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Chapter 470 Under the Temple

A dark underground prison.

The damp air was filled with the smell of mold and rust. The blue-haired boy was covered in wounds and curled up on the grass bed in the corner, his eyelids heavy. The guards had not given him any food or water so far. At this time, sleeping was the best way to reduce physical consumption.

He should sleep a little longer, Lucas thought, but his eyes always closed for a while and then couldn't help opening. The expression on his face was very calm, even a little numb, but the corners of his mouth that had blisters overnight revealed his inner anxiety.

——There was no daylight in the dungeon. He slept for a few hours and didn't know what time it was. How was Lilith? Did he find Lariel? Or...

Just as he was daydreaming, there was suddenly a bustle outside and Lucas's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise.

It seemed that many people were pouring in, and overlapping footsteps could be heard in the corridor. Lucas supported his groggy head and sat up. He was hesitating whether to go closer to the door to check the situation, when the door of his dungeon was roughly pushed open. The harsh sound of metal friction and the sudden bright light made him close his eyes uncomfortably.

"Damn it! There's a sea dweller here!" Before Lucas could see who was coming, the person who came in shouted loudly with a very disgusted tone.

Lucas squinted his eyes to adjust to the light, and saw that several knights of light in white armor were pushed in. Their faces were full of anger and unwillingness. When they saw Lucas, their faces became even uglier.

"What bad luck! Hey!" The knight who spoke turned around and pressed the cell door that was about to be locked. "Turner, you did this on purpose! You locked us up with the sea folk!"

There was a burst of laughter outside. Another Knight of Light squeezed in and took a look. His face was full of gloating. "Who has time to care about you, bastard? There are so many cells, but you just opened this one."

"I don't care, change me to another room, good brother, please be kind, we are already pitiful enough. If I stay with such disgusting things, I will vomit!" The Knight of Light forcefully embraced his fellow guard who was holding a huge bunch of keys, lowered his head and squeezed out of the low cell door. The others followed and walked away noisily.

Lucas, who was despised as if he were a cursed object, said nothing and just watched quietly. After all the knights had left, he breathed a sigh of relief - it was okay to despise them, but not getting beaten was a good thing.

But Lucas was still a little confused. Aren't these all knights of the temple? How did they end up in the dungeon? He intuitively thought it was related to the chaos they caused yesterday, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

Could it be that princess? Lucas speculated as he quietly moved his body to lean against the iron railing near the corridor, trying to watch what was happening outside.

The noise outside never stopped after that. Lucas watched as people came and went in the corridor, and it was full of Knights of Light. The originally empty dungeon was slowly filled with people. They were angry and humiliated in the beginning, but now as more and more people were locked up, they gradually relaxed and even started to talk and shout to each other through the wall.

"Turner, Turner, give us something to eat! I'm starving!" Lucas heard someone banging on the iron door of the prison and shouting.

"Why didn't you guys think of me when you were drinking in the temple?" The guard named Turner walked closer, cursing, "The meal was just delivered, there's no food now, wait!"

It turns out that the meal has been delivered, Lucas leaned against the corner thinking, he did see a guard passing by carrying something, but he was just passing by, who did he deliver it to and where did he deliver it to?

Before he could figure out what was going on, there was another commotion in the dungeon. Lucas put his head against the bars and tried to look outside. He saw someone being brought in by the arms and thrown into the cell opposite his own.

"Damn it!" He heard the man in the cell approaching while cursing. After a few noises, a bruised face appeared behind the iron bars opposite. He must have looked even worse than himself, because his nose seemed to be crooked.

"Vientelai? Hahahaha! You unlucky guy, what did you do to be caught by that princess?" The Knights of Light are now playing the game of "see who will be next".

Is it really that princess... Lucas lowered his head and retreated into the shadows. Compared to himself, that girl is much more reliable to Lilith.

"God of Light! I am truly innocent!" Lucas was still distracted when he heard the innocent voice of the crooked-nosed knight opposite him, "I didn't desert my post, nor did I drink, nor did I gamble! I just, just..."

Vientele's voice became unclear. He, he just looked at the princess a few more times when she passed by, and was dragged out of the team and beaten by the knight beside her.

Humph, with a look like that, it's normal for him to look at her a few more times, right? She kept running into the crowd of men, wasn't it just to enjoy the attention of others? Who knew she had such a bad temper? And the female knight next to her, Vientele couldn't help but touch his face when he thought of the other's wrist just now, and grimaced in pain again.

Was it really that serious? Was it really that serious to beat him up like this and lock him up? ! Wientele couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the knight's eyes that looked like he wanted to kill him.

He used the dim light in the corridor to look at his colleagues clinging to the iron railings. They all looked normal and had no injuries at all, which made him even more dissatisfied.

"How long will that princess keep causing trouble? Why is there no need to rectify military discipline? Women are just trouble..." Viente yelled in frustration.

His words resonated with everyone. Lucas heard the people in the cell next to him responding and complaining in dissatisfaction. These people seemed to be old hands in the Knights Templar. They were used to being sneaky and cunning in their daily lives, and no one really watched them. But who knew that today, as soon as the princess came back from the palace, she would suddenly attack them.

"Once those gods' favored ones leave, she will probably leave too. Just be patient." Someone who knew something about the inside story spoke up, without any hurry in his tone.

"This is a temple. She hasn't even become king yet, yet she's so arrogant. Who does she think she is—"

"Clang!"

Lucas heard a loud noise, as if something hit the cell door. The knights who had been so excited just now suddenly became silent, like a chicken with its neck strangled.

The next moment, he saw the black skirt floating in front of him.

"Lucas!"

Lucas raised his head with great effort. He saw the princess standing at the door of his cell. Her expression was still as cold as usual, but who made that contrived scream just now?

"How could they hurt you like this?" Well, he heard it right, this time he clearly saw that the princess' mouth did move.

Lucas thought he might have fainted from hunger.