Today is the third day that Al has come to the Ministry of Armed Forces to "work", and under the compulsion of the Anglos, Al has to improve his weapon forging skills in the Ministry of Armed Forces.

And it just so happened that Al didn't have much to do in the past few days, so he simply followed Anglo's side and patiently studied the principles of various weapons and forging techniques.

The shadow of the sun slanted to the west, and the lonely afterglow shrouded the Imperial Military Academy in a pale red, an old-fashioned bell tower next to the Ministry of Armed Forces was stretched long, and the shadow was slanted on the sparsely populated road, and a deer cart was already waiting outside the door.

Al looked tired as he struggled to push open the steel gates of the Ministry of Arms, and after successfully passing through the guards, Al finally let out a long breath as he hammered his arm and walked towards the carriage.

A day in the Armed Forces Department is not just about physical work, but more importantly, learning something new, and mental work is also stressful for him. Therefore, under the strict guidance of the Anglos, Al's progress is also rapid, and I am afraid that he will be "forcibly transformed" here until the "Steel Bone" is finally developed.

Still, the feeling of exhaustion is very happy.

"Brother Al!" Snow, who was grooming the two deer, greeted him as soon as he saw Al, "Why did you end so late today?"

"Oh, it's nothing, before leaving, I talked to Andre about today's learning experience," Al smiled at his little brother who was a full-time driver, "Little Snow, you don't have to pick me up every day in the future." ”

"That's not going to work, I have to do what Professor Russell asked me to do," Snow said with a wink of big eyes, "Besides, the snow deer, a species in the cold region, is naturally very active, so it's better to let them run around with more." ”

Al could feel that Little Snow had a special affection for small animals, perhaps this ability given to him by his own ability "Spiritual Thoughts", Snow seemed to be able to feel the joy and sorrow of animals.

Since Snow is not opposed to driving a deer cart to pick him up, it must be that the two snow deer like this feeling of free speed, so Al no longer shirks anything.

"By the way, Snow, do you know what Professor Russell has been up to lately?" Al asked, "Every day when I go back to my dorm room, I see the professor's office lit up, and I see him leaving early in the morning. ”

Snow scratched his face and was dazed, "I don't know, Professor Russell doesn't seem to be in the castle during the day, and Sister Micah hasn't been in the dormitory for the past two days, so she may have gone out with Professor Russell." ”

"Really?" Al rubbed his sore arm, "mysterious. ”

"Brother El won't talk about this for now, you go to the carriage, someone is waiting for you. ”

"Huh, someone waiting for me?" Al's puzzled, "Who?"

"Vice Chancellor Douglas. Snow whispered.

Al stopped, he looked in the direction of the deer cart, the evening breeze stirred the green willows and gently shook the window of the deer cart, a lean old man over half a hundred years old was holding a pipe and looking down at something, the smoke drifted out of the window and was blown into the wind.

"What's the matter with me?"

"I don't know," Snow said close to Al's ear, "Brother Al, you'd better go over quickly, the Vice Principal has a big temper. ”

"Who's saying bad things about me. ”

Douglas moved the corners of his mouth and slowly turned his head to look at Al.

"I'm sorry, Vice Chancellor Douglas. Snow's voice trembled a little, and it seemed that he was really afraid of the old man.

Al silently stood in front of Snow, his brow furrowed.

"Hahaha, am I really that terrible in the eyes of you students?"

The body of the car shook, and Douglas laughed and walked out of the car, his loose trench coat draped over his shoulders, he was tall and sturdy in the sunset, without a hint of old dragon clock.

"You're Al, aren't you?" Douglas let out a puff of smoke.

"Well," Al replied, "Hello Vice Principal Douglas." ”

"We haven't met before, but I'm sure you've heard of me from Russell or Anglo, and similarly, as the vice president of the academy, I'm interested in the freshmen of the two of you in the Abilities Department. ”

"Vice Principal, what are you looking for me?" said Al.

"That's right, how is the R&D plan for 'Steel Skeleton'," Douglas was also very direct, "has the problem of materials been solved?" ”

"How would you know?"

"Do you think the Anglos have the authority to mobilize a scientific team to design this weapon for you overnight without my approval?"

"So, I probably wasn't a stranger, you know?" said Al, a little apprehensive.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Douglas's gaze fell on Al's left arm, "I don't count if it's the Adept, you say it yourself." ”

"Brother El, what are you talking about, how can you not be a stranger?" Snow was a little anxious, after all, through this time of getting along, he also liked this big brother who took good care of him.

Al touched Snow's head and nodded at him, telling him not to worry.

"Vice Principal Douglas, I don't want to lie to you, Professor Russell hasn't found my ability sequence in the 'Ability Event' record until now," Al's tone was a little heavy, "Maybe..."

Before Al finished speaking, a thick stack of documents smashed over, Al subconsciously hugged the documents, but was still stumbled by the powerful impact, Al was a little surprised, he didn't expect such an elder with a gray beard to burst out with such power.

"I've hated rambling people the most," Douglas put his hand in his trouser pocket, "and give the papers to Russell, who'd looked for me several times for these scraps of paper, and told him not to bother me lately." ”

After saying that, Douglas no longer paid attention to the stunned two behind him, his leather shoes fell on the hard ground, and Douglas paced in the direction of the sunset, slowly and leisurely.

Al looked down at the document in his hand, and a line of gilded text on the cover came into view: Top Secret Notes of the Ability Sequence—Bayer.

"Brother Al, this Mr. Bayer seems to be the first head of the Department of Abilities at the Imperial Military Academy," Snow stood on tiptoe and stared curiously at the folder in Al's hand, "I once heard Professor Russell mention this person, is this a note he left behind?"

Al didn't speak, could it be that this notebook hides the secret of his own abilities, or does it mean that it records some unknown clues? Facing Douglas's distant back, Al was at a loss, he didn't know what the vice principal was saying to himself.

The afterglow of the setting sun finally faded into its light, the evening breeze was cool, and the stars and moon appeared one after another.

The Hague Prison, the highest prison of the Josephs Empire, was located at the northernmost point of the imperial coastline, far from the imperial capital, with extremely steep sea cliffs as far as the eye could see, and it stood between land and sea like a seabird with wings ready to fly.

The feeling of being enveloped in freedom and yet isolated by freedom is the best punishment for these imperial recidivists, which was the purpose of The Hague Prison when it was first established.

The blinding searchlights feebly swept the outer walls of The Hague prison, the crashing waves against the walls, and the rusty barbed wire hung skulls and skulls belonging to those who tried to escape unsuccessfully, a kind of intimidation of the criminals by the prison's top superintendents, and a catharsis of their own perverted desires.

However, this eerie and terrifying scene is numb in the eyes of the prisoners, because they have been greatly traumatized physically and mentally after suffering inhuman torture, and when they see those cold bones again, they will only pray to God to take them away as soon as possible, because The Hague prison is a hell on earth, and few prisoners here leave alive, and even if they do, they will become permanently disabled or have a mental breakdown.

The lowest and cold, damp dungeons of The Hague prison are where the prisoners are held, there is no light, the air is filled with stench and wailing, and rats and cockroaches are the natives here.

However, the top floor of a building in The Hague prison is now full of singing and dancing, and the warden Moria is holding a carnival dance party on his own turf to celebrate the discovery of a beautiful female prisoner among the prisoners today.

Officials of all sizes in the prison were dressed up with their wives and lovers, drinking glasses shattered, cheering, pistols fired indiscriminately, and cheering. A group of people in prison guard uniforms is more like a mob living in lawlessness, with drug-filled needles cross-passing through the crowd and hysterical in a depraved spiritual world.

This so-called carnival ball was held almost once a week, and with Moria's great means of communication, despite his ruthless and abusive nature, his misdeeds were rarely mentioned to the royal family, or rather, no one dared to mention them, because no one wanted to provoke such a bad star.

"Lord Moria, this week's arrest has exceeded the target again, how are we going to coax those stupid royals this time?" a disheveled prison guard shouted drunkenly.

"Bang", a crisp gunshot rang out from the highest seat in the crowd.

Moria blew the white smoke from the muzzle of the arquebus, and the air around him was filled with the pungent smell of burning gunpowder, which he sucked greedily.

And the mouthy prison guard just now has become a ghost under the gun, his brain is splashing, his eyes are still wide in horror, and he doesn't know which words he said to anger Moria until he died.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd fell silent for a moment, but after a short two or three seconds, the crowd erupted in even louder cheers than before.

"Listen, what a wonderful sound. The corners of Moria's mouth suddenly grinned behind his ears, and he turned out to be a congenitally deformed "Crack Man".

Moriah smiled sideways and looked at the female prisoner next to her, who was tied to a stake, her body was covered in fine scars, her body trembling with fear, and the burnt yellow liquid dripping from between her legs.

"It's dirty, it's dirty!" For a moment, Moria's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched and creaked, "What have you done! Why should you be afraid! Am I ugly?!"

The scorching arquebus was raised again, and Moria's slender tongue kept licking his lips as he pressed the muzzle of the gun against the female prisoner's forehead.