeratedly, Andy sat down on the straw. Facing the dark void, he seemed to catch the faint sound of breathing. The little nobleman didn't answer, knowing that his poor vocabulary couldn't beat this poor man who talked too much.

Andy had a spoon in his hand, which was hard. He threw it under the dining table during the fight just now. He picked it up and hid it in his clothes. It just happened to be useful at this moment.

Andy closed his eyes and carefully recalled the details he knew. He touched the wet wall. The dungeon was not very deep. It had an earthen structure and was reinforced with wooden pillars. The location of the dungeon was likely only ten feet deep.

There is a vent at the top of the slope, which is too high to reach. The texture of the soil is special and not easy to collapse, but it is not very hard. If you dig a tunnel on the slope, you may be able to escape.

However, without tools, it takes at least two or three days of digging without sleep.

Andy hammered the wall angrily, and when he dug the tunnel, the corpse had been cold for more than a day.

"boom."

Austin raised his head suddenly, hesitated for a moment, rubbed his red eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The voice paused for a while.

"Well, it's nothing, well, goddamn it, I mean you come here for a while, but don't make a fucking noise, yeah, keep your voice down."

Austin didn't know why, so he thought for a while between walking over and staying where he was, then slowly stood up, groped the wall and walked over, he felt uncomfortable all over, especially his stomach, but no matter how stupid he was, he knew Andy saved him.

Out of gentlemanly morality, he can't give back with gold coins, so he should at least be kind in terms of politeness and attitude, so he said: "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, honestly I'm not sure, I have an idea, but I'm not sure, it's an old problem, I can always screw up when I'm lucky, I can't be the first to see, you come over and make sure , Is this a fucking hole? I mean authentic, for escaping."

Austin was in a fog, and he frowned, puzzled by the other party's strange wording.

"Where?"

"here."

The voice was a little restless and impatient, and Austin was not sure. He just wanted to tell the other party that when describing a certain place or something, using here or there, this or that, is a very imprecise and stupid wording.

But the other party obviously lacked the patience to explain. He grabbed Austin's hand and almost screamed in shock, but considering the situation, he forcibly endured it.

"At this."

The boy's palm was warm, leading him to touch a piece of wet mud with a strange texture, covered it with straw and cloth, uncovered it, and poked in along the edge, it seemed to be a hole.

Austin's arms were trembling, he was short of breath, and he was confused: "What is this? What is it used for?"

"I guess it's some bad luck, it looks like I'm not the only one trying to dig out here." Andy said, "I've never believed in luck, but it looks like the goddess has favored me once, okay. "

He couldn't see anything in the dark, but the little nobleman heard the rustling sound. He squatted down slowly and groped for the hole. His predecessors covered it with a piece of wall covering made of straw and cloth, and dug a hole. Knowing how long it has existed and how long it has been dug, the unlucky ghost probably died before he had time to escape.

The hole is a bit narrow, and adults can't get out, but Andy and Austin, two teenagers, can.

"Let's see how deep the hole is," Andy said. "I hope he's more than that."

"Are we going to escape? Is there anything I can do to help?" Austin began to fear being left alone.

Andy didn't spit out the sarcasm that was brewing, and he was not born to sarcasm others. He took out a spoon from his arms and flicked it lightly.

"If we don't dig through, we'll take turns digging, and those who stay behind will be responsible for keeping an eye on them, spreading the dug mud evenly on the ground and covering it with straw, understand?"

The little noble didn't hesitate: "Okay, I will help."

Before escaping, everything else became unimportant. Andy couldn't see the expression of the little nobleman, and felt a little regretful. It was rare for him to humiliate an arrogant rich man, but he couldn't see that face.

Forget it, this time was lucky enough, Andy tightened his trousers, carefully took off the wall covering, climbed into the hole, a stuffy and foul smell entered his nostrils, he was almost fainted, so he simply blocked his nose, Climb forward slowly.

The hole was slanted upwards, and the walls of the hole were uneven, but after digging a long distance, the soil became more and more damp. Andy thought of the small river, and slowly retreated when he reached the top.

Crawled out first thing.

"Now, take off your shirt, I'm going to make a rope out of my sleeve so you can remind me."

Andy thought that the little aristocrat would have to grind for a while, and was ready for violence, but he didn't expect the other party to respond immediately, and handed over a warm silk jacket.

"..."

Digging a hole is not an easy job. People have to squeeze into the narrow hole, experience the double pressure of suffocation and fear, and pay attention to the rope hanging on the feet, and keep vigilant so that they can exit the hole in time when the guards come Come on, camouflage the walls.

But the actual situation was much better than Andy thought. He dug for four or five hours, and the rope never moved once. Andy died in a burrow.

"Is it almost ready?"

When he was resting, he was lying on the ground gasping for breath. The little nobleman asked him, and Andy reckoned: "It should be soon." He is afraid of many people, and he cannot speak out about his inner fear.

Just a guess, a hunch, he is getting closer and closer to success.

Surprisingly, the mercenary came once, the light came in, the mercenary like a wine barrel stood at the door, and took away the little nobleman alone, that guy was afraid of death, couldn't help crying, trembling It looks like a quail, and its eyes are full of silent pleading for help, and there is also a kind of secret trust.

Andy saw the pale face clearly, and moved his fingers calmly, which meant to swear before the goddess of the moon. The little noble received it, pursed his lips, said nothing, and turned back with fear .

The door closed, the light disappeared, and Andy was caught in a dilemma. He should have continued digging without hesitation and escaped, but some kind of more complicated emotions made him not want to abandon his companions. He struggled and cursed a few times. In other words, stay in the dungeon honestly.

Maybe the little nobleman was taken away by someone who paid the ransom.

Andy thought, wait an hour, and I'll run away if he doesn't come back.

In fact, Andy's conscience saved him. In less than 10 minutes, the little nobleman was brought back. Andy didn't even see who came in, and the door was slammed shut.

"Austin?"

"What's wrong." Weeping nasally.

Andy let out a long breath: "I think it should be possible to dig out. I will climb ahead and follow me."

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