Clement von Rotner was confused.
(What the hell...? What the hell is this...?)
The sofa seated in a forceful position is a first class piece of glossy leather that holds the weight of the body softly.
Beautifully polished stone floors are lined with luxurious carpets that can bury your ankles.
Tea set on chandelier, painting on vase.
Until now, even Clement, who has been familiar with luxury goods as the prime minister of the great power Luden, has been able to incorporate exquisite products into this room.
"Yes, please. It's yours, Clemens."
With a pleasant voice in his ear, he was given seven cards.
With diamonds on the heart, clovers on the spades - four different patterns and numbers, as well as pictures of the kings - it was an object that was decorated with gold leaf everywhere and itself enjoyed as a work of art.
This is a prison.
It is also a prison where prisoners should always be abused under harsh conditions.
And why is this place as beautiful and comfortable as a royal palace - no, it's even more beautiful.
(Who the hell are these people...)
About two days after I went to jail and regained my ego.
Clement was searching the prison without hesitation, pretending to be an obedient prisoner.
Yes, Explore.
Surprisingly, here the prisoners are walking freely through the building without being chained or trapped in a room.
Still, strangely enough, there's no disturbance of discipline in the prison.
Buildings are kept clean, meals are decent, and prisoners are diligent in their duties. It was like a perfectly controlled military dorm.
However, there is a picture in this prison of prisoners who appear to be allowed freedom, but who are not close at all.
The top floor of a prison built on a cliff.
Looking down at the desolate sea beneath you, in the space where the cells were formerly lined up, there were gatherings of what they called "great sinners."
Indeed, here, I wondered if the prisoner was strictly connected, and the expectation was greatly betrayed.
Spacious space with luxurious furniture. Six men and women enjoyed tea leisurely on a comfortable sofa.
A tough looking man, a musculoskeletal giant, a young man in white for some reason, a mild man and a woman with objects like butlers - I felt like I had seen Rottner somewhere - a young man.
They come in a variety of shapes, but they are all uniformly dressed in a clean and beautiful manner that no prisoner can imagine.
And then...
"Heere. Your hands are stopped. Don't you have to sort your hands? If they give us the cards, we need to start thinking about a plan right away. Because your future life is at stake."
Clemens stared seriously at the woman who gently touched her arm and told her with a sweet voice mixed with honey.
Beautiful woman.
Perfectly shaped lips with loosely waving silver hair, vascular-permeable white skin, puzzling blue eyes.
The red dot of the "great sinners", the woman who wore a negrije-like dress and collapsed, as if she were the queen of this prison, laid herself on the deepest sofa.
Haidemarie, a beautiful whore once regarded as a leaning country, smiles thinly and tells her to sing.
"As I explained earlier about the strength and role of cards. I put out strong cards in turn and lost my cards. The Emperor (Kaiser) at first, the Great Poor at last. If thou hast become an emperor, we will follow thee, and we will deliver thee out of this prison."
…………
A woman who talks like nothing about the liberation from Valzer prison, which is said to be the hell of the world.
The word cannot be true.
There can be no way - Clement looked into her blue eyes and it seemed that all the words spinned from her lips were true.
"But Clement. We're pretty strong, aren't we? Please be careful not to lose all your money and become impoverished."
Like a cat, your whimsical and noble eyes blink with joy.
Come on, and she called Clement.
I see you've got your hand. I'll take the first card. "