Tennis didn't want to bring Tidlit with him. The dirty prison was not in line with the noble princess. But the tense situation outside the city put an end to the social life in the city. The girl was bored and insisted on going out for a walk. Besides, Lyon divided them into three groups, each of which needed a Frankish translation.

The security of Caen City, which has nearly a hundred churches, has always been very good. When Bishop Luther got into a tough ruling and law, the idle judicial system was overwhelmed, and the authorities were forced to requisition houses and volunteers. The loopholes in defense naturally made it much easier to escape the prison. Erin planned to find the lucky ones who escaped the death penalty. She felt that instead of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the smelly cell, she felt that it would be better to grab a few talking mouths.

The confession of the living is also needed. Once you have made a vow to the statue of the Virgin, it will become the most critical evidence.

With this purpose, Erin and Tennis set out for the temporary camp where refugees gathered outside the north gate. This place is less than one mile away from the king's army, but King Frank seemed to lack interest in his subjects and did not express any assistance. As compensation regardless of the consequences, His Majesty's men never stopped the convoy that sent supplies to the camp. Erin felt that the reason why the royal cavalry just now insisted on stopping them and interrogating was all because of himself.

The leader of the team always wanted to talk to the Elf Lady, and the Ranger first said that she couldn't understand. The gentleman immediately spoke fluent imperial language, and Erin simply waved his hand and asked Tennis to help her explain that she didn't understand human language. The Knight bowed and retreated with regret on his face. Erin held back. He held back her laughter. At the beginning of Tessy, she used this trick to reject many difficult suitors.

The so-called camp is a messy shack that stretches for several miles, with no plans and no guards standing guard. Refugees never worry about safety issues. They are already penniless. Only local residents will consider this kind of thing. Children are chasing and fighting outside the camp, and the sorrow of leaving their hometown has not yet infected the children. The sharp-eyed people soon discovered the convoy and began to run alongside them.

The carriage passed through the crowd and drove towards the camp. The food of less than twenty cars was like falling into a pile of dead grass, igniting the desires of too many people.

More and more refugees gathered next to the carriage, from waiting and watching to touching. Erin understood why the king's cavalry ignored the armed escort. This was a necessary means without military purpose. The guards on the carriage were responsible for driving away the madmen who wanted to snatch supplies, and those who were too close were whipped. Erin and Tennis sat in the first carriage, with only two elves left beside the groom.

"Miss, have you seen the stick on the top of the box?" The coachman's imperial language was right, and he also knew that Erin was deliberately pretending to be stupid to the king's people.

The Ranger had already caught the wooden stick, and the reason why she failed to imitate the soldiers behind was purely because she couldn't do anything. The robbers surrounding the carriage were not evil robbers, but just poor people who were hungry. There were children, old people, and mothers holding babies. They had yellow faces and thin skin and ragged clothes.

The situation on Tennis was similar, but he was a man after all. Seeing that Erin was a beautiful elf woman, the refugee thought she was soft-hearted with preconceived thought that most of them went around her side and reached out with countless hands.

"donnez quelque chose à manger, mademoiselle." A one-armed man begged her, Erin shook her head, only understanding the words "Miss" and "Eat".

"j’ai faim, j’ai faim." It was a little girl, there was no adult around her, like an orphan. Erin knew she was hungry, and before the elf could react, the little girl was gone.

"un peunourriture pour moimon bébé..." A woman holding a baby rushed into the crowd desperately.

Erin's eyes turned red and she covered her mouth. Her hands became soft. When other refugees saw the opportunity, they rushed up one after another. The mother holding the child screamed and was forcibly pushed to the back.

The pile of flour bags piled up in the car, which were piled up in a small hill, suddenly, and the coachman wanted to stop him, but was knocked down with a punch. Erin heard Tennis shouting, the Rangers warned the refugees to stay away. She was carrying a bow and a sword given by her relatives on her waist, but she couldn't use them on these people. She stood on the roof of the carriage with a wooden stick, staring at the frenzy crowd with wide eyes, not knowing who to hit.

Ranger tentatively poked the man who had robbed the most fiercely and made him run away with his head covering. The wooden stick was quickly caught by the person below and pulled her off the carriage. Erin kicked and beaten, but it didn't work. Instead, someone held her hands and feet tightly.

"Tennis!" She called her partner's name, "Help!" Erin screamed at the top of her voice.

The blonde little princess looked down on her and occasionally had eye contact. She insisted on snorting and turning her head away. Tidlit's arrogant look made Ella so angry that her teeth itched, and she also acted as if she ignored the other party. As a dwarf sandwiched between the elf women, Flint was tortured to the point of being crazy. He only knew one thing that the woman in the Bronzebeard Castle would never be so pretentious.

Christina would not be like this either as a high elves. Flint selectively ignored the fact that the elves had lost their mother since childhood and were raised by humans.

When the two women ignored each other, he had to coordinate in the center. The dwarf with thick lines and highly sensitive elves was extremely inefficient. Yesterday, he only searched for one dungeon all day. Flynn stared at the five remaining place names on the note, and then looked back at the elves who were advancing along both sides of the road. The dwarf took a deep breath.

He made an important decision, just ask the elf woman to die, I will investigate it myself! The dwarf did it as soon as he said, speeded up his pace, and wanted to get rid of the burden of black and white. This was just wishful thinking. The dwarf was good at enduring hardships, and his short legs were not suitable for sprinting. When he ran to the gate of the second prison, he failed to let the elf woman disappear as he wished.

Ella knocked on the door for a long time. She clearly heard someone chatting in the room behind the door, but no one came to open the door.

The dark elf took a few steps back and shouted with his waist, "bonjour, quelqu’un est là?"

Flint raised his eyebrows, and the localized pronunciation of the curled tongue of the dark elf made him look at him with admiration. Then the nun repeated it again, and the door still didn't open. It turned out that she only knew this sentence.

"Go away." Even Flint thought Ted was too rude, even though she said to Ella.

The nun retreated unwillingly, and who told her not to speak Frank. The dwarf heard Tidlit say a few words to the door, as if mentioning the duke's name. After the hustle and bustle footsteps, the door quickly opened.

Tid turned her face and rolled her eyes not just for Ella, but Flint also had a share. The dwarf secretly vowed to find an opportunity to teach this yellow-haired girl what respects the elders are.

"As you can see, sister nuns, we are just an ordinary prison here, and we have never been imprisoned for many witches." The bald warden rubbed his hands, followed behind the dark elves, and introduced them to the dwarves and Tidlit.

When talking about the "witch", Tidlit glanced at him and asked the warden to swallow the words below. She didn't know why Hei Pi was so interested in this prison that she wanted to look at every prison. Tid didn't like the look of the criminals staring at her and those frivolous whistles inside. The duke's name could only ensure that the jailer bowed his head, and she wanted to leave quickly.

She watched the dark elf look around like a hunting dog in disgust, wishing she could dig three feet into the ground.

Are traitors and prisons quite compatible? She uses the greatest malicious intention to guess her relatives.

The statue of the Virgin hanging on his chest shook when he passed by the first fork. The dark elf immediately stood firm. The cell on the left was empty, and on the right, the dark vision captured two red outlines.

"Hey, little beauty, why don't you come in and have fun with the old man..." The teasing words stopped abruptly, and the turbulent blush returned to its original place.

Humph, soft-footed shrimp. She couldn't remember the time it was the first time the man smiled at her first. When he got closer, he stepped back with disgust, as if he saw something dirty. The Virgin seemed to be motionless, maybe it was an illusion? The little princess smacked her lips impatiently, and Ella had to go forward. The oil lamp in the warden's hand made the person dizzy, so the nun simply drove him to the back.

The statue vibrated again, and at the same time it emitted a faint blue light. The nun stopped and the little princess once again showed impatience. Ella turned around and stared at her fiercely, scaring Tidlitt to the point of being too scared.

"Please open the door." She stood in front of a door, with a solid brick wall and a thick wooden door, completely different from the iron fence that imprisoned hooligans before. The warden took out the key happily, and the miracle appeared to make mortals bow their heads.

The choking stench hit my face, as if it had a physical body, Ella quickly covered her nose. Flint walked in without hesitation, indifferent to the stench. The blue light surrounding the icon was so strong that it could replace the oil lamp, it was right here. Ella took two deep breaths and stepped into the cell. No one followed, and Tidlit and the warden chose to stay outside.

There was nothing special inside. There was a straw-covered wooden board in the corner, and there were narrow ventilation holes in the center of the ceiling. The dung bucket on the ground was the source of foul smell. The magic of detecting evil spirits will not respond to excrement.

"Who has been locked here?" asked the nun.

The warden stood at the door. He heard the nun’s question and called out his name without hesitation.

"Miss Vanessa Paradis."

Interestingly, he actually used honorific words to the criminal. Ella felt that she had found the right place.

"Where is she executed?"

The idiot bishop finally caught a real witch.

"Nothing, sister nuns," the warden laughed, "Miss Paradis is soon paid off his bail and is released from prison, which is rare among the refugees in Calais. May Terra bless this decent lady."

"Where has she been?" The statue in her chest stopped beating, and the holy light gradually faded.
Chapter completed!