บท 16: [S1] 016 Stranded Fish

"Miss Elaine, today's lunch has arrived."

The Vor dungeon is located on a sea reef 15 kilometers from the Imperial City, composed with above-ground buildings and underground buildings.

The fourteenth floor above ground, the cells on this floor are all single cells, and are equipped with servants for cleaning, was a place for secret criminal nobles and rich merchants.

Although "the prince commits the same crime as the common people", but their families were still willing to pay a lot of money to get a separate cell for their family members, so that they could serve their sentences life more comfortable.

Each individual cell consisted of four rooms, composed with one room and one bathroom, fully furnished. These room gave nobles the opportunity to save face, o that they do not need to be like ordinary prisoners who have to live without dignity in front of the guards, eating and urinating in the same room. Even so, the sentences life, which made the nobles, who had been brought up to be pampered, still cry out in misery.

A silver paper tray was handed in through the window. Elaine took it in silence, put it on the table, and opened the lid.

"Thank you Lord for your hospitality, even for a damned person like me," Elaine thought with dull eyes.

Today's lunch of garlic bread, Ceylon black tea, mushroom gravy, and after-dinner pudding, quite rich, unique in the prison, these all because of the old Ackerman's care and the king's acquiescence. So the prison cook made her food separately every day, even though Elaine had no appetite at all.

When her eyes touched the bright red mushroom broth, she could not help but think of Miss Lance's death.

When Elaine arrived at the ham warehouse on the outskirts with her personal kinght, all she could see in the dim night light was Lance with his head deeply bowed and tied to a chair.

Did not hear the expected, chattering of insults.

There was only a dead silence.

A bad thought flashed through Elaine's mind.

When the knight took a kerosene lamp to illuminate the man in the chair.

Lance had a pained expression, her eyes were wide open, as if she had experienced a great shock, face was as white as paper.

It was as if her dress had been poured through with blood, the blood flowed out of her bottom like a stream almost to Elaine's feet at the warehouse door.

It was then that Elaine realized the source of the fishy smell in the air.

It was not the ham meat, but Slan.

"Help, help... ..."

The immense shock caused Elaine's eyes to roll, lost consciousness.

The terrible memory came to mind, Elaine's throat seemed to reverberate with the foul smell of that day.

She couldn't stop the dry heaving and fled from the plate of food, ran to the far side of the bed as fast as she can, then wrapped herself in the blanket.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Elaine mumbled.

Her eyes were bloodshot, dark underneath, pale cheeks were sunken, which made her blue eyes looked particularly large in her thin face.

Days of insomnia, she had been curly inky blue hair had become dry and parted.

She shuddered and reached out her head to look at the calendar above her bed, which was covered with black blocks in pencil.

"Three days, three days to go..."