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Chapter 46: Nosebleed

  Chapter 46: Nosebleed

  This dungeon is not as stuffy as the outside, I caught a glimpse of the narrow slit on top of the dungeon and the sunlight shining in, I think this dungeon should be an attic, the fuse that sets off the whole thing, Frederic... no, that's a male name, now this blonde disheveled, half-torn German woman should be called what, according to German grammar, she should be called Friederike, but in spoken language, I can call her Friedel or Frieda.

  But none of these are the point, let alone surprising, it's not even necessary, I just know that this incredibly handsome guy is not a man, otherwise it would be too hurtful to my self-esteem.

  She raised her head, revealing a pair of hateful eyes: "You villain, are you happy now? Seeing us in such a miserable state, are you satisfied?"

  At this point, anything you say is pointless.

  I took a good look around the room and saw Hans, who was in a terrible state. His back had been whipped several times with large lashes, and he was bleeding profusely, exhaling more than inhaling. He was also being held in a torture device that looked familiar - often used in Hollywood movies - where his hands and head were locked in a stockade, forcing him to crouch on the ground in an extremely uncomfortable position.

  I drew out the little dagger I carried, and squatting down a foot away from her said in a low voice: "Am I satisfied? That's something you should ask yourself, my German friend. Are you satisfied? In the few months since coming to Constantinople, having fought less than thirty duels on the university square, being called Frederick the Duelist, humph, and ending up with your friend here in such a state, are you satisfied?"

  "It's all for justice!"

  This girl has something wrong with her brain.

  "It's not that justice will never be defeated by evil, but what about you now? You're locked up in chains and can't move... Haha. I know I'm here to save people, but I couldn't help lecturing this guy who doesn't know the score. 'I forgot to tell you, your so-called justice has gotten your good friends into quite a bit of trouble. The church people found that the books they wrote had hidden intentions of rebellion. Now they're under house arrest.'"

  My cold smile triggered her intense reaction, she hysterically pulled the iron chain and tried to rush over, but the Roman-made iron chain was very strong, all her efforts were in vain...

  It seems like I saw something unpleasant, this girl is actually flat-chested... Hurriedly withdrawing my gaze, I said: "Once the crime of rebellion is established, I think you can guess what will be waiting for them. If this is your justice, I feel that this kind of justice is also too ridiculous."

  "Bastard, scoundrel! It's all because of you! I'd kill you if I could! Ah~~~~"

  The shriek of the artistic youth attracted the astonishment and loud laughter of the group of big men outside...

  "Hey, what are you doing in there? You've got that woman yelling so loudly..."

  "Haha, isn't that thing of yours too big?! Spit out some saliva! These kinds of first-timers aren't like those sluts who've been screwed rotten, if you don't get them wet, it won't go in!"

  I pointed with my thumb at the commotion outside and said in a low voice, "Did you hear what those people were saying? Compared to them, I'm already a good person. Don't look at me like that, they're planning to gang up on you in front of your childhood sweetheart, while I spent nearly four aurels to get first place just to have this chance to chat with you."

  "What did you say!!!! What did you say!!!!"

  This girl's reaction was even more intense, I had to retreat a few steps, lest I be scratched by her.

  "Say it again! I'm actually worth only four Ores!!!"

  "To be exact, three Oreos and a few Sori's, but that's not the point. I think this girl has some mental issues."

  "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill them!!!"

  Yes, this is more like it, this is what a righteous young man who is about to be framed should say.

  "I, the heir to the great Prussian Kingdom, even if I have fallen into prison, cannot be insulted like this! Four Aurel!!!! If I can get out, I will kill you! Kill them all!!!!!"

  Uh... I'm speechless, I thought my outlook on life and values were already twisted enough, but it turns out there's someone even more twisted than me. Whoever raised her to be such a freak must be an even bigger piece of trash than the worst kind of old person.

  "Haha, kid, don't mind them, those nobles are all like that, they're all brain-damaged. Hey, a lot of time has passed since lunch, have you started yet?" The voice from the black cloth bag outside urged.

  I'm shocked, it feels like time hasn't passed that long ago, and yet it's already time for a meal? I think this is a generation gap, an unbridgeable gap between the living habits of ordinary people and my own. And what about the answers those elderly men gave me earlier? They don't match the phenomenon of young artists still being active and lively nowadays, which is also a generation gap.

  This is not the time for this.

  "Listen, I don't have time to waste words with you, whether you believe it or not, I'm here to rescue you. Next, I'll unlock your chains, we have several horses outside, once the chain is unlocked, you won't say anything, nor will you do anything, just follow us. But!" I emphasized my tone, "Don't try to hit me!"

  Are artistic youths really not going to fight? The answer is of course affirmative. I used a dagger to pry open the lock chain, and just took a breath, was about to crack a smile to show off my lock-picking skills learned from Old Man Sha's place, when I saw the pair of eyes filled with bloodshot staring back at me, then a fist as big as a sand pot came flying towards me... Although I'm very unwilling to admit it, but I finally got hit by this punch!

  The next second, the corner of my eye hurt immediately, and my brain was dizzy. I had a feeling that I was about to faint, but I still instinctively stretched out my hands to protect my head. Then, my abdomen took another hit, very painful... this German youth is really heavy-handed! But it's not over yet, I heard an ominous sound, like the only chair in the cell being lifted up!

  He hit me with a plank before I could even shed a tear, and that chair came crashing down on my back.

  One, two, three!

  It's over! I think it's not because she didn't want to continue fighting, but because... the chair has been smashed to pieces!

  "Hey, what's going on in there? You're being so loud!"

  During the time she was questioning me with a black hood over my head, she took away my rapier and then snatched my pistol, afterwards rescued Hans. But in the end didn't take me hostage which was quite beyond my expectation!

  "Don't anyone move! This gun is loaded! Whoever dares to take a step forward, I'll kill him!"

  "Damn it! What's wrong with that guy inside? How did he let this broad get away?"

  "If she runs away, we'll all be dead!"

  "Whoever dares to take another step forward, I'll make him die!"

  Outside the prison cell, a piece of **.

  "Damn it, you guys go follow this woman, I'll take care of that son of a bitch inside!"

  That black bag-headed man rushed in, shouting this sentence. I had just stood up from the pile of broken chairs, and he was furious, yelling loudly as if to punch me in the face again. I bent down and kicked him in the lower abdomen, and he let out a painful "ah" sound, bowing his head. I grabbed his bag-headed head and threw this over 200-pound guy out the door. If I hadn't been beaten up by that artsy youth, I should have been able to throw him even harder. But that guy had fiercely patted me with a chair all over my body, and now I was in pain everywhere.

  I said to several stunned guards: "What are you still dazed about, take care of them."

  Outside the door, they were immediately beaten into one piece. However, my guards had both guns and received training, so as soon as we clashed, I took the upper hand. I walked over, stepped on that seemingly historic black cloth bag head, waited for the guards to threaten those several black cloth bag heads with their guns, then locked them all together in a prison cell.

  "Everything is ready, let's go." I smoothed out what should have been a messy hair.

  "Your Highness." On the road, a guard called out, pointing at his own nose, "Your nose!"

  "What?"

  "Someone has been beaten and is bleeding! Your Highness, we have failed in our duty!!!" The three guards were so frightened that they all knelt down on the ground.

  "Is it?" I stretched out my hand to touch, and with the sunlight at the entrance of the dungeon, I lowered my head to take a look. Sure enough, there was indeed blood on my fingers. "That's not from being beaten."

  "Huh?"

  "I accidentally caught a glimpse of that lady's, you know, the one in the prison cell, her chest. That chest was so beautiful... it was breathtaking? The momentum was overwhelming?" Recalling Friederich's spring-like and suddenly exposed chest, my vocabulary is too poor, but I wonder, how should men praise flat chests, like a straight curve similar to the horizon?

  "In short, I couldn't help but feel a surge of passion, so this is nosebleed, not being beaten until bleeding."

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