Twin Flag City.
The city lord's mansion was heavily guarded and brightly lit.
Previously, the true city lord's mansion was blown to pieces during the attack by [ Snow Mountain Hermit ] and his illegitimate son. After King of Chambord Alexander and other Chambord people left Twin Flag City, the Military Department envoy Mataisen began to take over and began to dominate this border city in the northwest frontier.
Meanwhile, the former city lord Soroyev, and others who had been ruthlessly suppressed by King of Chambord were given important positions and transformed back into a powerful and domineering noble group within the city.
Soroyev ordered the main hall, which had been destroyed in the bombing, to be renovated and decorated, making it even more luxurious and grand. He then moved back into the mansion he had managed for decades.
Of course, he won't become the real person in charge of this mansion anytime soon.
Because the Military Department envoy Mataisen and his entourage also stayed at this residence.
At this moment, the city lord's mansion was even more luxurious and extravagant than before. It was the only place in the entire city that remained brightly lit at this time. Inside and outside the mansion, a large number of soldiers clad in fine armor patrolled around the mansion with long Long Spear in hand. From various directions within the mansion, extremely subtle magical fluctuations could be faintly heard, clearly indicating that some kind of magical protective array had been set up. The atmosphere was solemn, guarding the entire mansion like an impregnable fortress.
In the underground of the city lord's mansion, in a deep and dark underground space.
This is a terrifying, chilling Bloody prison.
A series of hoarse groans, like the dying cries of wounded beasts, echoed through the dark and desolate dungeon. In a heavily guarded, Bloody cell deep inside, the wounded Frank Ribery listened intently. He knew that these were the cries of prisoners tortured to the point of wishing for death.
But this wail was so horrific and chilling that it was simply not something a human could utter.
Having been imprisoned here for more than three days, Ribery had been subjected to severe torture, leaving him covered in wounds. The physical pain made his expression reveal a weariness that was hard to conceal, but the pair of bright, hawk-like eyes beneath the scar on his forehead remained extremely bright, gleaming with a burning light.
Across from his cell, in a slightly larger cell, was a soldier dressed in a garrison uniform.
These are Ribery's personal guards.
Three days ago, twenty guards and Ribery were invited into the city lord's mansion, where they fell into a trap set by the special envoy Mataisen and the city lord Soroyev and were captured. Ribery was imprisoned in this solitary cell, while the twenty guards were imprisoned in a slightly larger cell across the street.
For the past three days, Ribery has been subjected to severe torture, but surprisingly, the twenty scribes have not been tortured.
Since yesterday, every two hours or so, a jailer has come and forcibly taken away one of the guards, never to return. Now, only the last guard remains, standing here with Ribery through the iron bars, looking at each other and encouraging one another.
Although he didn't know what kind of treatment the nineteen guards had received, Ribery could guess that these nineteen brothers, whom he treated like his own flesh and blood, were likely doomed in the hands of devils like Mataisen and Soroyev.
Thinking of this, Ribery couldn't help but feel a pang of pain and regret.
It was my carelessness that led these twenty brothers-in-arms into danger. It was my negligence that harmed these young soldiers. I wonder what the situation is like with the 20,000 troops garrisoned in the city. With a wise and brave general like Fernando Gago, shouldn't he be able to ensure that the other soldiers are not persecuted?
Faced with this desperate situation, Ribery could only console himself with the most optimistic guesses.
"My lord... my lord..." The last remaining guard on the other side noticed Ribery's strange expression and couldn't help but call out softly, "My lord, are you alright?"
This was a handsome young man, only nineteen years old, still very young, but extremely brave in battle and very clever. He was an orphan who had lost both his parents. After joining the army, he performed outstandingly in several battles and was selected by Ribery to serve in his personal guard. He was one of the twenty heroic soldiers who were personally commended and awarded medals by the highest commander of the war zone King of Chambord Alexander, for his bravery and meritorious service in the previous war.
"I'm fine." Ribery opened his eyes, looked at the young man opposite him, and smiled, "Don't worry... little guy, are you scared?"
The young man playfully touched his nose and laughed, "Sir, you underestimate me. I'm not afraid at all! I'm a warrior who fought alongside you and Lord Alexander against the Ajax Sand Demons, and I even received Hero Medal! Look!" As he spoke, the young bodyguard opened his palm, revealing a silver medal with a large gold coin on it, engraved with the image of the sword Sword Peak Martial Saint Mountain of the Zenit Empire, and the young man's name on the other side.
These are reward medals personally designed by King of Chambord, the first commander of the war zone. There are twenty in total, and each one is engraved with the name of the recipient. King of Chambord personally awarded them to twenty ordinary soldiers who performed outstandingly in the defense of the city.
After Ribery and the others fell into the trap and were captured, everyone was searched, but somehow this guy managed to hide the medal on his person and it wasn't taken away.
Upon seeing the medal, Ribery couldn't help but smile. He suddenly thought that if the medal's designer were in Twin Flag City at this moment, given his unbridled personality and extraordinary abilities, even Soroyev and Mataisen wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.
"Sir, when they took you away, we all secretly saved these. Look, there are still a few strips of meat. It smells so good! Eat up, and once you've eaten your fill and regained your strength, you can fight your way out..." The young man carefully put away his medal, then turned around and rummaged through the pile of dry grass in the cell behind him. As if by magic, he produced a bowl of slightly dried white rice. He swallowed, and through the iron bars, with a flick of his wrist, he precisely pushed the bowl of rice into Ribery's cell.
The group was imprisoned in this cell for three whole days, receiving food only twice. Ribery was certain that this bowl of rice was secretly saved by his personal guards for him... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and regret. He was angry because of the malice of Mataisen and Soroyev, and regretful because of his own carelessness.
"I'm really hungry. How about this, we'll each eat half together." Ribery knew that if he refused to eat, the young man definitely wouldn't eat either. He had to pull himself together and not pass on his negative emotions to the young soldier opposite him. So he smiled slightly, ate half of his own food, and was about to push the half bowl of rice from below the city wall to the young soldier opposite him who was watching him eat and couldn't help but swallow hard to suppress his hunger.
Being locked up for three days and three nights, and only eating two meals, anyone would be starving.
Just as the young soldier was about to refuse in a flustered manner, the iron gate of the underground prison in the distance was opened, and a loud footstep was heard.
Ribery's heart skipped a beat: Here we go again?
On the other side, the young bodyguard who had been trying to appear relaxed suddenly turned deathly pale. He had clearly already guessed that his nineteen comrades had met with misfortune after being taken away, and his previous composure was only to avoid making his superior more upset.
However, he was still just a nineteen-year-old boy, and at this moment, he couldn't help but feel afraid.
The footsteps grew closer, like the call of death.
"Sir, sir, please... please keep this for me. Give it back to me when we get out..." The young soldier's voice trembled. Suddenly remembering something, he gently tossed the medal he cherished like his life to Ribery. He paused, then added, "In case... in case I don't make it out, please tell Lord Alexander that I was a brave soldier, and that even in my final moments, I did not tarnish the Glory of this medal."
At that moment, Ribery was so sad he almost cried.
"Come on, come on, you bunch of bastards, you bunch of dog-like scum, come and grab me! Don't take him away! He's just a child, he doesn't know anything! You inhuman scum, one day, when King of Chambord finds out what happened here, your doom will come..." Ribery suddenly went berserk, pounding on the iron bars and roaring madly. He felt the anger in his heart was about to explode.
However, six soldiers dressed in fine black armor walked over silently and mercilessly, opened the opposite cell door without hesitation, and dragged the young guard away.
The nobleman leading the group suddenly turned around upon hearing this, looked at Ribery, and chuckled sinisterly, "Don't worry, in two more hours it will be your turn. Hehe, you'll be wishing for death... As for King of Chambord? His Highness the Crown Prince will soon deal with this foolish King, hehe..."
The footsteps faded into the distance, and finally the sound of the iron gate closing could be heard.
Ribery's eyes were bloodshot, his fingers scratching the iron fence until they bled, but he was powerless to stop it from happening. His internal Dou Qi Star Vortex was destroyed from the start, his Dou Qi channels were shattered, and his martial arts cultivation was ruined. Now he was only a little stronger than an ordinary person.
His rapid, heavy breathing gradually calmed down.
Ribery slowly sat down, picked up the remaining half bowl of rice on the ground, and carefully ate it all, not wasting a single grain of rice. He finished it all, then closed his eyes to rest, seizing every minute to recover his strength and wait for the final opportunity.
Those two hours felt so long, and so unbearable.
Two hours later.
With a clang, the iron gate in the distance of the cell was opened again.
" Ribery, hehe, Commander, it's your turn. Don't you want to know where your twenty personal guards are? Come on, you'll find out soon..." The person who came to take Ribery away this time was none other than the city lord, Soroyev. This fat pig-like fellow had a vicious and mocking look flashing in his small eyes. With a wave of his hand, six armored soldiers came over, grabbed Ribery, and walked away.
First update.