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Late the next night. Before the action, Charlotte once again reaffirmed her mission to the group.

Vivien and Lolita led the responders to guard the tunnels, and Elle was in charge of protecting them. I robbed the prison with rats and rescuers, and once it was done, I immediately retreated through the dark tunnel as planned. Questions?"

"I have a problem!"

"Dismissed!"

Elle's hands were held high, but before she could ask a question, she was refuted by Charlotte with a roll of her eyes. Vivien saw that Elle was mercilessly dismissed, and the courage she had finally mustered disappeared.

If you think about it carefully, it is impossible for her teacher to let her follow the prison robbery. Vivien thought with a sigh.

Seeing that there was no more opposition, Charlotte immediately announced the start of the operation.

His arrangement made sense, and the reason why he brought Vivian and Lolita in this operation was naturally not because of the two women's coquettish pleas. Instead, the Viscount Austin, who attacked the granary as bait, was also extremely dangerous, and it was better to let his disciples go with him, and it would be convenient to take care of it.

Before he could act, he repeatedly reiterated to the impatient Elle that he would never be allowed to act without permission unless he took the initiative to summon it.

After three orders, the team split into two groups. One group goes to the predetermined secret passage to defend the retreat, and the other group rushes to the dungeon under the guidance of rats.

The capital of Gépen is not a castle complex with a strong sense of defence, but a city with a more commercial and residential nature. The city is rich in industry and commerce, and when Charlotte and her party get out of the dark and damp slums, they find that the city's nightlife seems to be just getting better.

Charlotte glanced at the mouse suspiciously, and the latter, without changing his face, led the group to a bustling tavern. Charlotte deliberately paid attention to the location of the tavern, and found that it was not far from the dungeon.

Before entering the door, the mouse naturally put his arm around Charlotte's shoulder, looking like two young men who had come to have fun.

"Brother hasn't been to this tavern, has he? Don't look at it remotely, but it's one of the taverns with the best reputation in the city! It is said that when it first opened, the boss could only do some business for the sergeants in a scattered manner, but then the word of mouth slowly spread, and it became what he was looking like!"

As he spoke, the rat had opened the door to the tavern. Unlike the usual tavern grille gates, this one is very heavy. The moment it was pushed away, the sound that was originally just a shadow suddenly became full of air.

Charlotte looked around, and saw that there were people in the wine pool, and there were bards playing and singing songs, and the drinkers were drinking and chatting loudly, and when they were interested, they sang and danced in the middle of the wine pool. This appearance really has a bit of the posture of a tavern in later generations.

It's just that Charlotte was secretly amazed that there were actually a lot of Horcente sergeants in the drinkers here. But on top of that, there are still a considerable number of locals, and the two sides who were originally enemies live in harmony in this tavern, which is really eye-opening for Charlotte.

At this moment, the rat leaned into Charlotte's ear and whispered, "Among those sergeants are the jailers of the dungeon!"

Don't worry, in this noisy environment, no one but Charlotte can hear him at all.

Charlotte immediately knew where the guy's information was coming from. He followed the mouse and saw that the other man was talking to the tavernkeeper, who looked Charlotte up and down. Then he pointed to a table in the corner, and asked a waiter to take Charlotte and her party to the small round table.

"He's his own person?" After the wine came up, Charlotte stopped the mouse who was about to open the bottle, "No alcohol tonight!"

"Don't worry, sir. The rat shook the bottle, "It's all non-alcoholic drinks!"

The other people involved in the action laughed, and Charlotte looked at the boss who was busy behind the bar, and saw the bald man raise his glass to him. The mage shrugged his shoulders and drank the drink that the mouse had poured for him.

Sure enough, around 3 a.m., the tavern was filled with drinkers. Occasionally, a few drunk people fell asleep on the table, and the remaining drinkers lost much energy.

Only then did the rat glance at Charlotte. Charlotte willingly followed him through the side door, left and right, to the cellar of the tavern. The two waited for a while at the door of the closed underground cellar, and after about ten minutes, several other companions followed.

Behind them was a bald man, the tavern owner.

The bald boss took a key from his waist and opened the cellar door with great skill. He patted the mouse on the shoulder and nodded at Charlotte again.

He said very blandly, "I wish you all the best." "It doesn't seem like the first time I've done something like this.

Charlotte followed the mouse, and with a wave of his hand, the group moved away from the crates of wine and groped around the walls of the cellar for a while, and soon a secret passage rumbled apart on the walls.

Charlotte asked, "Looks like this isn't the first time you've done something like this. ”

"Of course!" the mouse shrugged, "You know, my lord. The big guys always want some people in the dungeon to disappear without knowing it, or they want them to escape without knowing it. But they didn't want to get their hands dirty, so they ...... Someone has to do the dirty work. You see, if we make a move, the jailers get away with it, the bigwigs don't leave any clues, and we earn the commission we deserve, it's perfect, isn't it?"

Charlotte glanced at the group of people with a smile, and it was hard to imagine that these lawless elements in peacetime had taken advantage of their original illegal activities when the war came, and they all became patriots one by one.

The mouse seemed to guess Charlotte's thoughts, shook his head and said, "Anyway, we are also part of Rosente." ”

Charlotte patted the mouse on the shoulder in understanding.

After a few words all the way, several people passed through the cramped dark passage, and when they reached the exit, the mouse pointed to the wooden ladder at the end and winked at Charlotte.

The latter immediately performed the swarm stealth technique, and then used the soundproofing spell to block the sound, and then said to the mouse, "It's all right." Then the rats will follow me, and the rest of the people will stay here to answer me. ”

Everyone nodded silently, and the mouse scurried up the ladder lightly, with his dexterity, he must have been able to guarantee that he would not make a sound without stealth spells.

The rat quickly but with little amplitude climbed to the top of the ladder and looked down at Charlotte's direction before he nodded when he was sure the mage was ready. His legs were like spiders around the ladder, and his free hands were steadily pushed up.

Charlotte felt dust fall in a flutter, and the dark light outside cast a faint line into the dark passage, and as the rat continued to exert force, the pale light grew larger and larger. The rat poked its head out of the roof like a marmot, and when it was sure it was okay, it gently lifted the slate.

Charlotte followed him out, taking a quick look at his surroundings as the rats covered the dark passage.

It was an enclosed room, and the faint glow of fire came from the wooden window, reflecting the shape of the window frame in the dark room. The room was empty, with nothing but a few barrels and crates in the corner.

It looked like a storage room, but it was clear that the contents had been almost swept away.

The rat who had covered the entrance and exit was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the warehouse to change. But soon he reacted and fumbled his way to the door. He pulled out an iron bottle from his bosom and dripped the contents down the doorway. After a few moments, he gestured to Charlotte and cautiously opened the door.

Under his manipulation, the old wooden door did not make the slightest sound.

"Are you ready? He asked, lip out.

Charlotte spread her hands, which means that you are not asking this question at any level.