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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 234: Battle for the Throne (7)

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    Anderst Prison was originally located in the Warsong Capital. Later, as everyone moved out, it was moved to a remote corner outside the city.  This was originally an underground warehouse, but now it has been transformed into an underground prison.  Since the cells have not yet been renovated, some temporary cells have been set up on the ground. The prisoners inside are happy to breathe the outside air for a while, even if the cold wind blows in with heavy snow.  The further away from the damn underground prison, the better, this is their common idea.

    Visiting a condemned prisoner requires complicated procedures. While Leal was negotiating with the people here, Jessdown took a tour of the new Anderst Prison.  Although this is not the original building, it retains seventy-eight percent of its former strictness. The sentries and agencies are arranged in a concealed and deadly manner, and everyone closely guards the area they are observing.

    Under the guidance of Wo Lanna, Jestang learned some relevant knowledge.  Even he, who is not very proficient, understands that it is impossible for any attacker to escape safely from this prison. The defense is so perfect that there are no blind spots.

    He looked up and looked around. Needless to say, there were tiles with hidden mechanisms on the ground, hidden holes in the walls, deadly barbed wire, and reasonably distributed watchtowers. The boiling oil and dragon crossbows equipped on each watchtower alone could make people daunted.  Jessdown felt that this kind of defensive equipment was much more terrifying than he expected, and it was truly worthy of being the strictest prison.

    It is as strong as a fortress. The people imprisoned in it live a life of darkness. They are tortured and tortured every day. They have no extra strength to curse or resist.  No matter how cunning the thief is or how cruel the sinner is, he will repent in Anderst Prison and regret his past actions.  For hundreds of years, Anderst Prison has housed countless people who have committed serious crimes. Whether they are dukes, high-ranking soldiers, or meritorious heroes, as long as they enter, it is equivalent to saying goodbye to the glory of the past.  No one can continue to respect a man who has been to Anderst Prison unless he is innocent.

    Of course, there are very few unjust, false and wrongful convictions in Anderst Prison, with only two or three cases occurring in decades.  Jessdown recalled that perhaps during this period, it would be announced again that Anderst Prison had imprisoned the wrong person.

    He began to feel sorry for Lordan. The painful blows suffered by innocent people here would undoubtedly change their lives.  If Rodin is really innocent, his suffering in prison will be in vain.  Regarding the punishment program in Anderst Prison, Hu Yi would faint after just one look at it, and even Wolanna would admire the cold-bloodedness and cruelty of the framers.

    This prison does not kill people. Killing is what the execution ground does. It is only responsible for making the prisoners feel endless regret.

    Unconsciously, Jestang walked to the entrance of the underground prison, which made Jestang feel unhappy.  He frowned, and the miserable howl and the sound of metal chains rubbing against the ground came from under the spiral staircase, as if it came from another world.  Hearing the cold sound of walking and the imagined dampness and darkness inside, Jest couldn't help but turn his back, unwilling to face the entrance of the underground prison again.  The cold wind blows outward along the stairs. The wind in other places blows from the outside in, but here it does the opposite.  Perhaps, even the coldest and coldest wind is afraid of the coldness of Anderst Prison.

    If possible, Jessdown would never want to go inside.  No, not just in this life, even if he becomes an undead after death, he will not go inside.  Anderst Prison has such magic power. Despite its brutality and madness, it has successfully reduced the crime rate of the Atak Empire to a magical level. Obviously, at this point, the Atak Empire has done a good job.

    Someone once said that compared to Anderst Prison, other prisons are paradise.  "Andest" means "understand, understand" in the previous language. Perhaps this name has a profound meaning.

    "It's ready." Leal took three tickets and walked to Jistang with Bert. He looked down at the tickets, "Prisoner number 0000-92145, Lordan Sandiford. Visiting time  :Forty-five minutes.¡±

    "Huh." Jest took a deep breath and turned around.  With Bert and Leal by his side, Anderst Prison seemed less scary to him for the first time.  He strode forward, descending the ever-rotating masonry stairs.  Bright candles hung on the walls, illuminating the dark staircase, and the tight walls next to it gave people a breathless feeling.

    Moss grows in the corners, they are the only plants willing to live in this environment.  Vaguely, Jess could hear the sound of dripping water above his head, as well as all kinds of strange noises underground, combined with the sound of their footsteps as they walked, and the echoes from deeper under their feet It was like an extremely strange tomb.  garden.

    Jestang wanted to say a few more words to break the weird atmosphere, but as soon as his voice came out, it was distorted into a dry and muffled sound, which was unpleasant.  He closed his eyes, then opened them again, calming himself down.

    As time goes by, they are getting further and further away from the ground, as if they have gone down dozens of meters.  andThe stairs continued to go down, as if they were reaching into the underground abyss.  The torch in his hand flickered, the wind blew through the passage, and the swaying firelight illuminated the swaying black figure.  Occasionally, a mouse will poke its head out of the hole, and then be frightened by the footsteps and return to the safety of its nest, squeaking in protest before leaving.

    The surrounding walls are made of black stone bricks. The builders originally used them to store grain, but now they are used to hold prisoners.  The masonry is so tight that only one or two types of the toughest moss can take root and sprout on it.  There are scattered traces of green on the black wall, proving that this cold underground world is still alive.

    Gradually, the spiral staircase no longer rotates, but turns into a straight avenue extending forward.  There were bright torches on both sides. Jessdown inserted the torch in his hand into a torch slot on the wall for those who came after him to take it at will.  He was not happy because the light here was brighter than that of the winding corridor, nor was he happy because he didn't have to continue walking down.  When he was walking before, he could turn his attention to the deep and shallow stairs at his feet and not think about the sinister name of Anderst Prison.  Stopping now, he had to concentrate on this cold and depressing corridor

    "There should be a cell ahead." Lear walked forward. Where there are green plants, even if they are moss, the druid can feel at ease.  Such is the special power of a true believer in the Goddess of Nature.

    There is some water on the ground. Although the sides, feet and top are paved with bricks and stones, prisoners are often sent to repair it.  It is inevitable that mice and the like will break through the wall, and at this time, the moist soil can seep water out.  This is enough to show that no matter how hard and cold the barrier is, it will be conquered by a small but lasting force.

    The guard at the cell door raised his head and looked at the visitors. He stood up from the table and stopped in front of the three of them.  The elderly caretaker was much shorter than them, but he was like a formidable barrier, making it difficult for anyone to have the courage to break through.  The old man's cloudy eyes looked at them warily, stretched out his small palms like eagle talons, and asked for proof.  He was wearing shabby dark clothes and had a bunch of keys hanging around his waist, something that all prisoners in Anderst Prison covet.

    Jestang looked at the door. It was simple in style and he felt that he could break through it easily.

    "Here you go." Lear handed the certificate to the old caretaker.

    The old man¡¯s eyesight was poor, so he returned to the table and used a candle on the table to read the handwriting on the certificate and the circular seal clearly.  He picked up a stamp from the corner of the table, dipped it in red ink pad, and pressed it hard on several certificates.  The old caretaker returned the certificate to the three of them. He was very skilled at doing these things, day after day, year after year.  Then, he took out his keys, inserted one of the exquisite black keys into the keyhole of the door, turned it hard, and opened the door.  When the door was pushed open by three people, the old man returned to the table and continued to study an ancient book on the table, motionless like a statue.

    After passing through the gate and walking a certain distance, Jestang felt a palpitation in his heart. There were two magic mechanisms in the gate. He could clearly sense that they were both high-level magic.  Those who try to force their way through will be blown to pieces by it.  He had to lament the generosity and caution of Anderst Prison.

    After passing a wall corner, they saw an extremely wide avenue.  On both sides of the avenue are cells containing prisoners.  This avenue is brightly lit, with expensive magic lamps hanging from the top, illuminating the otherwise dark underground world.  Two teams of guards patrolled vigilantly, and one guard was assigned to guard every three or four cells.

    "Hello, sir, how can I help you?" A guard walked quickly from the wall, saying polite words, but his right hand was resting on the hilt of his sword. As long as the visitor had bad intentions, he would  React on the spot.

    "Visit prisoner 0000-92145." Jestang handed the certificate to the guard.

    The guard looked at the two seals on it and carefully checked the terms. After doing it twice, he returned the things to them.  "Okay, please follow me." The guard walked deeper into the avenue and led the three of them to find Rodan's cell.

    While walking on the avenue, Bert also had the opportunity to appreciate the appearance of Anderst Prison, which was a rare opportunity.  There were many prisoners in the cells on both sides. The cells were completely sealed, leaving only a door and a small iron window. Bert could see that behind each small iron window there was a pair of red eyes full of longing for freedom.  From those eyes, Bert seemed to understand the prisoner's despair, pain, and never-give-up pursuit of freedom.

    "Welcome to Anderst Prison." Burt raised his head and read the slogan on the top of the door of each cell.
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