"Why do they love to build dungeons underneath the castle?" Ailuodi frowned.
"These aren't jails for criminals, but private dungeons of the rulers. The fate of those imprisoned here doesn't need a trial, it's entirely up to the lord whether they live or die," Kokomoqi said indifferently. "Doesn't Thistlefort have such a place? It's actually rare for the Paradise Sect not to make use of it."
Seeing someone approaching, all the prisoners behind the bars crowded over, reaching out to Chaoyang and the others, begging—
"Give us some food, my lord!"
"I'm about to starve to death…"
"Please, let me see the Duke, I'm innocent!"
Kokomoqi did not glance aside, and following the black smoke, they reached the deepest cell, where under the torchlight, Chaoyang saw that this cage was crammed with about eight or nine people, men and women, both young and old. All were scantily clad and emaciated, clearly having been imprisoned here for a while.
