Chapter 122: Captive

  Han Jin Yuan had thought that within the borders of Hei Ya Cheng it should be very desolate, but only after seeing it with his own eyes did he realize he was wrong, other places have them, this place has them too.

  The only difference is that the sky here is very dull, and you can't see the sun or the twinkling stars. No matter when you look up, you can only see layer upon layer of clouds like lead blocks, with some slight differences in color depth at most.

  Around the towering castle, there were neat wheat fields, Han Jin felt very strange. Logically speaking, the lack of sunlight was not conducive to plant growth, why did the wheat here grow so luxuriantly? Unfortunately, it's not the time to study botany now, his body slowly sank down.

  It wasn't long before Han Jin emerged from a clump of withered grass, and it was clear that this was a prison cell. The air was foul and corrupt, with a tightly closed iron gate in front and a solid iron window behind. There was a person nailed to the wall, not hung, but nailed! Two thick iron nails as thick as a child's arm pierced through the person's palm, deeply embedded in the wall. The person's hands were spread open, fixed in a large character. What was strange was that there was no blood flowing from their palms, and the muscles on their hands had turned grayish-black. There were also several small white dots moving about. Han Jin looked closely and saw that his face changed color - those white dots were actually maggots.

  Just as Han Jin was about to drill out, the person also lifted his head. However, Han Jin still couldn't see the other's face clearly, his hair and beard were too long, tangled on his face and body, looking like a hairy monkey. The only thing that could be seen clearly was a pair of sharp eyes like knives. But just for an instant, those eyes changed, becoming extremely dull, without focus, like a poor and decrepit old man shrinking by the roadside, staring blankly at the sky.

  "Shh..." Han Jin raised his index finger to his lips, he was just about to head towards the iron gate when a piercing shriek suddenly came from within, startling him.

  He came to scout out the enemy situation. He had already made mental preparations for any unexpected events, and shouldn't have been startled by anything. But that cry was just too eerie and jarring.

  Han Jin stuck to the iron gate and listened, casually flicking away a small black beetle. Soon, he saw an astonishing scene at the end of the corridor outside the cellblock. There was a large iron table, on which a woman with a seductive face was lying almost naked, like a dog, on the iron table. Behind her stood a burly man, even taller and more muscular than Mo Xingke, who was heavily flogging the woman with a long whip. Each lash made the woman let out a sharp, ear-piercing scream.

  All male creatures would instinctively observe what was in front of them at this time, and Han Jin was no exception. The woman was only wearing a pair of soft leather boots, with a belt around her waist, and a long sword hanging from the edge of the belt. That's it! Is this the prison guard? This is clearly the female lead in a romance wrestling film! And it's a high-end female lead at that. Her appearance was enchanting, her skin white and tender, her long hair flowing like clouds. Her figure was undulating and enticing.

  The man's movements became faster and more violent, while the woman's cries grew louder and higher-pitched. Finally, she let out a long, trembling moan, her body convulsing in a rhythmic spasm. Her hands slapped wildly against the iron table, as the robust man emitted a strange, mirthless laugh.

  Han Jin had nothing to say and turned around in a daze. The prisoner saw Han Jin's face full of astonishment and said in a low voice, "That is the Deep Abyss Demoness."

  "What?" Han Jin was taken aback.

  "That's the Deep Abyss Witches, they love to be beaten and ***, their physique is very strong, second only to vampires in the deep abyss creatures, beautiful appearance, not inferior to elves. One hundred Deep Abyss Witches can satisfy the desires of ten thousand soldiers, but on the other hand, ten thousand soldiers may not be able to satisfy the desires of one hundred Deep Abyss Witches..."

  The prisoner's voice sounded unusually old: "Hehe, people say that Zaganed is evil incarnate, but this is somewhat unjust to him. Zaganed and his soldiers are only responsible for destruction, they will never do anything else."

  Han Jin stared blankly at the prisoner, unable to speak.

  "What? Is it because I know too much that you're surprised?" The prisoner said with a self-mocking tone.

  "No, it's because you can still laugh at this time." Han Jin understood that he had unintentionally bumped into a big shot. He hadn't intended to disturb the residents of Nuremberg, and he couldn't get anything valuable out of them anyway. So, he set his sights on the prison. The enemy of my enemy is my friend - with this spirit in mind, he thought it would be easier to find like-minded people in prison. Unexpectedly, he ran into someone who was quite extraordinary in both speech and experience.

  "What's the difference if I don't laugh? Should I cry?" The prisoner said slowly: "Are you from Beit Alliance or Holy Crown City? Or... have you already prepared to attack Black Crow City?"

  Han Jin was unable to express his astonishment in words. He looked the prisoner up and down several times, then asked in a low voice: "Who are you? How did you know?"

  "Ever since I failed to assassinate Zagunede, he would come and visit me every now and then. Now it's been many days since I last saw him, can't even give up on this hobby of his... He must be busy, huh?" The prisoner's tone suddenly turned icy when mentioning Zagunede: "And what about you little guy, daring to intrude here despite the threat of the Dark Boundary? Did you know that Zagunede and Carolyn are definitely not in Nuremberg?"

  "Little guy?" Han Jin smiled slightly. He had always been opposed to those who relied on their age and experience, let alone now that he was in a position of power, there was no need to give anyone face.

  "I'm also human, already over 70 years old, is it too much to call you a young fellow?"

  "Alright... old man, how did you know we were going to attack Black Crow City?" Han Jin smiled and said, since the other party had brought up his age, he couldn't continue to mind it.

  "Raven's Castle isn't exactly a great place, even merchant caravans rarely appear here. What are you doing? Trying to get yourself killed? I hardly ever see new faces around here, and you stick out like a sore thumb, looking all suspicious and untrustworthy. And considering Zagunede has been missing for quite some time now... I'm just taking a wild guess." The prisoner spoke in a low tone: "Hey kid, got some free time? Want to chat with me about the outside world..." By the end of his sentence, there was a hint of pleading in the prisoner's voice.

  "Don't you think I should rescue you first?"

  "It's not necessary, I've been locked up here for ten years, my aura and body have already begun to wither away. Even if you rescue me, I'll just be a useless person anyway, and it would only alert those guys." The prisoner let out a soft sigh: "As long as you can talk to me about things outside, I'd really appreciate it."

  "What would you like to know?"

  Unexpectedly, such a simple sentence actually stunned the prisoner. His hair and beard were slightly trembling, he stuttered for half a day, before finally squeezing out a long sigh: "Ten years..."

  "By the way, I still don't know your name. Do you have family and friends?" Han Jin was very clear that Zaguined valued this prisoner so much, his background must be extraordinary.

  "Never mind, I suddenly... don't want to ask anything." The prisoner said in a bitter tone: "Little guy, tell me about yourself, where are you from?"

  "Can't we use a different name? I'm not comfortable with this one." Han Jin furrowed his brow, thinking that back then, he used to call that little wild cow "little guy", and now hearing the same name being used, it would be strange if he felt comfortable: "My name is Raphael."

  "Alright, Mr. Raphael, where are you from? What brings you here?"

  "I am from Beitou."

  "White Legion? How did White Legion have the power to attack Black Crow Castle? Could it be... that Conard led the Storming Legion to victory?"

  "It's not Conard Knight, Conard Knight passed away two years ago." Han Jin was taken aback: "You knew him?"

  "How old was he? Just over forty, right? How could he have died?" the prisoner asked in a shocked tone.

  He was too tired.

  The prisoner fell into silence, and it wasn't until after a while that he let out a long sigh. The sigh was filled with bitterness, but his hair and beard had grown to the point where they were like a mask, protecting him well, and Han Jin couldn't see his expression at all.

  "So... Mr. Raphael, you came to Nuremberg just to destroy Nuremberg's fortifications?"

  "I don't have such great strength yet, I just came over to scout out a bit." Han Jin said.

  "Scouting, right? I just saw you emerge from underground, was that magic?"

  Han Jin smiled and didn't answer.

  "If you have such ability, everything becomes simple. The warriors here are mostly from the Deep Abyss race and they don't fear attacks from underground, so they built their defensive magic array underground." The prisoner narrowed his eyes and looked out of the iron window: "Do you see that huge statue in the center of the city? It's empty below, you can go there to think of a way, but it's best to wait until the army arrives before making a move. Otherwise, with just one person, you won't be able to destroy the magic array, and even if you do, they have ways to repair it."

  "Are you familiar with Nuremberg?"

  "Very familiar? Hehe... Even with my eyes closed, I am clear about every corner of this city."

  "I observed from outside for a long time and found that the defense of Nuremberg... doesn't seem to be very tight." Han Jin said: "Old sir, how many soldiers do you think it would take to capture Nuremberg?"

  "It doesn't matter, what matters is that you're certain Zagunede and Caroline, Betty are not in Black Raven Castle?"

  "They're definitely not here, and even if they knew what was going on, they wouldn't be able to rush back to support us."

  "That would make it easy, if you can also destroy the magic circle, several thousand warriors can occupy Nuremberg."

  "Oh?" Han Jin looked at the prisoner and said: "I'm leaving, old man. You really don't need my help?"

  "No need, hehe... Little guy, no, Mr. Raphael, you can care about me, proving that your heart is very good, but this is not an advantage."