Many prison guards with long whips were patrolling around. If a prisoner in a cage shouted too loudly and annoyed them, they would whip the criminal inside.
Seeing the whip falling on his body and leaving scars, and seeing the prisoner curled up on the ground and wailing in pain, he couldn't help but think of a person, no, a... dirty thing.
Oh, bad luck.
Cheng Shi shook his head to shake off the terrifying figure, and at this moment, someone among his teammates finally spoke.
His voice sounded strange, but it was undoubtedly a man's voice. In fact, it was obvious that there were no ladies in this trial.
After everyone's voice was muffled and resonated in the iron helmet, the timbre was "polluted", mixed with a hint of turbid humming that made it difficult to hear clearly.
“Every year there are new things, but this year there are especially many.
I never expected that I would become a prisoner again. This familiar feeling really makes me miss it.
Why are you guys so silent? You are all dumb, it's been so long, why don't you say something? "
"Zhi." Cheng Shi replied politely.
"......"
The person who just spoke was the teammate from Room 5. He looked at Cheng Shi and laughed, while driving away the mice at his feet, he knocked his "iron head".
"This iron hood is quite interesting. I can't even take it off. It seems there is something fishy going on here. Is it... the power of [Order]?"
Yes, it is indeed [Order].
In fact, the moment Cheng Shi saw the prison guards around him, he had already seen the shadow of "Order". These guards were wearing the standard knight uniforms of the Grand Inquisition, which also meant that this trial should be held in a prison in a city of the Grand Inquisition.
Yes, you really do.
The trial of [Order] accidentally sent itself to the place of [Chaos]. This time, [Chaos] came to the door and forced itself onto the territory of [Order].
The way you two love and hate each other, it will be difficult to end it without getting married.
As soon as teammate No. 5 finished speaking, teammate No. 1 on Cheng Shi’s left responded, his tone slightly serious:
"There is something wrong with this prisoner helmet. My prophecy tells me that no one can open the 'shackles' of this [Order] except the one who put the prisoner helmet on us."
Everyone turned to look at him, stunned.
"Prophet? You are a prophet. What did you throw? Is it correct?"
"Oh, [Destiny]."
"Hey, that's pretty cool, bro. How many points do you have to play an open card?"
Cheng Shi also raised his eyebrows, and he looked at the "prophet" and smiled happily.
Fellow colleagues, what a coincidence, I am also a b...a standard believer in [Fate] in this game.
Even before the trials, I was a prophet!
And the prophecy I saw was: I won this trial.
Although the number rolled was 1, my talent told me that this outcome was bound to happen.
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