I Will Be The Crowned King

Text Chapter 32 Bones

At the moment when the door was pushed, the thick blood rushed to the face as if it were real.

The stench of blood plasma and putrefaction mixed with the ashes scattered in the brazier, constantly rising and surging in the unbearably hot prison, filling every nerve of the trespasser.

Fabian, who was standing behind Anson, was expressionless, with his hands firmly on his lower back; the two grenadiers in charge of monitoring had their faces ashen, pursing the corners of their mouths, trying to hide their physical discomfort.

In order to dig out information from the mouths of the indigenous people, Anson specially prepared a separate cell for him, with a brazier and a warm bed, as well as a set of warm clothes, two meals a day, and the same food as the soldiers, He also demanded that no soldier be allowed to enter the cell, except for the time to provide food, to monitor him in any way.

There is only one purpose, to maximize his relaxation of his vigilance.

Anson walked towards the iron fence in the house, and the "beast slave" he brought back was naked, leaning against the wall quietly; the icy corpse had been completely dyed red with blood plasma.

A quarter of the head has been completely broken, and the entire face is almost unrecognizable. There is another huge crack on the cheek from the left eye socket. The bulge was about to fall out of the eye socket, and the blood was mixed with bone **** and other "colors", covering the entire wall.

The grown mouth and the teeth on the tongue seem to indicate the last scream before death.

In the corner beside the bed, there were piles of rotten and smelly food and torn clothes, which were dyed red by the blood plasma sprayed throughout the room, like a puddle of sticky...

An Sen sighed, and there was a flash of helplessness in his solemn eyes.

"Who was the first to find out?"

"Uh... it's me!"

The pale-faced grenadier stepped forward from behind the door. He raised his right hand in a subconscious reaction, and his left hand was firmly pressing the **** of the rifle in his arms, looking very nervous.

"When did you discover the anomaly?" Anson asked without looking back.

"7:30! Today...it's my turn to bring him food."

The grenadier stammered in reply.

"Did you notice anything unusual?"

"No, no!"

"No...not even a sound?"

"Uh...I heard...but I'm used to it."

"Get used to it?" Anson turned back suddenly, staring at the grenadier.

"He looks like this every day!"

The grenadier seemed panicked, and stammered to explain: "At first, he seemed to want to escape, but when he found that the cell was solid, he started... He started hitting his head against the wall, and kept hitting the wall!"

"We tried to stop him at first, but it didn't work at all; even if he was chained up, he would slam his head against the wall or the floor desperately..."

"Why didn't you report?"

Fabian said coldly, his face a little unsightly.

It was a great irony for a former Guards officer that such an important prisoner died in a cell under surveillance by his subordinates.

"We report to the platoon leader!"

Although Fabian turned his back to himself, the grenadier was still cold for no reason: "But after sending people to check, nothing was found. The prisoner's body is quite strong, and the walls are a little worn, and his head is only covered by It's just a little bit of skin, I didn't expect it to..."

"enough!"

Anson interrupted the grenadier who wanted to continue explaining, and stretched out three fingers on his right hand: "I'll ask the last three questions."

"Uh... yes!"

"The first question, apart from the two of you, has anyone else been here before?"

"no!"

"Can you be sure?"

"We're on a shift system and it's impossible for anyone to come in."

"Second, has he said anything before, or made some kind of sound?"

"No—he didn't say anything except yelling."

"...Finally, when did he start hitting his head against the wall?"

"The first day here - we reported it right away, but we didn't notice anything unusual."

"Okay, you can go out now."

The two grenadiers fled the cell as if they were fleeing for their lives, not forgetting to close the door with their backhands.

A minute later, the room returned to dead silence.

"What did you find?"

Fabian, with his hands behind his back, stepped forward slowly and stood cautiously behind Anson, focusing completely on the corpse with the broken skull.

The brazier had been extinguished, and the gradually icy cell seemed to cool down even the atmosphere.

"Nothing." Anson shook his head with a helpless expression:

"The two of them didn't lie, no one has ever entered this cell, the door, the iron fence, the walls... can't find any signs of being forcibly damaged, and there are no tunnels around; apart from the two grenadiers, the prisoners didn't I've seen anyone - and it's impossible."

The smell in the cell made Anson subconsciously take out his pipe, but it didn't ignite immediately; he lifted his foot to pass the door open, and walked into the cell one after the other with Fabian.

"The torn clothes in the corner, and the dumped food... It can be assumed that he originally planned to starve to death or freeze himself to death, but he was defeated in the end, so he decided to commit suicide by the first method."

Smash your own head alive.

"But there is another question, why did he commit suicide?" Fabian frowned slightly, and said with consideration:

"We provided him with a reasonably comfortable room with warm clothing and food to satisfy his stomach, without any sexual or emotional harm to him or even routine surveillance - as far as I know, Beluga Harbour. Ninety-nine percent of beast slaves can't enjoy the same treatment as him."

"What could have made him want to die so desperately, and even smash his head alive for this goal?"

This is where Fabian is most confused.

If he had been humiliated and could not endure life as a slave, he would not have waited until now; if not, then he would not have committed suicide at such a time.

And smashed his head... As a former Guards officer, Fabian feels that his experience can fully make judgments, this is not as simple as it seems.

He has seen countless prisoners who are not as good as death, and he has seen people who have lost the motivation to live choose to commit suicide; but no matter which one, he can't smash his head.

To do this requires not only determination, but absolute coolness, enough strength and a little skill; what on earth could a man do to kill himself to such an extent?

Unless...he didn't do it voluntarily, but was...

Fabian looked up at Anson with a thoughtful expression.

"I know what you're thinking." Anson bit his pipe to meet Fabian's line of sight, and replied plainly:

"Unfortunately, no."

If someone or himself used magic in the barracks, it was impossible for Anson to not notice the instant reaction and the remaining Anson.

Even if he didn't, Anson didn't believe that any spellcaster could use magic under Talia August Rune's eyes and leave as if nothing had happened.

This is simply not possible.

Fabian fell into silence for Anson's answer, and then said meaningfully: "Even so, you shouldn't tell me... At least, it shouldn't be so direct."

"It does not matter."

Anson shrugged and smiled at him with a pipe in his mouth: "At least in private, I believe that my grenadier commander is absolutely loyal."

"This is really... a very high evaluation, which is surprising." Fabian was surprised at first, then chuckled a few times, and saluted Anson with one hand on his chest:

"I hope that my loyalty is worthy of the sincerity you have given me."

"Then I'll look forward to your performance." An Sen, who was smoking a pipe, turned around and said casually.

The identity of his spellcaster had been revealed as early as the first time the two met, and it would not make much sense to continue to hide it; instead of continuing to act stupid and stunned, it is better to directly confess to save the communication time between the two.

In the following time, the two of them searched every corner of the room seriously, and checked all the indigenous bodies from head to toe; it was basically certain that he had not been abused, and he was indeed actively seeking death.

An Sen could probably guess that the death of the other party was probably related to himself, and the other party noticed the reaction of the caster on him when he activated the "power".

but why?

Just because he was a spellcaster~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was captured by a spellcaster, so he had to commit suicide, and in such a...extreme way?

The new world is the edge of the ordered world, and it is also the exile of the entire ordered world. All those who lost hope in the old continent are constantly coming to this land and becoming a pioneer.

Most of these people are ordinary people, and of course there is no shortage of adventures who are eager to challenge themselves and possess the power of blood; there are not a few spellcasters who are hunted down and have to leave their homes.

Although Anson formed the Faithful Alliance to try to win over the believers of the Ring of Order in the colony, this does not mean that he does not think that there are no carefully hidden spellcasters in Beluga Harbor, nor does he think that he is the first to be discovered by the natives as a spellcaster. people.

If so, what reason does he have to commit suicide?

secret?

Well, it's possible...

"boom!"

The door of the cell was suddenly opened, and a slender figure in a hurry suddenly rushed in.

"Ellen?"

Looking at the figure who was breathing heavily against the wall, An Sen was stunned: "Is something wrong?"

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation with Lieutenant Colonel Fabian... ugh!"

The little secretary was stunned for a moment, then bent down and retched painfully, "Pfft!" He fell to his knees with a sound.

Fabian stepped forward and helped him to the door, followed by Anson and left the cell.

"Major Carl Bain... He is currently in Beluga Harbor City. Let me hurry back and tell you the situation."

"Our soldiers were attacked... by the indigenous people."

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