Chapter 418 Penal Knight

The iron curtain was completely lowered, and the fire shone into the space behind the fence, reflecting a figure that was half-squatted on the ground.

Ricky and Semir stood in front of the cell and stared at him intently.

Thales narrowed his eyes and saw the man in the cell under the faint light.

It was a middle-aged man with a good age, stumbled on the ground behind the fence, his hand on his chest, his head constantly shaking, and he kept talking.

"Of course, I will take my duty, I will face my guilt..."

As if I didn't hear the iron curtain falling, I didn't see the fire flashing.

No wonder, Ricky would say it sounds like a prayer.

but……

Tyres looked at the man slyly: What is he doing?

Ricky and Semir looked at each other again and they were puzzled.

"Sac... Saciel?" Semir asked with a touch of emotion and stepped forward.

With his previous experience, he was especially careful this time and didn't even expect to respond.

But the man responded.

Kneeling on the floor, the muttering man slowly stopped talking in his mouth.

He slowly raised his head, and the amount of shoulder movement was as small as the portrayal of the heavy load.

As he looked up, Taylors saw his appearance.

Brown hair, long face, sharp outline.

It seems that even a little old man looks like a younger one.

Obviously, compared with the seven sullen and filthy former Royal Guards members who were detained above, the man managed to be "good", at least his hair was not as long as his chest, and his hair was cut sharply. Traces, and the chin's beard does not become a bird's nest, but left a few short inches, even at first glance, not very thin and thin.

In the center of his forehead, the "S" brand of a fleshy valgus is clearly distinguishable.

If it weren't dirty clothes and stained faces, and the same odor that couldn't be underestimated, it was hard for Taylors to suspect that the person in front of him was a prisoner.

The man stared at the fire in front of him, narrowing his eyes and revealing doubts.

After a few seconds, he raised his palm to stop the glare, and it seemed to have just reacted.

"Light...and sound?"

The middle-aged man showed a faint expression and looked a little dull.

"And who else?"

But very quickly, the man re-hid his face behind the palm of his hand, with his head on the ground, the whole person curled up on the ground, making a painful whine.

"No no no..."

Semir and Ricky looked at each other with surprise, not so.

The middle-aged man who buried his face in his hand made a vague inquiry: "Is this another test for you?"

"Sa...you..." Semir took a step forward and looked at the reaction of the people in front of him in an incredible way. After he stopped talking, he finally took his words:

"What test?"

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head.

"The test before the eyes."

This time, the long-faced man's face was tense. He finally turned his gaze to three guests: "Three, looking like a living person, both of them are wearing weapons, and one is young and young."

"What is this, the opponent that must be knocked down, or the hostage that must be saved?"

"I still use the illusion that I hope to cast, and lead me into the trap of despair?"

The three people mentioned have a glimpse.

Suddenly, the long-faced man turned his face again. He turned to Ricky outside the cell, frowning and serious:

"Hey, are you a demon?"

The torch on Ricky's hand shook a little.

The sword of the disaster bites his teeth, and he looks at his companion unclearly: "He is this..."

Semir shook his head, but his expression was heavy and his eyes were painful.

The long-faced man did not seem to ask them to answer. He took a deep breath and climbed up from the ground to smile.

"I have to admit, I always see them: the legendary devilish demon, the monsters in the **** are not seen."

"They's finger claws have been scratching in my heart, the tongue has never stopped whispering in my ear, and the eyes have long been stalking in the dark, every minute, every second, changing their own scenes, trying to seduce me into the abyss , falling into hell."

The man leaned against the wall, his eyes looked deep into the distance, seemed to be talking to them, and he was talking to himself: "They will tell us this way: give up, accept, compromise..."

"There is no hope in your world anyway..."

Semir couldn't take it anymore. He took a step forward and the torch illumined the man's face and shouted out his name: "Sackel!"

The sound is loud and shakes the hall.

The long-faced man in the cell is alive!

He stagnated, and his confused eyes slowly focused.

"Sa, gram, ang, er?" The middle-aged man slowly repeated almost syllables.

Semir bit his teeth, and his heart rose inexplicably, and he waved the torch and made it burn more vigorously.

"Correct!"

Semir struck the fence with a torch and pulled out a piece of Mars: "It's me! Semir!"

"Wake up!"

"'The penalty knight' Sacker!"

The man named Sackel stopped.

He breathed slowly and raised a doubtful statement: "Penal Knight?"

But then, Sackel shook his head and laughed loudly: "In the past, yes, in the endless years, the devils in the heart always like to use this to confuse me... the glory of the past, the regrets of the past, the past Remorse, but those are fake, they are things that deceive me and want me to believe."

Speaking, Sakuel seems to be whispering to himself:

"Maybe I am not perfect enough, maybe I am not strong enough, maybe I am not strong enough, so they will be once again organic, follow the record, try to defeat me, beat me... but at least my heart is happy: my consciousness To their existence, and know that we must have a battle with each other."

The communication failed, and Semir looked at the person in front of him with a faint sigh.

Ricky suddenly noticed that Tyres on the side looked at the man who seemed to be not normal, and he kept his eyes open.

It seems to think of something.

But Sakuel said and said, his expression slowly changed.

"But, yes, I will cheer up, I will remember that I have lived with the most powerful rivals, and I have dedicated myself to the most noble ideas, and everything in front of me is just a lost road."

The smile of the middle-aged man slowly disappeared and his breathing accelerated.

He seemed to think of something, grabbed his hair with both hands, and fell to the ground again.

The man licked his lips and trembled:

"Wait, Sac El, Sac El, Sac El?"

The people outside the cell looked at him like this, but I don’t know how to be good.

Suddenly, Sackel’s eyes lit up!

"Yes, Sackel!"

The man’s eyes sizzled and his face turned instantly!

"Ah!"

Sakuel roared and grabbed his hair and sipped:

"Get out of my mind!"

His snoring was high and his movements were great. The three people in front of the cell had to subconsciously step back.

But Sackel’s madness is not over.

"Dirty and filthy monsters! Despicable sluts! Devils and devils! The trick of sinister evil!"

I saw the man in the cell screaming at his head and kneeling on the ground:

"I am Imanu Sakuel, the glorious Ludolur! The noble empire is walking in the noble descendants of Shawen's homeland! The ancient knights who came from the pioneers of Comoros!"

Tyres stared at the other side of the crazy state, and he did not pay attention even if he shouted.

Immediately, Sackel squeezed his fists and broke out of the muscles, slamming the ground!

Boom!

Saciel's appearance is getting more and more crazy, his roaring reverberates in the hall, letting Semir and Ricky change together.

"I am the imperial knight and honorary lord of the Star Kingdom! The penalty officer of the Royal Guard, the watchman, the guardian of the throne, the custodian of the royal treasure..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He glanced at his fists in a moment, and his eyes seemed to contain anger that ordinary people could not bear.

"The world has given me the name of 'the penalty knight' - I am bound to severely punish the sin, and the punishment is not good!"

Sakuel called out in pain, and seemed to be a little tired after a while, but he just stopped the action of the squatting, but the whole person stood up and threw himself on the fence!

"What are you! Dare, dare to touch my spirit and will!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at the empty void of nothing, and the hands holding the railing could not tremble: "Ah, ah, ah, roll!"

"You want to destroy me!"

The three people outside the cell watched the maddening scene of the prisoners in amazement, and they looked at each other and were at a loss.

"I am bound to defeat you, defeat you, destroy you - and die with the enemy, do not hesitate!"

Sakuel's madness seems to have reached its apex. He holds the fence and screams hysterically.

Finally, the light smoke between the railing and the palm of the hand gives a bright glow.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, Sakuel, who was insane, fell to the ground and did not move.

The hall replied quietly.

The three people outside the prison held their breath and did not return to God.

"I thought, I thought that Barney was serious enough," Semir tried hard to look back: "But I didn't expect that even Sarkel would be such a strong warrior, he would become... become ......"

He can't say it anymore.

Ricky snorted and looked at the cell disdainfully, looking at the shadowless figure on the ground, complementing Semir’s words:

"Become a madman."

silence.

Until a slightly tender voice broke the silence.

"Not a madman."

Ricky and Semir looked back in surprise and looked at the words of Tyres.

I saw that the prince was watching the people in the cell at the moment, but there was a pain in his eyes that did not know where he came from:

"He just... just live in another world... a world different from us."

Tyres is hard to say.

Complicated feelings.

Ricky looked at the prince with strange eyes.

"He was held alone for 18 years," Semir sighed:

"This is not his fault."

However, after a few seconds, a dull sound that they didn't expect was ringing again from the cell.

"If you shut the coward for eighteen years, he will not become a brave."

Compared with the previous one, this male voice has a firmer and thicker.

"But you shut the strong man for 18 years and let him face his heart," I saw Sakuel climbed up from the ground and struggled to hold the wall:

"He will only grow stronger."

The current prisoner, once the Royal Guards watchman, Sakuel turned a light but indifferent face, but his eyes were very clear, facing them across the fence.

The three men were surprised to see Sakuel, who spoke again, remembering the performance of the latter, and staring at him in a suspicious manner.

"He is talking to us..." Ricky looked at the prisoner and turned back and asked Semir unbelievably.

But Semir only stared at Saciel in the prison and didn't answer.

I saw Sakuel snoring and staring at the three people outside.

There is no such thing as a crazy state.

Tyres, who was swept by his sight, only felt nervous.

But the prince is not sure whether the prisoners at the moment are rational.

“Is there any other person?”

Sakuel’s boring voice is a bit low and full of a sense of rhythm: “So...Is there a visitor today? It’s rare.”

The three men looked at each other and finally confirmed that this long-faced man was talking to them.

Semir looked shocked at the prisoner's eyes:

"Sackel? You are fine..."

"Don't worry about me, I am sober now, I haven't seen it for too long," Sacker frowned and patted the railing, then rubbed his palm, obviously not very comfortable:

"This stuff is quite easy to use."

"As for just, it’s just a process that must pass every day... maybe it may seem strange, but nothing."

Indeed, at the moment, Sackel looks very normal.

Normally it is a bit too much, some...not like a person who has been in prison for 18 years.

Ricky stared at him distrustfully, with a bit of irony:

"Somewhat strange? Are you sure?"

"Another journey," Sackel responded coldly to him, then looked at Tells in particular:

"As you said, children, another world, a different world."

His eyes were very dull, but they always let Tyles subconsciously pinch their fists and tighten their muscles.

This person...he is in this state, it is legendary...

Penalty Knight?

But Semir and Ricky looked at each other with concern.

"Do you want to ask?"

Semir bowed his head and said: "He doesn't necessarily recognize me. I am not sure if he said something in this state..."

Cossack apparently heard their whispers.

The penalty knight gave a soft laugh in the prison, and he shook his shoulder against the wall.

"A long time ago, I didn't tell you," Sacker said with a sigh of relief on his wall, squinting his eyes and looking at his fingernails by fire.

“Many times, you have to fight yourself, and this enemy called ‘self’ is very powerful.”

He clenched his fist and seemed to turn to Semir

"But you just can't give up, Colin Semir."

"you can not."

Semir’s look changed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

He took a breath and took a step forward, a little excited.

"Sackel, you, do you still recognize me?"

Sacker pulled his mouth and loosened his fist and began to look at the nails of the other hand.

"I recognize everyone in the Guard and still recognize the brand on your face," he grabbed a tool like a stone knife, and no one left, gently grinding his index finger:

"As I said, I am sober now - after all, the fighting sounds from the top layers are not always there."

Ricky looked at his calm movements and looked more dignified.

Sakuel blew his fingernails flattened with a stone knife and looked at Semir from afar.

"You just said, eighteen years, right?"

Semir shook his cheek.

Eighteen years.

Ricky and Tylers are moving: This is what they said when they were "mad" in Saciel. The latter actually remembered it all?

"So, fugitive Colin Semir."

"Twenty-eight years, they finally caught you, sent it below and waited for it to rot..."

Saciel squinted at his old colleague:

"Or you broke the rules and the law again, not too ‘legitimate’ to appear here?”

Taylors re-evaluated the legendary character of the Royal Guard who looked at it, thinking about what kind of person he was.

Semir licked his lips and experienced a previous "reunion" of the Guard. He already had no idea how to speak.

Ricky, who has always suspected, said: "Very good, he can talk."

"Although it is still not normal."

He nodded to Semir: "Try it."

Hearing the leader of the sword of the disaster, Sakuel’s eyes passed over Ricky and Tyres, and the eyes flashed, thinking.

Semir took a deep breath and euphemistically and seriously said: "Sakuel, listen, for eighteen years, you shouldn't be trapped here, we are here..."

But Sackel quickly interrupted him.

"Jailbreak, save people, treasure hunt, revenge, suicide, atonement, confuse," the former Guard of the Royal Guard sneered: "The purpose of your presence here is nothing more than these."

He propped his body from the wall and turned his head.

"Which is not interested," Sacker did not return, cold and cold:

"You can go."

At that moment, Ricky and Semir stopped.

Both of them were stunned by his uncooperative attitude.

However, Sackel did not look at them, leaving only a heavy and slow back to the people behind him.

The three people outside the cell face each other.

I saw Sakuel in the prison touched his rough chin and whispered with a little regret: "Yeah, maybe..."

"I should shave."

(End of this chapter)