The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 35: The Bad Seed!

"Eliza... Miss Eliza..."

At this moment, in the dungeon, Knight Peter's lips were dry and bloodless from not drinking water for three days. He was in a daze and was clearly somewhat delirious. When he saw Eliza again, he even called her by her old name in a daze.

Clearly, in the heart of this middle-aged knight, the mistress he was protecting was still the Miss Eliza from before, not the current Lady of the City.

A hint of pity flashed in Eliza's eyes as she looked at the maid beside her: "Why didn't you give him water?"

"He won't drink...and he won't eat. He's been on a hunger strike for three days," the maid said cautiously.

"I understand." Eliza sighed softly. "You may leave."

After the maid left, Eliza approached the cage, her tone finally softening: "You shouldn't be so self-destructive. I'm only doing this to be on the safe side. I know you won't betray me."

Peter looked up, his bewildered eyes slowly clearing, then he shook his head with a hint of a smile: "Miss, you don't know, even in such a dangerous environment, you still chose to lock your only knight in the dungeon... Oh no, he's not the only one anymore, you already have a new knight!"

Eliza: "........"

"You don't know if I will betray you, you... don't trust me!"

Eliza remained silent, her eyes filled with complex emotions. When the other person was an eleven-year-old boy, he saw her at the age of four and vowed that he would become an excellent knight and be loyal to her.

He did it, even giving up his future in the north to follow a woman who had married out of the country to a remote city in the Rhine Empire, never leaving her side, yet now she suspects him of being a threat.

Sometimes I'm a lot like my father, cold-blooded like a snake!

"I'm sorry..." Eliza lowered her head, her voice as soft as a cat's murmur.

"No, you did very well!" Peter said with a satisfied smile, "Your ability to calmly analyze the potential problems I might have at this time proves that you are capable of establishing yourself outside. The old count made the right choice in you!"

"Don't mention him!" Eliza's voice turned cold and hard again as she slowly stood up. "I'm ordering you: eat and drink. I'll need you later!"

"At your service, my master!" Peter grinned, picked up the steak next to him, and began to wolf it down.

"Slow down..." Eliza looked at the other person who was still so obedient, and her eyes softened again.

"Actually, you're right..." Peter said while eating.

Eliza, who was about to leave, paused, her whole body stiffening.

"But you're still not as ruthless as the old Earl." Peter finished the pot of water, panting heavily. "If you thought I was involved, you should have killed me, or used me to lure out the mastermind, instead of locking me up like this. This only exposes you!"

Eliza's pupils contracted, and she looked warily at the cage to see if it was sturdy.

"Don't worry, the cage is sturdy; you're quite cautious." Peter wiped the grease from his lips and grinned. "But my absence for a few days has aroused suspicion over there. From the beginning, you didn't really believe I would betray you, so it's a pity..."

Has he truly betrayed himself? But if he was on a hunger strike just a few days ago to prove his innocence, why did he admit it today? Could it be...?

Eliza suddenly realized something and quickly ran upwards.

She decisively did not take the conventional route. The Luther family's underground prison was very sophisticated. It was not only a cell but also an escape route. In addition to the obvious exit, there were actually two other exits.

Cleverly, Eliza hid in the closest and most secluded passage. The intricate mechanism closed immediately after she entered. The passage led directly to a room in the villa, supposedly built by the old city lord, with the rule that it could only be revealed to the heir to the title, not even to the second son or wife. She had gone to great lengths to obtain this information from her husband.

Not long after entering the passage, she clearly heard the screams of the maid from outside the dungeon, as well as the sound of the dungeon doors being opened.

Eliza felt a chill run down her spine and cautiously crawled towards the other end of the passage. She had to escape with Martin as soon as possible.

With a click, the secret passage's mechanism opened, and Eliza cautiously crawled out. As soon as she emerged, she was hit by a pungent stench of blood. When she quietly walked from the inconspicuous room into the hall, the scene she witnessed almost made her vomit.

Martin was bound by black thorns, his scalp was forcibly ripped off, and a man in black robes stood opposite him. Plant-like roots grew from his ten fingers and seeped into Martin's skinned brain, causing Martin to convulse in agony.

"A corpse collector? A superhuman doctor? That's interesting information. Luckily, we turned Knight Peter against us, otherwise we really wouldn't have known that there was such a person in Holy Stone City..."

Done! !

Eliza collapsed to the ground, her heart breaking in that moment, and everything was over!

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"Oh, look at our poor Knight Peter."

Outside the dungeon, the young man in red mocked him mercilessly. Inside the dungeon, Peter continued to devour his steak, trying his best to regain his lost strength.

"See? I told you so, didn't I?" The boy in red continued, "For a woman, no matter how much sincerity you give, it's useless. Look, how many years have you protected her? How much effort have you put in from north to south? But what have you gotten in return? You can only listen from outside the house as other men ravage her. She remains noble to you, but at night she can wear sexy lingerie just to win the favor of her real man."

"And you... got nothing, and ended up like this because of a single doubt. This is the woman you've protected for half your life."

"Shut up!" Peter stood up, his fierce eyes like those of a venomous wolf!

"I'm helping your brother." The other person smiled and spread their hands. "Don't worry, we'll catch her soon, and we'll keep our promise to let you have her completely, instead of just listening to her moaning outside the door."

"Alright, Rose!" a dark-skinned, overweight middle-aged man said coldly. "You talk too much. Where is she?"

"She just left. If you didn't encounter her along the way, it means she went to another secret passage. Open the cell door, and I'll lead you to find her!"

Why?

Inside Lord Allen's manor, blood flowed like a river. Black thorns transformed the manor's exquisite gardens into a sinister scene. Hundreds of servants were entangled in the thorns, their bodies drained of all their nutrients like air leaking out. Their bodies were withered and dried up like human skin, yet they could still groan in agony.

Like prey caught by a spider, you suffer the most terrifying nightmare as your bones, internal organs, and flesh are dissolved, turned into liquid, and slowly absorbed, while your brain remains absolutely conscious.

Meanwhile, high up in the manor, Gina, with her sapphire-blue eyes, watched all of this with a satisfied, mocking expression.

Inside the house behind him, the Minister of the Interior, who was most beloved by the people and supported by the nobles in Holy Stone City, and who was once a brilliant financial scholar in Milandil, who had single-handedly developed Holy Stone City from an unknown city into its current scale, was now, like the servants outside, entangled in countless black thorns, his body being melted away by incredibly cruel methods.

Allen suddenly understood why a marquis who admired him had once said that force was the foundation of power.

The game of power often relies on rules, but when some people don't follow the rules, even the best power tactics and schemes are like rootless duckweed. Take myself for example, I've made a lot of plans, but all I need is an extraordinary strongman to make me as humble and powerless as those servants!

But he never expected that it would be his most beloved granddaughter who would strike him!

Gina's parents died early, and he had been raising her by himself since she was ten. He cared for her even more than for his own children in Milandil. He was getting old and always hoped that there would be a true heir to continue to manage everything in Holy Stone City. After all, he couldn't stay young forever like Lord Michel. Michel's youth came at a price, a price he was no longer able to pay when he met his beautiful wife.

He did not regret his choice, nor did he want his children to follow the lonely path that Michelle had taken. He hoped that his family would remain wealthy and happy, but he never expected that in the end, it would be his most cherished family who would betray him!

"Why?" Gina tilted her head, a bright smile spreading across her beautiful face. "Why does Grandpa want me to stay here? I could be like my cousins, studying in Milan, experiencing more of life's wonders, and leading a better life. What makes me inferior to them? Is it just because my parents died, and they didn't?"

Is that all?

Allen felt his body lose all warmth, which could also be because his body was melting.

"I just want to...give you the best."

"You just want to give me what you think is the best, to make me like you, a miser, continuing to guard this place." Gina stretched. "You think this place is endless wealth, needing the smartest descendant to guard it? Is this good for me? Guarding such wealth, like you, working diligently, what's the difference between that and a gatekeeper's dog?"

Allen was taken aback. He suddenly realized that his granddaughter knew the secret of the forest. In other words, she should know how much wealth she was guarding. Raising her in this remote city was actually to entrust this greatest treasure to her. She knew all of this.

Even knowing this, she still chose to harm herself...

hehe......

Allen laughed, a laugh so sorrowful...