Silent Scream

When Inger woke up, he saw mythological patterns on the exquisite dome, a gauze curtain woven with gold thread, and two temperature-control magic stones inlaid in the middle. It was of higher quality than his own house.

He didn't see Alex.

Didn't see anyone.

The whole room is gorgeous and spacious, yet empty and lonely.

After he sat up, he was stunned for a long time, as if his brain was stuck.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he pinched his face. Although it wasn't severe, it was painful.

So, I died again.

This is not surprising. It would be a miracle if he could be saved after such serious injuries.

Inger was about to get up and go out to take a look. As soon as he got out of the quilt, he saw black circles on his hands and feet.

"…No way? Here we go again…"

He refrained from swearing.

Inger's support.

There is no chain, but it fits the limbs like a bracelet, tightly around the ankles and wrists. It won't be tight, but it definitely won't be possible to break the hands and feet and take them out like last time.

Insulation Stone Lock, his magic is useless again.

Inger suppressed his anger for the moment, walked to the window, and saw the King's Garden. This was the Palace of Cune.

The maids and guard knights below were walking around as usual, doing their work, occasionally asking two people to sit under a tree and fish.

Compared with this, the bloody storm on the battlefield seemed like an illusory dream of yesterday.

Inger was only drowning for a few seconds before he came to his senses immediately. Isn't it because the front line is holding on that the capital can still maintain normal order?

He has been away from the front line for a long time. He needs to get back as soon as possible.

To be honest, this time, his anger subsided quickly and he couldn't be angry with Alex anymore.

He was more worried about Alex's health. Was he poisoned when he broke into the demon territory? Was he properly treated for the poison? Alex was different from him. If he died, he was dead. There would be no second or third time.

As for the insulated stone chains, he regarded them as merely the willful impulse of Alex's anxiety.

Anyway, after contacting Fei Leng, he should be able to release him.

Inger went to open the door, and sure enough, it was locked.

He was not in a hurry and just slept on the bed for a while.

But he quickly got up because he was panicking.

After a burst of rapid heart palpitations, he felt as if his heart was pierced by a steel needle.

He got up again and sat at the table.

What is this? Sequelae?

He identified amputation marks on the hands and feet, but all other minor injuries, including the branding, were gone.

He is in very good health, not losing a pound of flesh.

Then, a few drops of blood dripped onto the table.

He has a nosebleed, but the amount is not much, and compared to when he was poisoned, it is only the same as a child with a sore throat.

He lowered his head to wipe the blood, and felt the salty taste in his mouth again. He continued to wipe it with his handkerchief, and blood seeped between his teeth.

[If this is the aftereffect of being poisoned and reborn, it's not a big deal.]

Inger threw the handkerchief into the trash can without caring.

He thought he would be patient.

But he waited for a long time and no one came.

There was nothing in the room to tell the time, so we could only judge by the daylight.

When the sun went down a little, a man came in from the side door carrying food and water.

Only then did Ingels realize that this side door was connected to another room, and Ingels could not open either the main door or the side door.

He had no impression of the person who came, as she was not the maid who originally worked in the palace.

Since Ola came to power, the palace has been reducing its staff. Inger often goes to the palace and takes note of the staff roster. He basically remembers everyone.

The visitor was a little maid with a ponytail, baby fat and cute freckles on her face. Her hair was rough and brown, and her eyes blinked like a little sparrow. She was probably about fifteen years old.

"Who are you?"

She put the lemonade, steak and salad on the table and took a pen and a piece of paper from it.

Inger walked over and saw a line of twisted characters on it:

[My name is Cecilia. I can't speak. They asked me to take care of you.]

Inger looked her up and down silently.

[Can't speak, a country girl, not very literate, a newly hired maid, not very knowledgeable about etiquette, and very unfamiliar with many tasks. ]

Inger slowed down and asked, "Can you let me out?"

Cecilia shook her head, gestured to him, and wrote on the paper: "Can't get out."

Cecilia led him to the side door and opened it with her key.

The other room, where she lived, also had a front entrance.

However, the main entrance had obviously been simply modified. There was a narrow rectangular horizontal window on the top, probably for delivering food, and a round hole at the bottom that people could not get through. There was also an iron fence outside the hole, probably for delivering waste.

Inger couldn't calm down.

What is this? A fancy prison?

Who is so talented that he could transform a room in the palace into a prison?

Inger kicked the door hard.

Cecilia took two steps back.

He was sure there was someone guarding outside.

So he shouted loudly: "I want to see your Majesty."

After shouting, he felt his teeth aching.

What kind of criminal's final excuse is this?

However, there was no response from outside. I didn't know if there was really no one there or if they had been ordered not to talk.

Inger looked back at Cecilia and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Cecilia pointed to the food on her table, which was similar to his.

"Let's eat together."

Cecilia nodded, and the two sat at a table to eat.

Inger is not a talkative person. If he is not familiar with someone, he may not say a word except for official business. However, when he was having dinner with Cecilia, he did not feel particularly awkward. Maybe it was because the other party could not speak, so silence became a matter of course.

After eating, Cecilia took the initiative to clean up the things, but Inger declined, so she pointed to the papers on the table.

"You mean we can write down what we want to eat and send it out and they will make it for us?"

Cecilia nodded.

Inger held the paper in his hand, and found it incredible. Perhaps he had some talent in mind-reading.

After sending the plates out.

Inger sat back on the bed and read a few books.

Perhaps because they were afraid he would be bored, there was a wall of books in the room, covering all categories, from professional history books to popular novels.

If he still feels it is not enough, people from outside will probably send some in.

But he read a few pages and put it down, not wanting to continue.

He began to feel anxious.

He now understood that this time Alex was really determined to keep him locked up until the end of the war.

This child, Fei Leng has never possessed him, and people outside cannot get in. Through the narrow passage, they can't even see each other, and he can't contact Fei Leng now. Fei Leng doesn't know his condition and won't come to him rashly. He probably has some unresolved matters on his side.

Now that it is wartime, they have almost no contact with each other.

The last time he was rescued by him was because the war was about to break out.

In the communication between Fei Leng and him, the initiative is still in Fei Leng's hands.

Not only did Alex not come himself, he also didn't allow anyone else to come.

His family is in the capital. Do they know he is here? Maybe they are hiding this as well.

Ola didn't object?

Most likely not.

Why else would he be here?

Cecilia was knitting quietly beside his bed, very quietly, when suddenly she heard a harsh sound beside her ears. She raised her head and looked blankly at Inger tearing the book page by page.

Inger smiled at her and tore the paper slowly. "Don't mind me. Just have fun."

Cecilia tilted her head with a strange expression on her face, and after hearing what he said, she had no choice but to lower her head and draw the line.

After Inger had torn the book, he collected the scraps himself and threw them into a cloth bag.

These symptoms lasted for three days.

He tried every tool he could get, but couldn't pick the lock, so he gave up.

He glanced out the window. Because it was a high floor and there was no support, even if he tore up all the sheets, cloths and carpets in the room and put them together, they still wouldn't reach the ground.

In fact, even if he went out, he couldn't do anything until his magic was restored.

The jailbreak plan was delayed again and again.

While living in the "prison", his body became lazier and lazier.

Sleeping time has increased significantly compared to that in the war camp.

But the number of times I was woken up by nightmares increased.

The little girl Cecilia always slept soundly and was never woken up by him.

The temperature in the room was very comfortable, but Inger always broke out in cold sweats for no apparent reason.

This went on for about a month.

He was writing down the date in his notebook, and when he wrote the sixth character, "正", he broke the charcoal pencil in his hand.

In this room, all he had to do was eat, drink, sleep and lie down, and read when he was bored. These rooms had complete bathing facilities. Occasionally, he would accompany Cecilia to clean up.

They became very close friends, and he even learned from Cecilia how to knit a scarf.

This is the life Inger has dreamed of since he came into this world.

No need to work, no worries about food and clothing, do what you want, and sleep until you wake up naturally every day.

No, this is not just his wish, it should be the wish of most people.

But adapting to this kind of life does not mean that he enjoys his current life.

He just couldn't find a good way to get out, and he knew he couldn't get out even if he went crazy, so he kept waiting for an opportunity.

Of course he wanted to live like this.

But not now.

In this room, I lost my freedom and lived the life I always dreamed of, but it was just an illusion.

He would not feel at ease living alone in such a dream.

Inger was clear-headed. Every second he stayed in this room, someone was dying on the battlefield.

Every time he realized this fact, he couldn't help but curse Alex in his heart.

But he finally realized a very important fact.

Alex made his choice.

Between the soldier he was not close to and his friend, he chose the latter.

If Wu Rui, Cheryl, Bibidai, Yihua, Kunpewu... these people said to him that they were unwilling, then he would definitely do everything he could to keep them behind.

He is no longer a protagonist in a fictional comic with an unchanging personality; he is a living person with selfish motives.

Inger finally understood what Alex said, but even though he understood it, he still had to curse him.

Anyone who puts the overall situation above personal feelings is not worthy of being a general.

He would go back to him and scold him profusely.

Inger threw down his pen and made up his mind.

He thrust the clean little silver knife hard into his palm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

The result was, of course, extremely painful, and even the tail tune was distorted.

Being stabbed by others and stabbing yourself are two different concepts. He made a great determination.

He sent the blood-stained silver knife away without bandaging the wound, but just made Cecilia stamp her feet anxiously.

However, what made him feel completely chilled was the sterile hemostatic agent and bandages that were delivered to him.

Inger understood Alex, and there was no way Alex didn't understand him.

He may have guessed that he would use this method, so he gave the order.

He knew that Inger would never waste his precious life on this because it was not worth it.

It was already the limit for Inger to have the determination to stab himself, let alone commit suicide, which was absolutely impossible. This also meant that without the intervention of external forces or Alex himself opening the door, he would never be able to get out of here.

The mental torture he had used so often on those unruly soldiers had now boomeranged back at him. It was a sour experience.

He seemed to be able to see Alex standing in front of him, saying to him expressionlessly: "You dare not."

In the end, Inger could only grit his teeth and let Cecilia apply medicine and bandage his hands.

Another month has passed.

Inger looked at the increasingly hot day outside and estimated that May might be coming to an end.

Because the floor was too high, I couldn't hear the attendants chatting below, and the room was well soundproofed, so I couldn't hear any conversations next door. Information from the outside world was almost completely blocked.

Half the time his mind is empty because he has nothing to think about.

He initially suspected that he would sooner or later become demented or schizophrenic.

But here he lives more comfortably than he imagined.

After tearing up the book, he did not ask for it again.

Occasionally, when he was daydreaming, memories would float out and linger around him like an unburst bubble of dreams.

A few years ago, he also lived such dull days.

He had been on the battlefield for so long that he had forgotten how to live a normal life.

When he began to ruminate on the past, those times were so happy that he shed tears.

All the ordinary past and daily life will show an incomparable presence in the memories when experiencing difficult years. Only then can people realize how precious happiness is, which is as natural as breathing.

He recalled why he was fighting, it was to take back such an ordinary and boring life.

But he can't do it alone.

Everyone must be present.

It is clearly the life I long for.

It's obviously comfortable and ironed.

Why is he so sad now?

He just felt lonely.

Accustomed to everyone's company as a matter of course.

He realized that he could no longer tolerate being alone.

He is no longer the Gu Shu who has nothing.

He had countless people and things to protect.

When a person has something worth protecting, he becomes both strong and vulnerable.

Strength means that no matter how many times you fail, you will never abandon the things that need to be protected.

However, once they leave, they are extremely vulnerable.

Cecilia carefully wiped his tears with a handkerchief, then half-hugged Inger, who was crying like a child, and patted his back gently.

Inger was totally unaware and just cried silently.

He pleaded helplessly in his heart.

Let me return to you.