Chapter 339 (1/2)

”... Lord Loren Turin, do you know what you're talking about?”

The narrow eyed Ernst's pupils were killing, and his slow tone almost bit every word, like a sword hidden in a scabbard:

”Repeat it again and I'll kill you.”

Loren said without hesitation, ”tell your highness connord that if you don't forgive him, I will...”

”Dang --!”

A silver flash flashed under the dim light of the fire. The old jailer standing behind had just grown up. The cold and piercing long sword had been put on the throat of the black haired wizard, and the light coolness penetrated into the collar.

The tip of the blade had pierced the skin of his neck, no more, no less.

”Tell your highness connord that I won't leave here if I don't forgive him.” Loren looked calm, and there was no trembling of fear on his cheeks.

Long silence

The middle-aged Knight didn't open his mouth or withdraw his hand. He passed through the iron fence and put the sword edge on Lauren's throat. The old jailer standing behind him clung to the lamp like a sword and was ready to rush up at any time.

”You dare not kill me.”

A trace of disdain flashed from the corners of the dark haired wizard's eyes, deliberately imitating Ernst's tone and said, ”and... I know what I'm talking about.”

”If I'm wrong... The sword is in your hand, you can try it.”

The atmosphere in the dungeon became more and more tense - only the old jailer could stop Ernst, but the old jailer had no time to stop Lauren Turin before he was pierced in the throat by a sword, and the descendants of the Turin family seemed very sure that Ernst dared not touch him.

Where did he get the courage?!

Damn it, damn it, damn it... The young man behind the wall is getting more and more confused. He must do something to ease the atmosphere or break the silence. He must do something to make Ernst put away his sword!

This is not to save the bastard next door, but because he is the only straw he can hold in his hand and the hope of his last life.

When the messengers to El mans come back, his highness connord will not want to hang himself for the second time!

”If you think that the identity of the descendants of the Turin family can make you rampant in the fortress of duanjie mountain, you are really wrong.”

Ernst opened his mouth coldly, and his right hand holding the sword didn't even tremble: ”the respect for Roland Turin, the 'black Duke', is only a 'respect'. Now the broken boundary mountain is not a hundred years ago - even in that year, the black Duke didn't let the Turin family get any privilege here.”

”Don't let your arrogance tarnish your surname, Lord Loren Turin.”

Facing the warning of the middle-aged knight, the black haired wizard could not even see the slightest expression on his face. He just stared at him faintly, revealing some contempt in his silence.

This time Ernst's face was really blue.

The young man behind the wall tightened his heartstrings, clutching the right hand of the wine pot, and even kept sweating - the opportunity was only for a moment. If Ernst couldn't hit his head while stabbing his long sword, he would be dead.

Young people really don't want to do this, because the end must give his highness connord more reasons to kill himself, and his future in duanjieshan fortress and Legion is completely over; But if there's a glimmer, a little chance of survival

He's not going to give up!

”For the sake of his highness Brandon and the black Duke, I'll give you another choice.”

Under the back of the fire, Ernst's expression was completely hidden in the shadow:

”Loren Turin... Are you leaving or going to hell?”

Promise him to get out of here! The young man shouted desperately from the bottom of his heart - damn it, for the sake of the Holy Cross, will you forget me first?! It's important that you get out alive!

If you die here because you say love for me, don't I also die?!

At that moment, an imperceptible smile flashed across the corners of Loren's mouth and gently said:

”Tell your highness connord that I won't leave here unless I forgive him.”

The suffocating silence is as long as the end of time

The young man gently put down the wine pot in his hand, even showed a smile on his frustrated and desperate face, and began to slowly recall that he had a fairly smooth life. In fact, he didn't find so many happy things, and even dreamed of being promoted step by step and becoming the head of an army corps one day

He is now convinced of only two things - first, the guy named Loren Turin is dead.

Second, I'm dead.

Ernst stared at the dark haired wizard's face, did not withdraw his sword, but did not stab him in the throat.

”Why not let the crown prince Conrad de sallion decide this matter.” Loren gently raised his eyebrows:

”I know why he let his highness Brandon come to duanjie mountain, and now I have a very key intelligence!”

The silent middle-aged Knight flicked his wrist, and the cold blade patted the black haired wizard on the chin: