No matter how uneasy the rat was, he could only obediently play the role of an attendant now, cooperating with the mage's actions. He is a smart man, and it is because he is smart that he thinks wildly, but fortunately, because he is smart, he does not do anything out of the ordinary because of his thoughts.

So he kept himself calm and stood beside Charlotte as he watched the mage perform in a big way.

"All right, guys. Charlotte whispered to the room full of professionals, "I'm not here to drink and catch up with you today. You know, although I myself would like to, I can't help it, Captain Truman wants me to interrogate Nell overnight, and the drinking matter can only be postponed a little. ”

A smile appeared on the paladin's serious face, and he regarded Charlotte as a comrade-in-arms he had made during one of his adventures, "Then remember, you owe me a drink, mage." ”

"Of course!" said Charlotte, "why don't you open the door for me?"

Then a priest suddenly asked, "Why did Captain Truman interrogate Nell overnight?" We all know that the half-grown boy has nothing to say, and he himself has a bit of backbone, and would rather stay in this cramped damp dungeon than sit on the throne of Rocente. ”

Compared to Hosent's mages and temple paladins, priests with higher perception attributes can still maintain a little calmness under Charlotte's mental illusions.

His question made the mouse's heart shrink, and just when he thought he was about to be exposed, he saw Charlotte giggling unhurriedly.

"What do you say? Brother Pastor. If everything in this world would never happen if I didn't want to, then what was the use of power, power, wealth, and beauty? Don't worry, Captain Truman had a way to get him to do his job. ”

When the mages of Hoscent heard him praise Truman, they immediately showed a look of pride.

The priest was clearly the strongest of the group, and though he wanted to say more, he closed his mouth in amusement when he saw the expressions of the mages and even the Templars.

"Alright!" the priest nodded, pulling a bronze key from his waist, "come with me." ”

He motioned for the rest of the group to stay outside the door, and the rat tried to follow him in, but was stopped by the priest. So the former outlaw could only look at Charlotte pitifully, and his heart was going up and down.

If the mage's spell fails during this time, then he really has no place to reason.

Charlotte patted the mouse on the shoulder, and smiled gently at him, even though her eyes were cold. This strange sense of inversion made the rat shudder.

The mage said no more, and followed the priest into the depths of the dungeon.

Nell was clearly not the only one to be held here, and as she walked through the damp and gloomy corridors, Charlotte noticed that the cells on either side had been filled with a number of poor people, some of whom he still had a vague impression. Needless to say, these were the nobles of Locente.

When the two of them passed, except for a few nobles who couldn't hold their breath and roared at them, the rest of them all looked at them coldly with that kind of cold and hateful eyes. Their gaze was as cold as a knife and as cold as a snake, always swirling between the necks of priests and mages.

It was as if they were thinking about how to remove their heads.

"Wow!," said Charlotte, meaningfully toward the priest leading the way, "it seems that we are really hated. ”

"It's just hated. The priest's reply was reserved and haughty, and he stopped in front of a separate cell in the deepest part of the room, "Here we are." ”

"You're right! By the way, could you please open the door for me?"

The cold red pupils and the sneer at the corner of her mouth made Charlotte look very strange in the dark dungeon. The priest, who had excellent psychological qualities, suddenly did not dare to look at him, and silently took out the key and opened the iron door.

Charlotte took a cursory glance at the cell, where there was nothing but a stray layer of hay. The floor was damp, the walls were mottled, and when the priest opened the door, a squeaky rat could be heard in the corner. A man curled up on a mess of hay, only moved when the door lock sounded, and then fell asleep ignoring the floor wall.

Before entering, Charlotte smiled and said to the priest, "Why don't you go and see what the rest of the prisoners are doing?"

At this time, the pastor could no longer bear it, restrained the uneasiness in his heart from nowhere, and asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Captain Truman is going to interrogate Nell alone. I'll have to make sure he's in good spirits, lest he hurt our esteemed Legionnaire later. ”

The priest did not respond, standing still in place.

"Dude, don't be so nervous! I don't think Lord Hairington said that Master Truman wasn't allowed to interrogate prisoners alone, right?"

The priest gave Charlotte a deep look, said, "I'll report to Lord Helrington!", and left the area without looking back.

Charlotte stood still for a while, and when it was confirmed that the priest was gone, he paced thoughtfully into his cell.

"Look what I found, Nell. He said to Nell, who was huddled in the corner, "It doesn't look like Hostant's alliance with the Temple of Tyranny is as unbreakable as the outside world might think, is it?"

Nell's curled up body moved, but she didn't answer.

"Have you forgotten how to speak these days in prison? Oh, yes! I remember when I first met you in San Lorenzo, you didn't like to talk much. ”

Nell, who was originally pretending to be dead, suddenly turned over and sat up, and compared to a few years ago, Nell now has taken off his childishness. Although the face is still a little green, the corners of the mouth have already appeared to symbolize the masculine fluff. The most impressive thing is his eyes, even when he is in prison, they are as sharp as a falcon.

"Who are you?" he said coldly, and then asked, "what is your purpose?"

"How are you doing with those sword skills that my sister taught you?" Charlotte's gentle smile turned into a joke, "What about those books that my disciple gave you?

Nell's expression suddenly became extremely excited, he clenched his fists, looked nervously left and right for a while, and then asked in a low voice, "You are Her Highness Charlotte?!"

"Call me cousin!" Charlotte patted him on the head, and with a look at his face, Elenie's deceptive mask lost its effect, revealing his gentle and handsome face.

Then he activated the mask again and quickly explained, "Don't say anything next, follow me!"

Nell swallowed back the words that had almost blurted out, 'Is Vivien here too?' Erosa, no, Icewind Castle is in battle?' and nodded emphatically, only saying, "Yes, Your Highness!"

"Huh?"

"Cousin, cousin......"

Charlotte nodded in satisfaction.

Not long after I went out, I saw the priest who was guarding the outer corridor. The man glanced coldly at Nell, then at Charlotte, and asked coldly, "When did we take risks together?" ”

A pale gold rune loomed at the bottom of Charlotte's red pupils, and she smiled with an unchanged expression, "Brother, although our camps are different, we can be regarded as living and dying together, so you don't need to pretend to be crazy and stupid with me, right?"

The priest's expression was in a trance for a moment, and then a look of shame appeared on his face, and he never said anything more.