Wizard: I have an inventory

As night fell, Ryan, wearing a black cloak, walked low-key on the cobblestone streets of the capital of the Kingdom of Wiki.

The prosperity and bustle of the capital gradually quieted down at this moment, with only sporadic guards and passers-by passing by in a hurry. The dim street lights reflected Ryan's figure wandering like a ghost.

His destination was a gloomy building in the south of the city-the Royal Prison, where the most dangerous and cruel criminals in the Kingdom of Wiki were imprisoned, including many death row prisoners sentenced to death.

Ryan came here to obtain these abandoned lives. He needed these death row prisoners as experimental materials to make vengeful spirits, and such resources, although dangerous, were extremely valuable.

The profit from selling one alone was 200 magic stones. Of course, Ryan didn't want the wizards to know his dark history, so selling was impossible.

A thick shadow shrouded the gloomy building. The outer wall of the prison was covered with vines, which seemed to blend into the surrounding environment and exuded a decayed atmosphere. He gently adjusted his cloak and walked towards the gate of the prison, with an extremely calm heart.

In front of the prison gate, several jailers were standing guard bored. Ryan knocked on the iron door gently in the dark, and a dull echo broke the silence. The jailer looked up and saw the mysterious visitor, with a flash of vigilance in his eyes, but more of curiosity.

Ryan smiled slightly, raised his head calmly, and swept his eyes over them, seemingly not caring about the guards of these jailers.

"Who are you? What are you doing here late at night?" The jailer frowned and asked, his hand unconsciously tightening the hilt of the sword at his waist.

He had long been accustomed to these people who wanted to visit the prison or seek some kind of transaction, but the calmness and composure emanating from the man in front of him made him a little confused.

"I'm here to see the warden."

Ryan's tone was firm, his voice was low and powerful.

The jailers looked at each other. Although they had doubts in their hearts, Ryan's aura seemed to make them feel a little oppressive.

"What do you want to see the warden?" One of the jailers asked coldly.

Ryan didn't say much, and directly took out a small bag of heavy gold coins from his waist. The bag shook gently in his hand, and the sound of metal collision was crisp and pleasant in the silent air.

Then, he casually threw the bag of gold coins to the leading jailer, and the bag drew an arc in the air, and the jailer subconsciously reached out to catch it.

"Take me to see the warden." Ryan said briefly, his tone was calm and unyielding.

The jailer was stunned for a moment, and the small bag in his hand was a little heavy. He squeezed it and felt that there were a lot of gold coins in it. The coldness in his eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by a greedy smile.

He quickly stuffed the bag of gold coins into the pocket around his waist.

"Of course, sir, please follow me."

The jailer immediately changed his attitude, nodded and bowed, and even bent slightly to make a gesture of invitation. He led the way in front, his steps were much lighter than before, as if the bag of gold coins made him more flexible. Leading Ryan into the depths of the prison.

The interior of the prison was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

Ryan followed the jailer all the way, knowing that this road would lead to the warden's office. He had heard of this prison long ago. It held the most dangerous criminals in the kingdom, and today, he came for those sentenced to death.

Soon, they came to a huge wooden door with a plaque on it that read "Warden's Office". The jailer knocked on the door, and a low response came from inside, "Come in."

Ryan walked into the warden's office, and the dim light in the room made people feel depressed. There were several blurred portraits on the wall, depicting several important figures in the history of this prison, and the papers and documents on the table were in disarray, as if they had not been sorted for a long time.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" The warden looked up, his eyes sharp, and looked at Ryan. Although Ryan looked young, there was a firm breath in his eyes.

Ryan smiled slightly, cleared his throat, and decided to use a more direct way to let the warden understand his identity. He stretched out his palm, whispered a spell, and then cast his own light spell.

As the spell was completed, a gentle and bright light suddenly appeared in the air, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning. This light not only dispelled the shadows in the room, but also instantly illuminated the entire office, as if injecting new life into this dim environment.

"You...you are a wizard?"

The warden's expression changed slightly, with surprise and deep awe. He never thought that the young man in front of him would have such an ability, and he re-evaluated Ryan's identity in his heart.

Ryan nodded slightly, and the light danced in the air, reflecting his disguised face.

"Yes, I'm here to discuss something with you. About the death row prisoner in your hand."

Although the warden's heart was fluctuating, he still remained calm on the outside. He knew that wizards had a very important status in the Kingdom of Wiki and were extraordinary.

Even someone like him who controlled the prison had to be respectful in front of such an existence.

"Please sit down." The warden pointed to the chair opposite, and his tone gradually softened. "What do you want to talk about?"

Ryan smiled and dispelled the light spell, and the light in the air gradually returned to normal. Although his spell was not complicated, the light just now left a deep impression on the warden.

"I came here to get a hundred death row prisoners."

Ryan did not hesitate to express his intention directly.

"One hundred death row prisoners?!" The warden was stunned for a moment, then with a sarcastic smile, "What do you want them to do? We are not a place where we can release people casually."

Ryan disagreed, smiled slightly, and took out a small bottle from under his cloak. The liquid in the bottle shimmered like amber frozen in time.

Then he took out another bottle of potion from his arms, which was a darker-colored bottle of physical potion.

"If you can give me those who need it, I will provide these potions in exchange. This is a beauty-fixing potion that can rejuvenate people. If you have a woman at home, you will understand its value.

In addition, I can also provide physical potions, which can make you break through from a knight to a peak knight in one sip. It is not a dream to drink a bottle of great knight.

You don't need to know what I do, you just need to know that you can get these potions in exchange. I don't ask for much, just a few death row prisoners who are destined to be unable to escape death. "

The warden's eyes narrowed, and the brilliance of the potion caught his attention. He quickly calculated in his mind that the young wizard in front of him might not be simple, and these two potions were indeed of extremely high value.

This sentence dispelled the warden's last doubts. Death row prisoners have long been abandoned by society. No matter what they are used for, the final result is death. But the mysterious wizard in front of him brought him unexpected benefits.

"Okay..." The old warden finally nodded, his tone no longer serious, "Come with us, we will make arrangements for you."

Ryan followed him through the cold corridors of the prison, and there were bursts of painful groans and the sound of metal clashing from the depths. He walked behind calmly, mentally prepared.

Finally, they stopped in front of a heavy iron door. The jailer opened the door, and a row of death row prisoners were locked in a dark cell. Some of them were already haggard, and some looked fierce.

"There are only these 60 criminals on the current death row list, and many of them are approaching the date of execution. If we want to increase the number, it will take at least two months. We cannot release people arbitrarily. "

Ryan frowned slightly, such a small number of people may not be enough!

Seemingly seeing the dissatisfaction of the mysterious wizard, the warden hurriedly said: "The fate of each death row prisoner is determined through trial and legal procedures. We cannot add more at will. Whether we can reach 100 death row prisoners by then depends entirely on to the decision of the King and Parliament.”

"I understand, just sixty!"