Chapter 413, Those Who Are Forgotten by History

In the dark hall, Semir listened to the words of Little Barney. His eyes swept through every bone in the prison, but there was only a hole in the eyes and confusion. It was like a prodigal son who had been away for many years and returned to him. Family.

"Seven..." he muttered.

I don't know why, Tyres listened to their conversations, but they also felt that their hearts were hollow and uncomfortable.

In the crowd, the solderer coughed softly and walked quickly to Ricky, pointing to the top of his finger:

"The above, my people can't control for too long, but also to prevent possible accidents..."

Ricky ignored him, but the drill attracted the attention of the prisoners.

"Semir, those who come with you, who are they?"

Little Barney was close to the fence, put away the expression of mourning, and stared at the swords of the disaster in the distance, and warned:

"Looking at people who are not official, there is no aristocrat who is like a manager, nor is there a soldier like a bladed camp. It is like a mercenary?"

Ricky frowned, reaching out and waving the solder, indicating that he was not safe.

Belletti in the other cell was also alert: "It's not like escorting you down and catching the fugitive."

What Belletti remembered, his face turned:

"How did you get down, Semir."

Semir slightly frowned and hesitated to answer.

In another cell, Cannon, who had been holding his head and shrinking, looked at so many people outside the cell, suddenly shaking, and screaming at the wall.

"They are helpers," Semir finally spoke up. He calmly looked at the eyes of his former colleagues:

"The only person who is willing to lend a helping hand when I have nowhere to go."

Semir looked at the swords of the disaster and his expression was light.

"Like us, they are also a group of poor people who have their own needs and have what they need."

Cray snorted and patted Josh around him.

"It's also a group of people who don't want to be forgotten by the ruthless history."

Ricky didn't move.

"Fate brings us together," Semir looked back and stared at the little Barney, who was trapped in awkwardness. The words were slightly deeper:

"We were able to resist it."

But obviously, perhaps because of too much torture, his former companions did not respond positively to him.

I saw Little Barney picking up his chin, squinting his eyes, and looking at Semir with a rather bad gesture:

"Why are you here, Semir?"

"Where are you coming back, how come in the bones of the bones?"

"Exiles? Robbers? Rescuers?"

Little Barney said, his eyes shifted to the people behind Semir and began to look at the group of uninvited guests.

"I don't have common light, my vision has deteriorated a lot, but I can at least see that... a group of fierce gods with various weapons looks like they are holding invitations."

"As for a few who don't have weapons...the ones who were kidnapped by them, right?"

Taking advantage of Seymour’s time, Little Barney whispered, and the tone became more and more doubtful:

"And who is that boy? Why do you have to put so many people around him - and whether it is the hood or the person around the dress, go to see him subconsciously?"

Little Barney suddenly slammed his chin and looked at Taylors indifferently, letting the prince get tight.

The brazers he mentioned and Russell were slightly stunned, and had to be in the eyes of Ricky, leaving their men farther away from Tyres.

But when Tyres thought of something, his shoulder suddenly became heavy and his legs were cold.

"Dare to say a superfluous word, kid," Marina pressed against his back, and the blade rubbed against Tyres's pants, cold and cold:

"You are gone below."

Taylors only felt a chilly attack on the spinal cord and never dared to speak.

"No, it doesn't look like protection." On the other side, Belletti in the cell also watched Tyres, his brow wrinkled deeper and deeper:

"I saw it, the young man, he was also kidnapped."

Ricky's face was awkward: the remnants of the Royal Guards exceeded their expectations. They have been struggling for so many years in captivity, but at the moment when they see the light again, they can see the key to the situation at a glance.

Semir’s face was a bit ugly, and he took his eyes back from Tyres:

"Small Barney, Belletti, is a pioneer and a penalty officer, and the observation is still amazing."

Little Barney snorted and stared at Tells:

"What the **** is he..."

"correct!"

Just then, the solder suddenly interrupted and interrupted their conversation.

"Respected Krassu, your plan is to help the former Royal Guards?"

Ricky's brow slightly moved.

The brazier and his two men walked up with a smile and blocked the dialogue between the former Royal Guards about Tyres and slowly approached the prince.

"For a number of reasons, I don't think it's a good idea for your men to be heartbroken with these gentlemen," the brazier blinked at Ricky. "Maybe I can **** our sensitive goods back..."

Tyres looked at the hand that the brazed stretched out, and he was alert.

Until a hollow long sword, lightning bolted in front of the brazier.

"Touch him, the brazier," Cray grabbed the Twilight Sword and stopped the braze from keeping them close to Tyres.

"Don't want your hand."

The smile of the solder solidified.

Russell coughed and slammed into the round.

"You, I think the advice of the brazier is: We are the time to speed up the progress," Northland came to push the solder backwards silently, indicating that the two assassins around the braced put away they did not know when The weapon that was touched, reminded dignifiedly:

"Unexpected accidents can happen at any time, don't forget our situation."

Ricky's gaze turned from them and snorted.

"of course."

"Semir," the leader of the Sword of Sorrow whispered:

"Focus on the task."

Semir nodded.

"As for you," Ricky looked at the brazier, dissatisfied: "We need time."

The braces raised their brows as if they were thinking about it.

But he finally raised his smile and walked back slowly: "Very good, of course."

"Then I am still waiting for you outside, anyway, I am also very concerned about the situation above, need to confirm."

The brac raised his hands and stepped back two steps. This was in the sword of the disaster, and walked out of the hall with his own men.

Russell gave Ricky an apologetic smile:

"They sometimes have anxiousness."

Unconsciously, the mercenaries who surrounded the shadow shield slid the handle of the hand and put away the eyes full of killing.

On the other side of the hall, the prisoners and Semir silently watched the little conflict.

Semir took a breath and seemed to be adjusting his emotions.

"Little Barney, I am very happy to see..."

But Little Barney turned his eyes.

"Who is that?"

The prisoner in the cell looked far away from the back of the solder: "The man in the hood? He didn't feel good about me."

"There is also the person whose nose is upright," another cell, who stared straight at Russell, gnashing his teeth:

"The **** Northland accent - definitely not in the area of ​​the Cold Fort, but more north: from Exeter."

A trip to Lasselton.

Looking at the two skeptical colleagues, Semir sighed:

"It does not matter……"

But a panic shouting broke the oppressive atmosphere!

"Do not!"

Everyone was nervous, the first reaction was to hold the weapon, and then they came back to the truth: it was the people in the prison who were yelling.

"No, no! Little Barney!"

Little Barney frowned.

I saw in another cell, Cannon, who had previously reminded the prisoners that the iron curtain was open, still shook his head on the ground, but could not stop shaking, twitching and shouting in pain:

"Little Barney, I can, I can hear it, just like what I see in my dreams every day..."

His roommate, the former lazy Naki, walked up very quickly and took advantage of Cannon's shoulders, whispering comfort:

"It's okay, Cannon, it's gone, it's gone, everything is fine, everything will be fine, those terrible pasts don't exist, we're fine, that's it..." Naki said, he also God, looked at the ground blankly.

But Cannon is still struggling with death, his eyes closed, and he is crying wildly:

"Their steps, pressing the forefoot, imagining the heel, like a cat... those steps, those voices, those who are only in the dark... like, like those... people! Those people!"

Semir looked at Cannon's appearance in a stunned look, and Barney was frowning.

"They are coming, Little Barney, they are coming!" Cannon yelled in pain, his dirty hair screaming around:

"They are coming to kill them!"

"Like their past..."

Cannon’s cry lasted for nearly a minute until Naki began to slap a little song like the previous comfort, and Cannon finally calmed down.

Semir silently exhaled a breath, looking at the eyes and eyes, the shock was undecided, Cannon, whose chest was ups and downs, deplores:

"When did he become like this?"

Little Bani shook his head like a satire, but his eyes were full of doubts:

"do not know."

"I feel like I wake up one day, he is like this, but it doesn't matter - Cannon's symptoms are light."

Semir was silent for a while.

"Listen, Little Barney, you shouldn't be here," Semir bit his teeth and his eyes fixed:

"You are all respectable warriors, powerful fighters, fearless brave, sharp sharp knives, you shouldn't be here, you will be depressed..."

Little Barney slowly raised his eyes, letting Semelton, who was slightly excited, stagnate.

"Follow me, join us, I can give you freedom, maybe there is enough power," but Semir insisted on telling his proposal and hopefully looked at other people:

"To make up for the mistakes that have been made."

"Even and change this **** world."

The tone of Semir includes strength:

"how about it?"

When the words came out, the prisoners were silent for a moment.

Barney looked at Semir faintly, Tardin and Brit both frowned, and Naki was still comforting the trembling Cannon, and Belletti and Nye had no reaction.

"Freedom, freedom?"

Tarding licked his head and made him look like a clown in the circus. He saw him play his hands in a dramatic way, waving in the air, and his mouth curled out in an exaggerated arc. He laughed: "The big guy. Child, he said, he wants to give us freedom!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

He smiled very exaggeratedly and even had some fakes.

Semir looked at his former colleagues without knowing it.

"what happened?"

No one answered him, only Little Barney shook his head and exulted.

"You know, Semir."

"In those days, each of us insisted that we were not guilty," said Little Barney, bowing his head and saying with a cautious tone: "Refused to plead guilty, so we were sent here."

Semir has a slight change in breathing.

"Unfair treatment and trial," he nodded, showing a reluctant look: "This is the day that they imposed on us..."

But Little Barney jerked up!

"No, you listen to me, Semir!"

"We are at fault, we are derelict, Your Majesty and His Royal Highness, they are killed under our care... But we have no enemies, we are not traitors, the Royal Guard has not betrayed the prince... I always think that at this point, we are innocent."

Little Barney stuck to the fence and almost touched the dangerous magic creation.

But he still squinted, quite nervously looking at Semir outside the cell: "Everyone, including me, is convinced of this, so we clench our roots and how to endure the torture and not let go."

"So we are screaming, blaming and filthy, but still walking into the jail with the back, like a tough guy."

"Because we didn't do it, we didn't do it. It's not sinless."

Semir looked back at him and wondered.

Until the next sentence of Little Barney.

"Until you, Semir," Little Barney's face suddenly twisted, and he stood up violently, hating his teeth: "Until you escaped the escorted team and disappeared beyond our 'firm belief.'"

Semir brows up and down, pinching his fist:

"Little Barney..."

Little Barney suddenly jumped forward and grabbed the fence with both hands!

Everyone, including Semir, was shocked, and Semir was a subconscious step backwards.

"Bani, you..."

"Tell me, Semir," I saw Little Barney clutching the fence, unable to tremble with his fingers, as if he was enduring great pain, but still staring at Semir with resentment: "Why did you want that year? Run away?"

"Leave all your robes, all brethren?"

Snapped!

With a flash of the fence, Little Barney screamed and sat down on the ground.

But he didn't care, just raised his smoking hands and stared at Semir coldly: "Why should we use the coward's move to deepen our sin?"

"Sit our crimes?"

Semir looked at Barney's move in disbelief and turned to look at the other prisoners, only to find that they all looked at themselves with a strange expression.

Sitting on the crime...

Semir looked at countless bones and closed his eyes in pain.

"I……"

He swallowed it, and he stopped talking. He whispered in hesitation and hesitation: "I'm sorry."

"You know, Little Barney, you know."

Semir shook his head.

"Eighteen years ago... I could bear all the costs for that tragedy, whether it was demotion, punishment, torture, exile, or even death."

"But this?"

Semir slammed his eyes and raised the torch, illuminating the surroundings.

The bones, the cells, the dust.

"In the bottomless dungeon, stink, rot, forget, and then silence forever, even the splashes have not splashed?"

"Let our shame and stigma be buried in the ground forever, never make up?"

The expression of Semir became more and more distorted. It seemed that the leader who struggled in the water, for a long while, took the next word from the twitching teeth:

"Do not."

"I reject."

He snarled and stared straight at Little Barney, his eyes full of pain and resentment.

"As you said, we didn't do it, we didn't do it, we shouldn't bear such torture. That's the reason."

Unexpectedly, Little Barney smiled.

I am very happy to smile.

"Yes, you are just a ‘I refuse', just ran away, but now I ran back to jail.”

"So you are the pride of the Royal Guard, dignity, honor," said Little Barney, raising his hand and shaking his shoulders, sarcasm:

"Have you ever poured the blood of the ancient swearing oath?"

Semir was silent for a moment.

For a long while, he paused.

"I was not a royal guard for a long time ago." This time, Semir’s voice was low and his voice was awkward, as if he was telling a shame:

"In our dignity and glory, on that day, the new king and the nobility who were high above, trampled on worthless."

Semir picked up his fists and tightened his arms.

"Kather, he was just a **** before he reached the throne. He couldn't push the entire Royal Guard into the abyss by a rude trial. He couldn't rely on the so-called 'common enemy' to be loyal. Everyone is a traitor, and he is even less qualified to deprive us of the right to wash the snow."

Tyles heard the familiar name and his heart was bleak.

Samuel shortness of breath:

"He didn't."

Semir looked up and looked at the front of her eyes, and the yellow-skinned colleagues were not exposed:

"He is even less qualified, turning us... turning you into... it is like this."

The swords of the disasters face each other, Cray will be interrupted, but once again stopped by Ricky.

The silence in the cell lasted for a long time.

Until Barney laughed out loud.

"What is this?"

Little Barney stood up and took a few steps back with a smirk and spread his hands as if to show his home.

"Hahaha, you know a fart."

With a chilling smile, he slowly said: "Fart."

Semir glimpsed: "What?"

I saw a small bunny snoring:

"You don't even know what day we are here."

Little Barney stepped forward and opened his mouth with hate:

"You haven't endured the boundless silence and darkness. I haven't heard everyone's desperate mourning and crying. I haven't seen my companions die in the cell of the dark day. I haven't eaten the rancid cockroaches that have smashed the dead bodies. I haven't tasted them. Drinking water with a big smell."

Every time he said a word, the prisoners had different rebellions, or gritted teeth, or fists, or convulsions, or painful walls.

Barney stared at Semir with resentment and pointed to the neat piles of hens in several cells:

"You haven't tried to be a pioneer, as a member of the highest guard in the prison, standing here, across the fence, one after another to the dead robes."

Little Barney almost bites his teeth:

"Thirty-seven times."

"thirty-seven!"

The prisoners looked at Semir with a wave of dead eyes.

Let him pale.

Little Barney adjusted his breath and shook his head indifferently.

"At the end of the day, when I sent away a few people, I had nothing to say," said Little Barney, who had left the "tomb" with only a few bones exposed in front of Semir:

"Not only because the word is poor, but also because I am already numb. Their former voices and smiles in the sun are gradually blurred and faded. Only those who are left in my mind are crying and crying. ""

"I can't, can't see the next person again, sink in this boundless hell."

Little Barney stood in the same place.

Taylor lowered his head and sighed silently.

"And you," Little Barney looked up in sorrow, and the shackles in his eyes slowly turned into hate:

"You? You run away halfway, let us be more cowardly cowards."

"What qualifications do you have, come here to save us from the savior?"

Semir seemed to have been hit hard by a punch, and his face stepped back.

He breathed in a big mouth.

"Little Barney, I can only say, I am sorry."

"And I can make up now..."

But Little Barney suddenly roared: "No!"

"No, Semir," looked at Semir of the gods, and Barney took his throat and shook his head slowly:

"For more than ten years, I thought for a long time, and finally I figured out something, and just now, you reminded me of some things."

He spoke and walked to the wall with disappointment.

"Thirteen years ago, that trial might not be fair to some people, but it was not without reason..."

Semir slightly frowns:

"What do you mean, Barney?"

Little Barney snorted with a smile and his face was full of indifference.

"Cannon may be crazy, become sensitive, suspicious, mad, and sullen. We can't sleep well all day long, and it's fucking."

Little Barney pointed to the cell of Cannon and Naki.

"But it doesn't blame him. For eighteen years, he can dream about that day almost every time he dreams. The assassins tore off the camouflage and jumped out of the crowd. The killers invaded the palace, showing the fierce blade and fighting with us. together……"

Little Barney faintly said: "It's like a shadow."

He deliberately bitterly repeated:

"shadow."

Taylors reacted suddenly, what he just said was...

With the words of the little Barney, Cannon re-emerged, and Nai painfully scratched his hair, and Buri made an unspeakable "squeaky" sound, which was stopped by Tarding, only Naki and Belletti. The two were silent and listened quietly.

"Little Barney, you..."

Little Barney shook his head gently and interrupted the incomprehensible Semir.

"In the boundless darkness, Cannon dreamed for eighteen years," Barney leaned against the wall, sighing innocently:

"He was the detective in the Guards. He was very clear. He was in the dark for 18 years. His vision may have deteriorated. His spirit is sensitive and he blows up, but his hearing is not necessarily."

Little Barney said that he suddenly turned his head and his eyes were stunned: "And I believe that he is impressed and can dream of the murderers."

Cannon hid in the palm of his hand and made a call like a weeping.

Semir seemed to figure out what he was doing, and he stared at Little Barney.

"Now, you tell me, Semir," Little Bani held the wall and stood up again:

"Why are you going to be with the hooded guy..."

He looked up coldly and walked to the front. When he was separated from Semir by a column, he slowly reached out and pointed to the swords of the disaster in the distance.

"...mixed with the despicable assassin of a Shadow Shield?"

There is still a second one, and I will update it tomorrow. (Nobody is voting anyway (smear tears) anyway~)

(End of this chapter)