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.

with an organization like this, he

he took a step forward, causing Slater to step back. "We’re ordered not to let anyone in here, so don’t take it

explained this while unlocking the door

watched the keys jingle in the man’s hands.

he replied. "Why would I

loosen with a sharp clang, and the man turned

clicked his tongue. However, the next second, the man pushed the metal door open. It creaked loudly and sharply, enough to make

was fully open, the man stood to the side and tipped his head in.

set his eyes inside the prison cells. No light allowed anyone to see clearly. Only the faint light from the hallway shone in, but

each corner of the underground cell. There weren’t any

Even so, the men just took the lantern from its hook and

the other man said, handing the lantern to Slater.

blurted out as he reached for

do yours. Don’t get too close, though.

standing before him. After a shallow breath, he nodded and then turned his back on them. He carefully approached the

As the light stretched inside, he paused. His grip on the lantern trembled slightly

dilated a bit as

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