"Justin...Holmulande, although I don't know what you said to Lord Xavier, he actually said he would let you go!" The warden looked a little annoyed across the cold iron wall.
"Who knows? After all, His Highness is not a light-wisher." Baron Holmland shrugged and laughed.
"Oh, by the way, when the lord left not long ago, a young man brought a letter and said he wanted to give it to Baron Holmland." The warden touched his pocket, and there was a crisp golden sound inside.
The sound of crashing.
The warden squinted his eyes, and suddenly thought of the man who suddenly appeared just now. The man was obviously wearing a noble aristocratic light dress, walking out of the darkness as if he was attending a dinner party.
Who is it? How dare you approach the dungeon at this time! Just when the warden was about to sound the alarm, the man shuddered. You must know that the warden has seen everyone wearing such clothes surrounded by servants, let alone being caught in the heavy rain.
Wet clothes, even the morning mist will be dispersed by the servants around you.
The warden hesitated for a while. After all, he was a little fussed about arresting such a wet and exhausted man after ringing the alarm bell. He held the blunderbuss at his waist and watched the man's every move with vigilance.
"If the person in front comes closer, I will shoot!"
"I have a letter for my friend, and I hope you can help me deliver it." The man actually stood there, swaying tiredly, and placed an ordinary sheepskin envelope on the ground.
, and slid towards the warden.
Did he use honorifics? The warden raised his eyes, and he suddenly realized that this man was not a middle-aged nobleman. He was very young, with no wrinkles on his face and an angular outline. He looked like an arrogant nobleman no matter what.
Young Master.
But he actually used honorifics. The warden took a deep breath and slowly stretched out a foot to get the letter. In fact, he would not have done this at all. After all, it was
Baron Holmland is now the focus of the new lord.
But as he slid the envelope over, he heard the crisp sound of something metal inside hitting the ground. Could it be Jin Long? The warden licked his lips and decided it would be better to pick it up and take a look.
He grabbed the envelope and carefully poured it out. Five shining golden dragons scratched into his palm. The cold touch burned in his heart. His expression changed and he quickly returned to normal. Prison
Chang put Jin Long into his pocket without leaving any trace, with a flattering smile on his face.
The new lord didn't care about anything anymore. Five gold coins were his salary for almost a month.
"Does this young master just want me to give the envelope to the Baron?" The warden's attitude towards the young man changed instantly, and he even added the word "Sir" to Baron Holmullander.
"Yes, thank you." The young man coughed lightly and staggered out, dragging his heavy body. Just as he came quietly, he also walked into the darkness quietly.
among.
The warden rubbed his eyes. If it weren't for Jin Long who was already warm in his palms, he couldn't even believe that such a man who looked like a noble young master had come just now. He pursed his lips and continued to return to his position.
Outside the Lord's interrogation room.
"A young man?" Baron Holmland frowned and took the envelope strangely.
He opened the parchment in confusion. In the next ten minutes, the warden could see that the baron's face became gloomy little by little. There was great fear in his eyes, his pupils shrank sharply, and his whole body was full of fear.
My breath began to change.
"Hey, are you okay?" The warden also became a little scared. Could it be that this is some kind of demon possession by the Monsa Cult? It is said that that heretical sect is a follower of the devil, and those who are entangled by them will die miserably.
The next scene made the warden almost scream. Baron Holmullander, who was always calm and calm, slowly tore up the parchment paper. Then he looked at the warden with a ferocious expression and tore it apart bit by bit.
I swallowed the broken letter paper!
"Goddess Dianyi bless you, is this possessed by a demon?" The warden was immediately frightened out of his mind. He had only interrogated some prisoners who had committed petty thefts. Where had he seen such a situation? He just screamed in fright,
The soldiers who were keeping watch outside rushed in.
The soldiers looked at the warden nervously. The warden swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a pale face. His legs were weak. The glance just now was like the gaze of a devil. He thought that Baron Holmullander had really turned into a demon.
demon!
"Tell me! Tell me! Who is it... who is it..." Baron Holmland slammed into the glass partition, and the heavy and muffled "bang" sound frightened several soldiers.
took a step back.
"Isn't it a middle-aged noble? A young man? Are you really sure you are seeing a young man?"
The warden took a few steps back and wiped his cold sweat: "I'm sure he was very close to me in the end. He is definitely a young man!"
The warden once again recalled that strange scene. A wet man suddenly appeared in the darkness. The man was like a ghost. His eyes were very deep, as if he had seen everything in the world. That kind of depth
The oldness of the bone marrow made the warden startled. He was indeed a young man. The warden frowned, he remembered it very clearly!
"It can't be... is it him? It's him! It's him! It's actually him, no, it's not him! It's him..."
"Hold him down! Put on the handcuffs and anklets! Damn it, Goddess bless you. Damn it, is he crazy?" The warden stood up suddenly and yelled at the soldiers around him. The soldiers suddenly woke up from a dream and hurriedly
He opened the glass partition and held down the crazy Baron Holmland.
"Sir, what should we do now?" The soldiers finally controlled the crazy baron, but the latter's limbs were still waving, and he was shouting in a language that ordinary people could not understand.
The only thing that made the warden see it was that he saw extreme fear on Baron Holmullander's face. Fear made his handsome face become ferocious and distorted, and his sometimes weird laughter was creepy.
"Go to the church and find Priest Donald. He said there is a nobleman here who is possessed by the devil. Hurry up, hurry up, don't waste time!" The warden took a deep breath and ordered to a young soldier.
The little soldier quickly rushed out of the dungeon and ran towards the church.
"What the hell, what the hell is going on..."
Outside the city of Nori.
A young man recited a strange language, as if he was singing.
"Nietzsche, did my father ask you to follow me?"
"Yes, young master."
On a silver ore-black motorcycle that represents nobility, a man whose age is hard to tell rolled down the window. His face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask. He was clearly smiling, but he could only feel the biting coldness.