我在無限遊戲裡封神 (Eng)

140. The Witch's Trials

Chapter 532

The main hall of the Papal Palace.

This is the main hall, which only the Pope and his entourage are allowed to enter, and which is guarded by guards so thick that not even a mosquito can get in for a day, and at this time of the Pope's assassination, is lined with all sorts of mechanisms and guards for witches.

The closely guarded Pope was now huddled in his seat with fear on his face, his chest heaving violently, panting so hard he was about to vomit.

The fear of having escaped death at the hands of the Queen of Hearts still hung over him like a sword, as he stepped on his head, looked at him with the indifference and hatred of an ant, and said to him with a lowered head.

"What on earth gave you the confidence to say the words you are my father?"

The Pope, who had never been threatened with death so close to him again after the Witch's Heart trial, looked up in a trance, opposite the mirror, the mirror in which Hearts had stopped moving after one look.

Just as he was about to kill himself under the compulsion of the Hearts, the Hearts stopped moving as if frozen in time and were taken to the bottom of the cell.

-- like the enemy killing you is even more frightening because you don't know why the enemy spared you.

The Pope shuddered in fear and closed his eyes, but couldn't help thinking - it was all right, the prison at the bottom of the Sky was so hard there was no way a man could get out of it!

But at the same time, it occurred to him in some trance -

What was it that made his own child, whom he had judged by his own hand, so powerful, and what was it that spared him?

Is it because he's his father?

If the Pope had asked this question and Phoebe had heard it at the door, she would have laughed out loud at the sheer hilarity of what he said and broken her pretense of innocence.

If there were 10,000 bad revenge stories in the world about poor children of their biological scum fathers who show mercy to their fathers and let them off the hook in revenge, there would not be one with a protagonist named Hearts.

--This is a guy who can keep his adoptive and biological fathers and twenty-three stallions in heat together.

A man who makes a fool of himself with Hearts can only get himself killed.

The bottom cell of the Sky City.

Hearts' arms and legs were suspended by two thin, long white bone chains from the loops on either side of the cell, his shoulders pulled straight and immobile by this drawn-tight chain, his long crimson hair sliding down the back of his scarred, naked neck in front of his blade, the ground shuddering as blood dripped down the ends of his hair to the ground.

He slowly lifted his head to look at something directly above him, unable to resist a lazy grin on his face.

"No wonder I was told that the prison at the bottom of Sky Island was the best prison in the world for men and that I would never be able to get out, it's because of these things."

"It's quite a trick to hide the male eels and make a prison out of it."

Above Hearts' head is a huge, transparent glass pool filled with millions of tossing male eels, the sides of which are set into the rocky crevices of Sky Island, and it is at the bottom of this pool that Hearts is imprisoned. He could look up and see through the glass bottom the grey bodies of the eels writhing and tangling, like noodles coming to life, tumbling in the pool's boiling water.