The Happy Life of the Abandoned Prince

If one word could be used to describe Fergu's mood, it would be a fucking dog.He had already planned to coax Connor well a day ago, especially knowing that this "director" had no real intention of finding the real culprit for Sam.It's a pity that he doesn't know what FLAG is. If he knew, he wouldn't have prayed like that at the beginning.

The butcher has been imprisoned for more than two years. He belongs to an old resident of St. Van Sole. In this place where the weak eat the strong and there may even be monsters like tea bags, it is very important to exercise your body. Fortunately, The butcher has a good body and a scary nickname.

"Pig butcher, what did you turn around and ask?"

As for what is not important to ask, Fergu looked at the impatient prisoners in front of him in a happy mood. These guys who have a good relationship with Sam should have no useful information that has not been revealed in time, but what is this? Woolen cloth?According to his guess, the mysterious roommate will soon lose interest, turn around and leave this ghost place, never to be seen again.

For Fergut, being roommates with Connor is a terrible thing. The fear that flows through his body makes him feel like suffocating pain. This kind of object that is difficult to understand and cannot be avoided is only It will increase his anxiety, and the thought that he will be relieved soon has a desire to raise his head when he is holding his breath underwater.

Connor tried his best to maintain a peaceful posture, but there are two types of bad guys in these prisons, those with long eyes and those without long eyes. Those who know Connor's strength will shy away. He actually spoke insultingly to Connor, he opened his mouth and showed the protagonist that kind of squinting eyes, so he encountered the quicksand decapitation technique, only one head was exposed outside, like a big potato.

"These idiots!" Connor held his forehead helplessly.

Fergut kept silent as much as possible, because of Connor's violent actions, there were fewer and fewer blind guys, and more and more heads were buried on the ground. He didn't know why the jailers were all against this obviously prohibited He turned a blind eye to his behavior, but in any case, he would not ask why.

As the sun sank, Fergu's mood became more and more relaxed. He knew that after this night, he lost that terrifying shackle.

First of all, he has to make good use of the hanging picture of the beauty, for a real relaxation.Maybe he should pay attention to the high-end pastries that the "director" left for him.

"I said butcher, you turned around and asked, did you meet a female ghost again?" asked the hateful golden light party.

"of course not."

"I heard that anyone who sees that white female ghost will die, maybe it will be your turn next!" Golden Light Party laughed gleefully.

Fergu smiled and didn't take it seriously, which made the bad liar feel very bad.He yelled behind the butcher, "Pig butcher, I know the female ghost is after you! You are finished!"

At night, the mysterious "director" took out a book and read it under the bright light. As long as Phil was old and honest, the other party would not talk to him, but in the end the butcher couldn't help it, and asked : "What are you looking at?"

"Paladin Roland." Connor replied without raising his head.

"Hmph, it's all a trick to deceive children." Fergu snorted. "We Kismir parents lied to us from childhood with his story."

"How can I lie to you? Could it be that the stories about Roland entering the Great Labyrinth for the Trial of the Brave or fighting against the Barbarian King are false?"

"They told us that we can become great heroes like Roland in the future. Probably all Kismir boys are educated in this way. But when we grow up, we realize that we can only become shit." Fergu said with a disgusted expression .

"Because all parents think their children are the best in the world." Connor didn't refute.

This night, Fergu should have fallen asleep easily, because the mysterious roommate had already left and probably would never come back again.But I don’t know why Fergu, who was completely relieved, was still very clear-headed until midnight. Maybe it was because he had gotten rid of this mysterious roommate, or maybe there was something wrong with the drink brought back by that roommate at night. The bottle was said to be a special juice It tasted surprisingly good. He recalled what was strange about the taste, but found nothing.

In the middle of the night, the strange footsteps sounded again, ta, ta, ta, God damn Harvey!Fergu cursed under his breath, waiting for the footsteps to start to go away.But that footstep has been standing at the door, as if observing the movement of the cell.

Fergu was a little uneasy, he suddenly remembered that there was one person missing in this cell, and hurriedly got up from the bed.That hateful little man Harvey will soon be blowing his flute and taking the giant stick and rolling it over his head...  

Hope he's not too angry.Fergu opened his eyes and raised his hands to explain everything. What he saw was not Harvey, but a white thing with two bloody eyes on the "face", staring at him at the door of the cell.

Fergut is not a timid person, he will not lose his composure because of invisible things and strange gossip, but facing the sight of a ghost still breaks through his psychological bottom line.He howled and screamed, but found that his legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up. The butcher ran towards the corner of the cell crying, as if it would be heaven if he could run a little longer, but the strange thing broke through without any obstacles The fence is approaching.

"I really want to die." The butcher heard a voice, and at this time his hands couldn't help but grabbed his neck for the first time, and he was horrified to find that his actions at this time were the same as Sam's death method.

I want to die.

"Let me go." Fergu cried, and the woman's bleak voice kept echoing in his mind, and he squeezed his neck tightly while crying.

Why is this happening?He felt out of breath, his vision quickly turned red, and then gradually turned black, and gradually his brain became blank.

why me?I didn't do anything outrageous.

In a moment, his hands lost strength. Felgu, who had escaped from the catastrophe, lay on the ground like a dead dog. He raised his head and saw his roommate standing in front of him. At this time, his figure was very tall. Holding a gleaming blue magic sword, just like the great hero paladin Roland in memory.

"You came to save me?"

"Yeah, what is this?" The white thing had been chopped into pieces by Connor, and then disappeared into a puff of blue smoke.

"That's a ghost! The ghost that killed Sam! It's the female ghost here!" Fergu yelled and jumped up. He didn't care that this was a prison with thousands of people, but after the impulse, a terrible chill hit .

The entire prison was still quiet, filled with snoring, teeth grinding, and dream talking, as if Fergu's yelling did not exist.