The interrogation room is located at the bottom of the underground and belongs to the wettest area. Outside the interrogation room door, the dark stone steps are twilightly upwards, reaching the penultimate floor of the underground area.

Charles did not know how many floors the underground area of ​​the tower was, because he had been knocked unconscious before being brought in, and was already in the interrogation room after waking up. Therefore, he also did not know how many guards there were here, so he was very careful when attacking the two interrogators just now, for fear that they would make a big noise.

But in fact, no matter how careful he is, he still inevitably makes noises. At least, the guy who whipped himself was yelling before the attack!

"Luckily, the stone wall is very thick." Shire was quite grateful for this when he walked up carefully.

The sound of that voice is not light. If it were a normal environment, someone would have heard it. Judging from the lack of sound from the head, it seems that it was not noticed?

"Or why there is no one?"

This thought was broken as soon as it appeared, and he vaguely heard a passage in his ear.

Because he did not fully understand the common word of Veslot spoken by these people, and the sound of this is far away, it seemed hazy, so Charles did not know what he said in detail, but this was enough to prove that someone had existed on his head.

He was more careful because of this, and stared at the bone frame following him from the corner of his eyes, fearing that it would make some noise.

However, compared to him, he was not wearing shoes under his feet, and the hard bones collided with the stone steps and made a sound. The crisp collisions sounded like they hit the deep part of the young man's heart, making him feel even more and more frightened.

Fortunately, no special movement appeared on his head until he climbed to the last part of the stairs.

At this time, as soon as he looked up, he could see the edge area between the stairs and the upper floor, and the vague conversation sounded much clearer here. Charles paused carefully with his ears for a while, but most of the words could not be understood, but a few who understood could basically guess the current situation.

"Interrogation...sorry...no need to care..."

"Wet...Treason...Northern Army...Implicit us..."

...

"They thought the sound downstairs was the interrogator who was abused by me?" Charles, who was hiding in the shadow of the stone wall of the stairs, breathed a sigh of relief.

Listening to the sound alone, there seemed to be only two people on it. I was not sure if I could not hear the sounds from other locations because of the large area, so Charles was about to get closer.

"Stay here and wait for me." Turning his head and whispered to the skull hidden in the dark beside the wall. After seeing its mouth open and close, Charle crawled up with confidence.

Yes, he climbed, for fear of making a noise by accident, and he landed his legs carefully on the ground, slowly and gently climbed up the steps, looking like a big cat.

Fortunately, the last section of the road was not long, and within a minute or two, he had reached the top.

The part below the eyes is hidden under the steps. I quietly poked out my head and looked carefully. In front of me was a dark corridor, with gray and black wooden doors standing on both sides, and at the end of the corridor was a stone staircase leading to the upper level.

In the inner area of ​​this corridor, two guards in brown leather armor were sitting at a round table and chatting softly, and occasionally glanced at the door of a certain prison room.

A piece of information floated by.

[Two fully armed guards seem to be guarding an important prisoner, you may not be able to beat them]

"Just two?" After carefully glanced at it several times, he did not find other guards, which made Charles feel a little relaxed, but then he became tense again.

Although that prompt is quite annoying to the public, he doesn't think he will lose if he faces these two people.

This is not to say that his own combat effectiveness is greater than those two people. Charles relies on the bones behind him.

What is the first reaction of a normal person when he sees this terrifying creature?

Apart from some of the brave guys, all they think of is running away. As long as they reveal their backs, Charles will have a high hope of winning.

But he was not careless about it.

What if I can't win?

What if the enemy is not afraid of skeletons or is used to it?

Shire knows only limited knowledge of this world. Who knows if there are similar spells in this place?

Except for appearance, the skeleton soldier who revived the bones was just the combat power of an ordinary adult.

This is one of them, and another is, if they can beat the two guards, can they stop them in time and not warn them?

Although he did not see any warning measures, Shire did not think that there would be no preparation in this prison.

Just didn't find it.

"So you can only take the lead, not the force." Secretly finalized the course of action, Shire thought about it, turned around and walked downstairs again.

So not long after, a thick smoke appeared quietly.

The smoke rushed out of the interrogation room and spread along the steps. The two guards did not notice it at first. Until one of them shook his nose and turned his head to see the smoke coming out from the other side of the corridor.

"Is there something wrong?" The two looked at each other

"Is there anyone else in the interrogation room except for the two guys Will?"

"It seems that there is only one prisoner tied into rice dumplings and carried in."

So the two of them relaxed a little, and then they were full of doubts, "Then is this?"

They stepped to the stairs and looked down and couldn't see anything except smoke. "It's quite burning?" The two of them were a little panicked and were about to turn back and call people upstairs, but a dull voice came from the bottom of the building.

"Come and help!"

"Do you need to call someone down?" One of them suggested loudly, and he was somewhat relieved when he heard someone coming from inside.

"The smoke is big and the fire is small, four people are enough!"

The voice answered, so the two of them hurriedly ran away without thinking about it.

Then he never came up again.

After a while, Charles' figure covering his mouth with damp clothes rushed out. He kept coughing, and his eyes were choked with tears.

"Why is that pile of shit so easy to get a pile of rotten furniture? There is still such a big smoke?"

He kept cursing, but Charles didn't expect anyone to answer him. He escaped from the smoke range in disappointment, and the skull following him was grinning, as if he was silently mocking him.

Shire has a vague connection with the skeleton, and some of his orders can be executed as a result, but this does not mean that Shire can fully manipulate this bone frame. Relatively speaking, it is more like an obedient soldier than a mage's manipulation object.

Charles doubted whether the spell of bone resurrection would have incorporated the soul of the dead into the skeleton, otherwise why would this guy always show all kinds of rich expressions that are the same as that of a living person?

He didn't think this was a muscle instinct or something like that - the skull had no muscles.

...

Charles was very unfamiliar with this place, but his purpose after coming to the second floor of the underground was quite clear.

Before, when he was observing in secret, he noticed that the two guards always looked at a certain cell from time to time, so he followed the principle that the enemy's enemy was a friend. After coming out, he did not break up again, but planned to find an ally for himself.

In other words, he, who knows nothing about this place, wants to find someone to lead the way; otherwise, the chance of successfully escaping through the random situation is very low.

Every cell on both sides of the corridor was locked, but this was not a problem. When he was below, he had searched all the two guys who had been killed by him. When he touched some silver carved deer head coins, the key naturally fell into his hands.

The black iron key aimed at the hole, and with a click, the lock opened, and then gently pushed the heavy wooden door slowly opened.

A stone cell with no light that was pitch black and without any windows came into view except for the torch light extending from the feet.

The cell was pitch black, and there was no furniture except for a bunch of dirty straw piles in the innermost corner.

A middle-aged man wearing brown leather armor and messy brown hair was hunched over the straw pile at this time. He was not drowsy, so the sudden light made him very uncomfortable. He is now raising his hand to block it to avoid irritation of his eyes.

"Who?" His voice was weak and low, and combined with his body that should have been burly and strong, but because of his long-term prison, he looked like a candle in the wind. The overall feeling was like a weak brown bear.

A reminder floated in my eyes.
Chapter completed!