"Zombie! Why are you here?"

In the smelly and damp sewer, holding an inextinguishable lamp, he was pinching his nose with nowhere to go, looking shocked, and yelling at the big man sitting next to the broken wooden table.

Glover glanced at it, took off his weapon without saying a word, and pulled a duck leg away from the food bag he brought.

In every corner of the sewers, the Star Lake Guards were mobilized to follow the members of Prince Hu, while carrying out safety inspections with indestructible lamps ("Aside from cockroaches, spiders, rats, black, dirty, smelly and feces and urine, what on earth is there in this miserable place?")

Isn’t it safe?” - Nie Xi, who was squatting by the pool with a look of disgust on his face, holding his nose to stir up the sewage), while looking at this place that never saw the light of day in shock, sighing that His Highness is usually obedient and humble, but he actually hid at the critical moment.

This hand.

On the other side of the passage, a man sat up from his hay bed and made a dissatisfied sound.

"Wow, and you, dumb--I mean, handsome brother Rolf!"

Doyle waved hello happily, and the lamp shadows swayed, illuminating the entire passage.

Rolf frowned and stared at him for a while, then let out a warning growl before lying back on the bedclothes, turning over and facing the wall.

"He just finished his shift." Glover took a bite of meat and spoke concisely.

"So, starting from the North Gate Bridge, you guys have disappeared..." Huaiya stood guard at the small wooden door where the prince disappeared, holding a small book and frowning.

"Your Highness's order."

At the other end of the wooden table, Miranda took a sip of the freshly brewed yerba mate and said calmly.

"And my dearest and dearest Mira!"

Turning around, he opened his arms with a look of surprise:

"Oh my God, what kind of place is this? Why are you three hiding here?"

Did you mess up your mission and have no shame in going back to see His Highness?

"Be careful," an unfamiliar voice came from the corner, causing Custa, who was about to check the dungeon door, to step down. "Don't get too close to that door - we have calculated that it is the maximum distance for the prisoner's superpower to take effect.

.”

Everyone frowned.

"Ah, I recognize you, you are that flirtatious old friend from Seychelles..." Doyle patted his head and said to the speaker in the corner, a slovenly man holding a sword.

"Knight Cassian?" Wyatt recognized this man and looked shocked, "Why...are you here too?"

Cassian didn't even look up:

"Your captain isn't here?"

Huaiya looked confused:

"He, Lord Marius, said that this job is too simple and we can do it ourselves... But you just said that the prisoner? A superpower? That means the killer is behind here..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and looked at the wooden door one after another. Some were confused, some were surprised, and some were wary.

Nixi turned around, confused:

"What? Which killer?"

Huaiya ignored him, just flipped through his little notebook hastily, and suddenly realized:

"His Highness said that his weapons were taken away... I see, that's it..."

He raised his head and looked at Knight Cassian with his eyes closed and concentrating with complicated emotions.

"That means that all of this is a trap set by His Highness and Miss Hilley?" Paul said with a frown as his palms passed over the wall.

Most people raised their eyebrows and were surprised.

"Misleading," Cassian gently stroked his sword, "at least that's what the lady said."

"Wait a minute, you mean," after hearing this, he reacted, "the young couple didn't actually fall out?"

Cassian ignored him, and Wyatt focused on his own records.

"So that night, the mouse didn't escape," Morgan snorted, "it just changed its cage."

"He can never escape, that killer, that swordsman," Miranda said quietly, deep in thought, "no matter if there is a cage or not."

"I don't know whether he is caged or not, but I know he is dead," Glover spat out the bones and said harshly, "Bah, you are a clown who plays with people's hearts."

"Yes, it doesn't matter how high your skills are, or how extreme you are," Paul's eyes flashed, "In the face of power, he is just a clown, fighting like a trapped beast."

Cassian curled his lips imperceptibly.

"His Royal Highness has been here for so long, so he must have failed in persuading him to surrender, right? Let's just say, when will the torture begin to extract confessions?" Niexi geared up angrily, thinking about how to avenge old grudges.

He could only stare at the small door of the dungeon with a complicated expression and a sense of loss, and allowed Glover to plunder his food bag without any courtesy.

The Xinghu Guards completed the safety inspection according to the procedures, arranged their shifts, and found a place to rest.

"But," Huaiya couldn't help but say, "Prince Thales and... and your lady are inside, alone with the captives. Is it really safe?"

Everyone turned their eyes and stared at the small door.

"I don't know how your Highness is doing," Cassian said. "As for Miss Hilley, don't worry, she is very safe."

The one whose safety is in danger is the prisoner.

"The killer is an extreme master after all, or an evil vampire," Paul said calmly, tightening his tight-fitting weapon, "What makes you so confident?"

Cassian was silent for a while:

"experience."

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why.

at this time.

"Ahem..."

Cough a few times seriously to attract everyone's attention:

"So, Zombie, Mira, and Mute, you are carrying out important responsibilities under His Highness's orders? And you have been hiding it from us?"

Glover and Miranda looked at each other.

"Yes, because it is best that as few people know about this as possible..."

"With such an important task, why doesn't he...your highness let me do it?" he said pitifully, looking like his dream was shattered.

He is obviously the most prosperous guard officer in the guard!

Glover showed a troubled expression and looked at the others as if asking for help, but they all looked away without loyalty.

"Okay," the zombie had no way to ask for help, so he had no choice but to continue, "Actually, it's you..."

"In fact, His Highness plans to entrust you with an important task and you will take it on." Miranda suddenly spoke, interrupting Glover.

His eyes lit up and his ears pricked up.

"What? What an important task?"

But Miranda's expression darkened.

"But the price of that important task is too high," she said quietly, "in order to complete the task, you must die."

After the words fell, the sewer fell into silence.

"Death, death?"

His face suddenly turned pale.

Feeling the looks from the people around him, he coughed awkwardly:

"Death, death... I, I... I am not afraid... not afraid... afraid... afraid..."

Doyle was submissive and his tone softened:

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'm not up to it... After all, it's such an important task, and I'm too, too..."

"But His Highness couldn't bear your death, so he gave up." Miranda took a sip of the yerba mate tea brought by Xinghu Castle. The bitter taste entered her throat without changing her expression. "He was afraid that you would feel guilty, so he asked us to hide it from you."

"What a pity!"

He roared suddenly, startling everyone.

I saw the high-born Guardsman Doyle with a resolute look on his face, as if he was ready to die. In the smelly sewer, he boldly put his hands on his hips and waved:

"I still owe His Highness my life! If the prince orders me, even if I die, my body will be shattered into pieces by mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will not hesitate even a moment!"

Miranda and Glover looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Staring at the small wooden door where the prisoners were locked, he was beaming with joy and deliberately raised his voice, which shook the sewer:

"Your Highness is wise and kind, and he cares for his subordinates. We have nothing to do in return! Only——"

boom!

A prosthetic leg spun out from the hay bed, smashing both the person and his heroic words into the ditch in the middle of the passage.

Miranda, who was well prepared, had quick eyesight and quick hands, pushed out the scabbard, and accurately hooked the eternal lamp that Doyle had taken out.

"Told you."
To be continued...