Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1805: Cells

Slater stopped when he finally reached the prison cell, located in a secret passage from the wine cellar. The hallway leading down was lined with stone walls, much like those of old castles. Lights were scarce, but still sufficient to illuminate the path.

At the end, there was a metal door with only a small opening to peer inside.

Standing before it, he was about to reach for it when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Hey!"

Slater froze and gulped, turning his head towards the sound. Two guards, wearing uniforms identical to his own, were marching in his direction. When they stopped, he calmly faced them, meeting their gaze.

The first man looked at Slater, his brows knitted. "Who are you? I’ve never seen you around here before."

"Ahh..." Slater nodded to himself, his eyes darting between the two men. "I was told to check the prisoners by the commander. He said they’d be taking them later, so I was instructed to check."

The man standing before him narrowed his eyes suspiciously, while the other intuitively gripped the rifle strapped across his body. Slater noticed this but remained calm, meeting the first man’s eyes again.

"Why would the commander want you to check them?" the man asked suspiciously.

Slater shrugged. "I’m just following orders..." he trailed off, raising his brows as he looked at them. "...should I have asked and gotten killed?"

The men didn’t answer, their eyes never leaving Slater. It was true that when orders were given, there were no questions asked. If they were lucky, all they’d get was a warning. However, not everyone was lucky, as those unlucky ones didn’t meet the same fate.

but with an

as he took a step forward, causing Slater to step back. "We’re ordered not

this while unlocking

on the other hand, watched the keys jingle in the man’s hands. He then offered a

replied. "Why

sharp clang, and the man turned to Slater. "Stop smiling at me,

he mentally clicked his tongue. However, the next second, the

to the side and tipped his head in.

and then set his eyes inside the prison cells. No light allowed anyone

had been guarding the place went to each corner of the underground cell. There weren’t any switches they could turn on to bring some light

to illuminate the area. Even

man said, handing the lantern to Slater. "Go

Slater blurted out as he reached for the lantern. "How can

so do yours. Don’t get too close, though. Those rascals will take any chance they get—they

his lips drawn into a thin line, staring at the men standing before him. After a shallow breath, he nodded and then turned his back on them. He carefully approached

to the metal bars. As the light stretched inside,

His eyes dilated a bit as he breathed out

like sardines. The cell wasn’t small, but with so many people inside, even Slater felt suffocated. Some were almost