Thistle Flower Prison, also known as "Sylvia's First Prison"!
The fame of this first prison even surpasses that of some ancient noble families whose industries spread across three regions. However, apart from the relevant personnel, very few people know the location of this prison.
At this moment, a huge prison cart made of iron and steel was swaying as it slowly approached. A piece of black cloth was draped over the iron prison cage, which was as thick as an arm, and tied with ropes to prevent it from being blown open by the wind.
The ones in charge of escorting outside the prison cart were all formal Tribunal Knights, a total of twelve!
The Tribunal Knights of the Tribunal have extremely strong combat capabilities. Even the Light Knights find it difficult to match them. These twelve Tribunal Knights combined have a combat ability equivalent to that of a garrison army of over a thousand people!
At this moment, the prison cart stopped. The black cloth outside the prison cage was untied and lifted, revealing the figure inside. It was Dudian, sitting cross-legged.
In the previous detention center, he had been hungry for seven days. His hair was disheveled, and his skin had no luster. At this moment, thick metal chains were shackled to his hands and feet respectively, restricting his movement.
"Get out," one of the Tribunal Knights ordered softly.
Dudian slowly raised his head and glanced around outside the prison cart. His eyes flickered slightly. He saw that Thistle Flower Prison was actually located in the middle of a lake. At this moment, apart from the passage of the prison cart, there was water on both sides. Some huge swimming shadows could be vaguely seen in the lake water.
"What are you looking at? Get out!" the young Tribunal Knight shouted angrily.
Dudian slowly stood up, patted the dust off his body, and jumped out of the prison cart.
"Let's go!" Another Tribunal Knight beside him pressed on his shoulder and shouted.
Dudian turned his head and looked at him indifferently, saying, "I can walk by myself."
The Tribunal Knight snorted coldly and said, "Then hurry up and walk, so as not to dirty my hands."
Dudian stepped on the stone slabs of the artificial passage under his feet and walked towards a huge prison that resembled a black ancient castle in front. The metal chains on his ankles dragged on the ground, making a jingling sound.
Splash!
Suddenly, waves surged in the lake water beside the passage. It turned out to be a crocodile-like monster about seven or eight meters long. It emerged from the water, holding a strange fish about two meters long in its mouth. After leaping out of the water, it sank back down again, and the splashed lake water sprinkled high onto the edge of the passage.
Dudian took a look and squinted his eyes slightly. This should be a demonic beast.
"Stop looking. This one is still a small guy inside," a Tribunal Knight beside him sneered.
Dudian silently retracted his gaze and continued walking.
After a while, the group of people arrived in front of the prison at the end of the passage. The prison was built in the middle of the lake heart, about two stories high. Outside the prison was a surrounding garden, and at this moment, there were actually gardener servants watering the garden.
"Go in. The prison is downstairs," one of the Tribunal Knights said.
Following the stone path in the garden, everyone entered the gate of this ancient castle prison.
The hall was luxurious and spacious. Seven or eight prison guards in standard uniforms were sitting in the hall, eating snacks, drinking coffee, and chatting and laughing with each other. If it weren't for their uniforms and the medals on their shoulders, most people would probably think this was a high-end restaurant in the commercial area.
After Dudian and the twelve Tribunal Knights entered, the people in the hall looked over, and a somewhat playful smile immediately appeared on their faces.
"I've never seen such a young one before."
"He has tender skin. He's just my type."
"There's a new plaything again."
"The last one was too weak. He died after being played with a few times."
"Let's first check if he has any background."
"Don't be redundant. People sent here can't have much background."
Soft discussions rose and fell in the hall, but Dudian's extraordinary hearing allowed him to hear everything clearly. His eyes became even colder, and he slowly clenched his fists.
"Quickly take him downstairs. Don't spoil my appetite here. It stinks," a young prison guard sitting near the gate said in disgust.
One of the Tribunal Knights said to Dudian, "Come with me." He turned and walked towards a small door beside the hall. Behind this small door was a dimly lit corridor leading to the underground.
The first underground floor was a spacious torture chamber. Various torture tools were hung on the walls. On a horizontal wooden board, there were sharp barbed iron strips, which were still stained with blood. Even on the barbs, tan-colored flesh could be seen.
Dudian's face turned gloomy when he saw this.
At this time, a prison guard sitting behind the counter beside the basement saw Dudian and the others and immediately stood up, looking a bit surprised. "A newbie? So young?"
One of the Tribunal Knights said to him, "We've already brought the person here. He's in your hands now. This is his information." After that, he handed a document tucked in his arms to the young prison guard.
The young prison guard took it and looked at it, surprised. "The crime of theft? Is this written correctly? How could someone with the crime of theft be imprisoned here?" Suddenly, he saw something below the document and immediately understood. "I see. Poor little guy." When he said this, there was no sympathy on his face but schadenfreude. Then he put the document on the counter beside him and said to Dudian, "Little guy, take off your clothes."
Dudian frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he still followed the order and took off his clothes.
"Good. It's better to be obedient. I haven't had my meal yet today, so I don't have to deal with you," the young prison guard came over, picked up a large bucket of water, and poured it over Dudian's head. The icy-cold water drenched him from head to toe, and his hair stuck tightly to his face.
Dudian lowered his head and clenched his fists slightly.
The young prison guard caught a glimpse of Dudian's fists and sneered. "You little brat, do you still want to take revenge on me? You have a tough bone, don't you? Everyone who just comes here is tough. Now squat down and spread your dirty ass cheeks apart yourself so that I can check if there's anything hidden inside."
Dudian looked up and stared at him, his fists creaking.
"Just do it, kid," a Tribunal Knight behind him seemed to know the inside story. There was a trace of pity in his eyes as he looked at Dudian. "Although you have a suspended death sentence, once you're here, there's basically no chance of turning things around. It's better not to provoke these twisted devils. If they torture you to death, no one will know. So it's better to be obedient."
When the young prison guard heard his words, a smile appeared on his face. "You can't say that about us. We're imprisoning the devils for you. We're all holy angels."
The Tribunal Knight frowned and snorted coldly.
The young prison guard smiled and said, "When you commit a crime and are imprisoned here in the future, I'll take good care of you too."
"I hope so," the Tribunal Knight sneered.
The young prison guard withdrew his gaze from him and looked at Dudian in front of him. His face darkened. "Kid, don't you understand what I'm saying? Are you being stubborn with me?" He casually pulled out a steel pipe from the side and smashed it hard on Dudian's shoulder.
With a bang, the steel pipe hit Dudian's shoulder. Intense pain shot through him. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the young prison guard with a fierce gaze like that of a wild beast. He forcefully swung his fist!
With a thud, the punch landed on the young prison guard's chest. In an instant, several crisp sounds were heard, as if the sound of bones breaking. The young prison guard's body flew backward and hit a horizontal torture device behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
The Tribunal Knights behind them saw this and hurriedly shouted. They stepped forward and pulled Dudian from behind.
Dudian let out a roar and waved his hands. The two Tribunal Knights who rushed over first just grabbed his hands but were immediately thrown forward and rolled over. When they got up, they were already terrified.
"You little brat!" The young leader of the Tribunal Knights behind him had a cold expression. He came up and kicked out fiercely. This kick was extremely fast and powerful. Dudian, who was just about to dodge, didn't react in time. He was kicked in the side of his abdomen and fell to the ground.
At this time, the other Tribunal Knights immediately swarmed up and pinned Dudian to the ground.
Dudian's eyes were bloodshot. He stared fixedly at the Tribunal Knight who had kicked him down and struggled fiercely. However, his hands and feet were each held down by a Tribunal Knight, and his neck was tightly clasped by two Tribunal Knights. He could hardly breathe, let alone break free. Although these ordinary formal Tribunal Knights were no match for him in a one-on-one fight, when they surrounded him all at once, he was still unable to resist.
Moreover, there was the leader of the Tribunal Knights pressing the situation. The opponent's strength was stronger than that of an intermediate hunter.
At this time, one of the Tribunal Knights who couldn't get involved went up to the fallen young prison guard, stopped his bleeding, and helped him up.
The young prison guard was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely. Looking at Dudian, who was pinned to the ground, he roared, "You little bastard, I'm going to skin you alive!!" His emotions were so intense that it affected the injury on his chest. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and fainted.
The Tribunal Knight supporting him frowned slightly, looking a bit disgusted. He said to the young leader of the Tribunal Knights, "What should we do?"
"Send him to the infirmary and notify the others," the young leader of the Tribunal Knights said.
Upon hearing this, the Tribunal Knight immediately helped the young prison guard up the stairs. After a while, four or five young prison guards came down from the corridor above. Looking at Dudian, who was pinned to the ground by six people, they looked at each other in surprise. They didn't expect that this newly transferred little guy had such great strength that it required so many Tribunal Knights to subdue him at the same time.
"You guys take him to the cell quickly. It's getting late, and we need to go back," the young leader of the Tribunal Knights said to them.
The few young prison guards looked at each other and immediately stepped forward. They found the chains and said to the six Tribunal Knights holding Dudian down, "Guys, do us a favor and lock this kid onto this."
The six Tribunal Knights couldn't help but look at the leader.
The leader glanced at the place the young prison guard had mentioned, which was a crucifix torture device. He frowned slightly but still nodded.
The six Tribunal Knights immediately locked Dudian's hands, feet, and head in various positions, locking him firmly. They moved him to the crucifix. His hands were respectively fastened to the iron shackles on both sides of the crucifix, and his chest was also locked by a steel hoop. Since Dudian was shorter than an adult, his feet were locked off the ground.
Dudian struggled fiercely. However, the six Tribunal Knights locked his hands and feet respectively. Their techniques were skilled, and they targeted the joints, preventing him from exerting his full strength. He could only watch helplessly as he was locked onto this torture rack.
"Let's go." The young leader of the Tribunal Knights seemed to know what was going to happen next. Frowning, he turned and left.
Seeing the eager looks of the few prison guards, the other Tribunal Knights showed a bit of disgust in their eyes. They followed him up the stairs. With a soft thud, the small door above was closed.
The five prison guards looked at Dudian struggling vigorously. One of them laughed and said, "Stop struggling, kid. We'll take good care of you." He pulled out a whip from the wall. The whip was covered with small, sharp iron nails. He waved it in front of Dudian, as if showing off a delicious dish.
Dudian struggled for a while. Sensing that there was no sign of loosening in the places where the crucifix bound him, he suddenly stopped struggling and channeled his strength to the surface of his body for protection.
"I want to live!"
"Live!!"
He kept saying this in his heart.
With a thud, the whip in the prison guard's hand lashed over. The iron nails on the whip scratched his body, and the sharp pain made him clench his teeth.
"Scream, scream..." The prison guard whipped while saying excitedly.
Dudian lowered his head and gritted his teeth tightly.
The other four prison guards laughed.
"I like such tough guys. Be careful not to play him to death at once."
"Let's nail him first."
"Okay."
As they spoke, one of them took out two steel nails about the length of a finger from a box under the torture device cabinet beside them. Behind the nails was a huge nail cap. The nails were covered with dust. He picked them up and blew on them. Perhaps because they had been placed for too long, there was a lot of rust on the nails. The man didn't care. He picked up a hammer from the cabinet and walked towards Dudian.
"We haven't had a newbie for a long time, and the torture nails are all rusty," one of them picked up a steel nail and shook his head with a smile.
"Come on, hold him down," the young man holding the hammer said.
The others immediately held Dudian down. The young man holding the hammer aligned one end of the steel nail a few inches below Dudian's shoulder blade, raised the hammer, and smashed it hard on the back of the steel nail.
With a thud, the sharp steel nail immediately penetrated Dudian's flesh.
What is pain?
Even Dudian, who had been injured many times outside the Wall, almost fainted from the pain. It was as if his soul was trembling and shivering.
Bang!
The young man raised the hammer and smashed it down again.
Dudian couldn't help but let out a scream.
Hearing Dudian's scream, the smiles on the faces of the few prison guards became even wider. For a moment, shrill screams and the sound of the hammer nailing the nails echoed continuously in the torture chamber.
After a while, two steel nails were respectively nailed a few inches below Dudian's shoulder blades on both sides. In this intense pain, Dudian was on the verge of death. He suddenly found that in the face of pain, he couldn't think of anything, and he couldn't focus his thoughts. Sadness, disappointment, and so on all disappeared, leaving only the feeling of pain.
The few prison guards obviously didn't stop there. They picked up the torture devices on the table beside them and used them on Dudian.
A few hours later, they carried Dudian, who was covered in blood and as weak as a corpse, to a corridor leading to the underground beside them. They entered the corridor, and after a while, they came to a floor below the corridor.
The light here was dim, and there were dim yellow oil lamps on the wall. It was extremely spacious, with one iron prison cage after another, as thick as an arm. In the darkness inside, there were figures sitting.
"Eh, a newbie has come?"
"Poor little guy. What a fragrant smell of blood..."
"So young? Tsk tsk, look at that tender skin."
"Hey, sir, send this little guy to our cell."
Excited voices came from the prison cages on both sides, and some people whistled.
Dudian's consciousness was blurred, and he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. But when passing by one of the prison cages, a voice leaned against the iron bars of the prison cage and smiled at him, "Welcome to our happy little family."
Then, Dudian felt himself being thrown onto a cold and hard ground. His cheek was pressed against the ground, and a fishy and foul smell came from the ground, as if someone had urinated here. His usual habit of being clean made him instinctively want to raise his head, but as soon as his body moved slightly, his whole body ached unbearably.
Behind him, there was the click of the prison cage being locked.
The few prison guards left while chatting and laughing.
Dudian gasped for breath like a fish out of water. Suddenly, he felt a big hand lift him up by the back of his collar. Then his whole body felt lighter. In his blurred vision, there was a chubby face with a lot of flesh. One of his eyes was blind, and he had yellow teeth all over his mouth. He grinned at Dudian and said, "Kid, you committed a crime at such a young age and were imprisoned here. You're something."
Dudian gasped and said, "Put me down."
"What did you say? Speak louder," the chubby-faced man deliberately brought his ear closer.
Dudian gasped and didn't speak again.
The chubby-faced man grinned, put Dudian on the straw mat beside him, then stood up and unbuttoned his pants in front of Dudian.
Dudian barely opened his eyes. Seeing the man's lower body exposed in front of him, he immediately realized what the man wanted to do. His muddled mind became much clearer. However, his whole body was still in pain and weak. Especially the two steel nails on his shoulders made it so painful that he would rather die than move his arms slightly.
The chubby middle-aged man turned his head and said to the people behind him, "After I've had my fun, it'll be your turn."
Dudian gasped and stared at him intently, saying, "If you dare to put that thing in my mouth, I promise you'll lose it."
The chubby middle-aged man's face turned cold. "If you dare to bite, I'll smash your head to pieces in an instant."
Dudian stared at him and said, "Trust me. When people are in pain, their first reaction is to clench their teeth!"