"Yes, yes," he replied in horror.


    The whip fell on his body, and the scars were tired. He couldn''t tell where the whip fell. Maybe on the shoulder, maybe on the face, maybe on the back - all possible.


    In short, there is no pain in the body.


    Looking at his curled up and clever appearance, the blonde boy holding a whip nodded with satisfaction, with a proud smile on his face.


    "Follow me out," said the blonde boy, stepping out of the prison.


    The light of the fire shone on him again, and his eyes hurt. Looking at the two knights outside the prison holding torches and shooting cold eyes from their helmets, he immediately waved his hands in horror and desperately hit the cold stone wall with his back.


    "No, no, no, no! I don''t dare anymore, kennel, this is my kennel, smelly dog, I''m smelly dog! I''m not going anywhere, I''ll stay here, please, please..."


    At this moment, countless terrible memories burst out of his mind.


    The prison door opened, and the warm wind outside poured into the dark dungeon. In the dark, he walked up the stone ladder carefully without any guard. He left the dungeon, and there was light and the smell of fresh air at the corner of the stone steps.


    I escaped from the dungeon. Be careful. Maybe I can escape here - that''s what he thought at the time.


    But when he thought he had left the abyss and was about to return to the world, in the bright world outside the dungeon, there stood the young man in front of him and the two knights in armor!


    He turned and wanted to return to his black prison, but at the boy''s command, the two knights rushed up like demons.


    The other party tied him up. In the light of the fire, the young man in front of him pulled out his waist dagger and cut his fingers like a saw, cutting off one section first, then another, and finally his thumb was cut off.


    Dark and damp dungeon, such as the scene of the execution of the devil in the abyss!


    He screamed and his voice echoed in the dungeon, but the other party thought he was too noisy, so he pulled his mouth with a hook and pulled out one of his teeth with pliers. Finally, he was thrown back into the black prison.


    He wanted to leave here, countless times.


    The knight came to be loyal to him and said he would save him from leaving, but at last he lost one of his toes.


    A servant opened his prison door and told him that now was the best chance, but in the end, he was full of scars, his hair and beard were burned by torches, and his chest was scalded by luotie.


    ……


    It''s safe here. The black prison is safe. No one wants to deceive me to leave again. He thought firmly.


    "Pa!"


    The whip hit him again. The blonde said discontentedly, "do what I ask you to do! Now, I let you follow me out! Do you understand, smelly dog!"


    The blonde couldn''t tolerate the slightest resistance from him.


    "Yes, yes..." he replied. Then he landed on all fours and followed the boy out of the black prison.


    The knight held a torch, and the flickering light made the dark shadow sneak in the dark dungeon. He watched from left to right. He was careful every time he stepped up a stone step and was wary of any possible movement.


    Light, warm air, fresh air. He stopped and looked forward at the gate leading to the outside of the dungeon with anxious and frightened eyes.


    "Continue."


    The knight behind him kicked his ass. he turned around in shock and leaned closely against the stone wall.


    "Don''t be afraid of a good dog." the blonde turned and looked at him. "Today I''m going to take you to see the guests. Now you must wash it so that the guests can see how obedient my dog is."


    ……


    The cold well water poured down from his head, which made him wake up a lot in an instant.


    He looked up at the expressionless groom beside him, turned his head to the teenagers and knights in front, and stared at the familiar and strange Castle buildings around. He trembled in an instant, slowly closed his limbs to the ground, and his throat was hard and painful.


    "Wow!"


    A ladle of cold water poured down directly from his burning head.


    "You''d better not make any noise."


    The groom stood in front of him, took a ladle and poured another ladle of cold well water on his head.


    "I... I..." he looked up at the groom and wanted to make a noise, but his throat was like a walnut, so hard that he couldn''t speak at all.


    "Do you want to tell me who you are? Or do you want to die?"


    The groom took the horse brush and brushed hard. The brush scratched the scars on his body, which made him show his teeth in pain in an instant, and most of his excitement calmed down.


    "You are now a smelly dog with your butt exposed." the groom pressed his head and reminded him not to move. "Don''t think about resistance. Can''t you see that the boy is crazy? You have to learn to obey his orders, which can keep you alive."


    "Devil... I''m going to die."


    "Die?" said the groom. "It''s not time. People will die sooner or later, but your death is not now or here. Live like a dog and obey his orders. Maybe you still have a chance to leave here."


    "Don''t move!" the groom pressed him and poured a ladle of cold water on his head. "I know you don''t believe it, but I didn''t say I would save you. I just told you not to hurry to die and stay honest. You are his toy now. He won''t kill you, but will torture you all the time, which can satisfy him."


    "In this way, I''d rather die!" he spit out a sentence from his throat.


    "I said, it''s not time." the groom continued to brush his back. "You don''t have to rush to see death. Death never tells people of his arrival. When you think you should take the initiative to see him, you have to learn to remind yourself: it''s not time."


    "I... I''m not alive -"


    "-- why?" the groom interrupted him. "If you want to die, it means you have no ambition. You probably have no women, few friends, and all your family have died long ago."


    After a pause, the groom said, "revenge is the best reason for people to live. Think about everything he has now, it should belong to you, and his torture to you. Are you willing to die like this? Don''t you want them to pay ten times and a hundred times?"


    "Live - Revenge! It doesn''t matter if you want to be a dog. Who knows if human beings are worse than them in the eyes of dogs."


    Revenge?


    He stared at the blonde boy standing in the distance, slowly biting his loose teeth together.


    Yes, revenge, I should revenge, I want revenge! It doesn''t matter to be a dog!


    "Bow your head." the groom pressed his head. "Before you leave this castle, you''d better not think about anything and control your eyes. You''re just a smelly dog now."


    Looking down at his incomplete hands and feet, the missing part seemed to whisper in his ear: you are a dog, dirty and smelly dog, humble and poor dog, clever and sensible dog


    "Are you ready!"


    The blonde boy walked up and looked at him squatting on the ground like a dog. Hehe said with a smile: "good, really good! Hehe, a good dog trained by me!"


    "Your Excellency, it''s all washed." the groom bowed aside. "It''s clean as you ordered."


    "Hey, good dog, let''s hear it twice." the boy''s eyes were overexcited.


    He barked twice, and then turned his head. He looked very clever.


    "Good, good, good!" the blonde clapped his hands and looked happy.


    "You!" he pointed to the groom who was bending to one side. "Go and find a dog rope for my good dog and get a cloth that can cover the dog''s ass. hey, hey, I can''t wait to take it to the guests!"


    "Yes, count," answered the groom.


    At this time, a knight wearing only upper plate armor came quickly, looked at the young man and said anxiously, "Your Excellency, the vassals have all arrived at the Council hall. Madam asked you to go immediately."


    ……