knight legend

Devi looked at the letter of guarantee that Archiberg handed him, and smiled.

"Little Archie, it's better to avoid such things."

Archieberger didn't look at him, and said stubbornly, "It's just a matter of typing."

Devi was angry and amused.It is true that ordinary people like Nassar should not come and go in the magic prison, but he feels that his nephew is really a jerk. In order to avoid making the magic prison take responsibility, he asked him to sign a cold guarantee, and he did abide by the rules and procedures. , but too cold-blooded.

Besides, seriously, the lives of civilians are not worth a lot of money, and Devi sympathizes with their plight from the aristocratic class.

Dozens of young people like Nassar die a year because of similar things, and they are willing to do anything as long as they are paid.

Life, which cannot be measured by money, has made great sacrifices for money. Nowadays, life is divided into high and low.

Devi stuffed the paper back into Archiberg's pocket and said, "Isn't it a bit human? Take a page from Naiden, he's a little more tactful than you."

Archiberg thought he would not give the paper back to Nassar.

"How old is it? I'll be eighteen in a few months. Be more mature. So what if I'm willing to come to the magic prison?"

Devi couldn't see Archieberger's stubbornness, so he sank into the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine and sipped slowly.

The cells were constantly covered with white cloths, but the bodies of some people were exposed to the air without the cloths covering them.

Naiden had seen many deaths on the battlefield, but he didn't like to see such scenes. The guards didn't bother to introduce the causes of these people's deaths to him. They must be different, some committed suicide, and some were due to illness.

The trouble is the members who join Opal, many of them are sick, relying on Opal to barely survive, lingering, but their bodies are just the beauty of the light, and they are in reality when they arrive in the cell, they need to drink medicine all day long, relying on giant magic Plants keep breathing. Sometimes, some people's lives are cheap and worthless, and someone will secretly cut that plant and let it grow again. Magic power is very precious.

The guard opened the door on one side, revealing the same pale faces, which looked like they had been punished.

"These dozen or so are all of that batch of believers, and the numbers are all of the same batch." When the guard introduced him, his body language was rich, as if he was selling pigs.

Naiden showed them the portraits and asked them a few more questions, but to no avail.

"Don't ask us questions..."

"I want to take Mel away." Naiden pointed to the man in the far corner. Mel has a head of slightly long black hair, calm and composed, and his thoughts seem to be floating in the sky. Even if his hands are bound by iron chains, he looks at ease. Yesterday He is still in a confrontation with the interrogator and is still safe and sound today.

Naiden's words startled thousands of birds, dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Mel, and then those eyes barely remained calm.

Naiden heard about the wizard Mel when he came here.

My favorite thing is to make potions. I have driven countless interrogators crazy, and they will turn into toads from them, just like children, and their moods are unpredictable.

Even if the wizard's special wand was confiscated, he could still cast magic. From this, it can be seen that the ability to manipulate magic power is excellent, but the results in the magic appraisal certificate are terrible.

This proves that what he has learned is ancient magic skills, not the knight magic that is compatible with magic knights today.

"Mel, I heard that you are a big shot in Opal Cult. Therefore, I will not torture you."

The candlelight reflected the shadows of the three on the wall, which were stretched long and narrow.

Mel's hands were firmly bound by iron chains. He showed a pale face and a faint smile: "Hey, how many times have I said that I really have nothing to do with the Opal Cult."

The guard handed over the work to the interrogator. The interrogator glanced at Naiden and said to him, "It was the same yesterday. This liar doesn't have a single word of truth in his mouth."

"Five, no, four, right?" Mel lowered his head and muttered a few words in a low voice. Several cards fell out of his hand, with men, women, gold coins and scales drawn on them.

"Because that woman is beautiful, it's okay to do something wrong, but it's illegally collecting magic plants—"

Mel's voice was like a saw being sawed on the wood and pulled back and forth, making a screeching sound of "thud, thud, thud". Dark blood.

"Stop talking nonsense--"

The interrogator wanted another punch, but Naiden stopped him.

Mel didn't say thank you.

"Dude, don't bother with the prisoner, it's just nonsense, I buy you a drink?" Naiden smiled, and his smile was contagious.

Mel leaned over, sniffed Naiden's clothes nervously, and said to himself: "One, two, three, no, it's ten, you're just like him."

"Huh?" Naiden looked at the crazy Mel without paying attention, and said to the interrogator, "This is?"

The interrogator snorted coldly, wiped the blood from his fist, shrugged and said: "The boring "digital divination" is like a lunatic. If it wasn't for providing important witnesses for Opal, I think he could have been sent on the road long ago." . "

Mel was indeed a strange person. Not many people would show their teeth and smile after being beaten, and he looked disdainful again. His wrists were covered with cut marks, and some plant juice was stained between his fingers, like It seems that a lot of ingredients have been smashed to make potions just now——

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