Chapter 97

In a dark prison, a silver haired girl could be seen sitting in a corner with her knees in her arms, her limbs bound by chains and shackles.

Even the notorious "witch" is only a prisoner here, but no one dares to offend the girl.

With her eyes closed, the silver haired girl exudes a feeling of death all over her, just like a dying person.

But she is only a young child, only 14 years old. How does this sense of silence come from?

Dada.

Footsteps sounded in the dark prison, a shadow grew bigger and bigger with the candle, and several people came to the prison.

The leader standing in the center is a man with white hair but not very tall. He seems to be only in his fifties.

The man's eyes had gone through a lot of vicissitudes. He looked at the silver haired girl in the cell.

"You go down first."

The man, who was almost old, ordered the people around him.

"My Lord! She is very dangerous!"

"It doesn't matter. Go down."

The man shook his head and didn't seem to care. He glanced at the people around him.

After the eyes understood, those people had to sigh at the bottom of their hearts. They didn't understand the man's practice very much.

"Sir, we'll wait outside if..."

At this point, the man will not say more. After all, this is not the first time.

After the guards left, the middle-aged man spread out his palm and put a silver key there. He picked up the key and inserted it into the lock of his cell.

Click.

The door of the cell was opened, and the man entered the cell. He sat in front of the silver haired girl.

"Elia."

The silver haired girl who heard the name seemed to fluctuate. Her eyes slowly opened and her black pupils stared at the man opposite.

"Sorry, I can't take you where you want to go, but ah... I brought you two things."

The man took out a picture book and a conch. He stood up and went to the girl, put his things on the ground, then returned to his original position, sat down and looked at the girl quietly.

There seemed to be a little luster in Elia's eyes. She picked up the conch and looked at it for a while. Then she picked up the picture book and opened it. The black pupils suddenly widened.

There is a hand-painted picture of the sea on the picture book. It is very beautiful. It seems that the painter has a deep foundation. Even the color is deep and shallow, as if he is directly engraving the picture.

"Big... Sea..."

Elia whispered these two words in her mouth. In the depths of her eyes, a color called longing emerged.

"The conch was brought back from the sea. Maybe you can still hear the sound of the sea."

When he saw that the girl's look had changed, the man seemed very satisfied, and he showed a kind smile. Novel network

"The sound of the sea..."

Elia murmured. She looked at the blue sea map and put the conch in her ear. A noisy voice came. There were roaring winds and waves and chirping gulls. Countless voices mixed together, but they were so beautiful.

Elia listened to the sound inside the conch like that and looked at the sea in the picture book, as if she was a little distracted.

Just sitting quietly, no one bothered. Time passed quickly, and the man looked at the silver haired girl quietly.

"I want to go."

I don't know how long later, Elia finally said this sentence, which seemed to be saying to the man, with a hint of prayer.

When he heard this, the man's smile stopped suddenly. He looked at Elia in a daze, his wrinkled hands clenched into fists, and his eyes were full of apology.

"Sorry."

His apology was sincere and full of apology.

The girl's identity is very heavy, so he can't let the girl out at all.

Elijah was not talking anymore. She still looked at the sea on the picture book, and the noise echoed in her ears, but the light in her eyes was getting darker and darker, but there was still a little light left in the end.

Even so, maybe she has been satisfied.

Seeing that Elia had returned to normal again, the man had to close his eyes and sigh at the bottom of his heart.

The man opened his eyes again. He stood up and looked at the silver haired girl again. Finally, he walked out of the cell and locked the lock.

In the cell, Elia didn't fluctuate at all because of the man's departure. She stared at the picture book for a long time.

"My Lord!"

After seeing the man come out, the guards were relieved. They were so frightened every time.

"Let's go."

The man nodded to the guards and motioned. He walked up the stairs, followed by the guards.

After leaving the prison, the warm sunshine shone on the people, dispelling the haze brought out from the prison.

When he came to an office, the man sat in his chair with a haggard face and seemed to worry too much.

"My Lord, why are you so kind to the witch?"

A young guard asked everyone's questions. He didn't understand that the adult was so kind to that man.

"Kind... Indeed, just pity for her?"

The man seemed to laugh at himself. He clenched his hands on the table and leaned his head on the back of his hands. The sad look was not seen.

"I used to, but I have a daughter. Up to now, I still clearly remember her appearance. She is a very lovely child.

And Elia, like my child, you understand that mood? "

After listening to the man's words, everyone was silent. They didn't know much about the adult. They just knew that the man was a very kind boss.

One thing can be learned from his mouth. The adult's daughter may be dead, and it is probably understandable why she takes care of the girl so much, although she can't feel it.

"Sir, it is said that the" witch "should go to the ghajib arena in order to attract tourists."

Even the reporter felt helpless. Although the little girl was called the "witch", the "witch" was only a child.

"What about the time limit?"

"Ten days."

The man was silent. Finally, he raised his head. There seemed to be a trace of anger in his eyes. Finally, he sighed again.

"That is to say, there is another fight on the 15th day, which is the winning game."

"But my Lord, the boss has been a little impatient, so drag on..."

The reporter is also worried. After all, it has been delayed for more than half a year. Even if this adult is in an important position and the manager of Sattar arena, I'm afraid he will be severely suppressed in the end.

They don't want this kind-hearted adult to be punished.

"Just do what I say. All right, you all go down."

The man finally gave an order.

"Yes."

Everyone sighed secretly and thought it was too bad for the adult, but there was nothing to do.

After his men withdrew, he got up. He turned around and looked through the glass window at the dark clouds gradually spreading all over the sky. His eyes were full of worry and his mouth gave a deep sigh.

"Elia, this may be... The last time I can help you."