Coming out again, Charlotte patted the shoulder of the mouse standing in the corner with her head bowed, and said goodbye to the professionals one by one like an old friend.

The whole process went surprisingly smoothly, Charlotte asked the rat to escort Nell in front, and the three of them ran away not long from the stone chamber. Along the way, the rats led them through the break rooms, where the stunned jailers were still asleep, completely unaware of what had happened in this short period of time.

When the three of them jumped into the tunnel one after another with the help of the rest of the hidden piles, the prison guards of the dungeon did not react.

Back at the deserted tavern, Nell, who had seen the light of day, asked the doubts in the mouse's mind.

"Cousin, when did you become a Truman?"

"It's not that I became a Truman, it's that they think I'm a Truman. Ah, by the way, those professionals even think that I have had a life-and-death adventure with them!" At this point, Charlotte patted the rat on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I didn't use any mind spells on you. ”

The mouse smiled awkwardly, and beside him Nell asked, "What about your eyes, why are they like this?"

"Remember what I'm going to do after the Mizuto incident? Yes, I did succeed and transformed my eyes into magic eyes. Charlotte said as she walked, when he saw the tall owner in the tavern's cellar leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest and nodding to them.

So he kindly reminded the reticent boss, "I suggest you better come with us, knowing that those people are not the Locente nobles with whom you have insider dealings. I guess ......"

At this, he suddenly raised his head and hurried out of the cellar with a few quick steps, looking through the wooden window of the tavern at the dungeon not far away. The few people who followed behind him stepped forward to take a look, and their faces suddenly became very cold.

"Alright!" Charlotte shrugged, his expression still calm, "Miscalculated, those people reacted faster than I expected." So what are you going to do?"

The latter sentence is asked by the tavernkeeper.

The man barely gave any thought, "Let's go!"

"A wise decision!"

The group took advantage of the night, and after the tavern owner took one last deep look at the tavern, they quickly disappeared into the night.

Let's rewind the clock to ten minutes ago, when Charlotte had just jumped into the tunnel with Nell, and the atmosphere in the stone chamber was dreary in the depths of the dungeon in the county capital of Göppel.

Everyone was silently drinking wine, chewing supper, or holding their cheeks and thinking about something. There was a look of hesitation and resignation on everyone's face, but everyone did not dare to be the first to break the silence.

Until the priest who opened the door gritted his teeth and asked, "You guys...... Do you remember who that person was?"

After he blurted out, the atmosphere was light. Someone smiled with relief, "What, you forgot......?

The answerer choked. Isn't that ...... What is the man's name......

Everyone looked at each other!

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like an officer rushed into the stone chamber with a nervous expression, he was the person in charge of this dungeon. He was visibly relieved to see that the professionals were safe and sound.

"Thank goodness!" he wiped the sweat from his forehead, probably because his throat was too dry, which made his voice sound as ugly as a rooster being choked by the neck, "My people were stunned by the stalker's slutty tactics! I just checked all the cells and there was nothing out of the ordinary. What about you guys here? Nothing should have happened, right?"

"Of course!" the paladin nodded, "With us guarding, not even a fly will want to fly in." It's just ......"

His face suddenly turned very pale, and he subconsciously looked at it, only to find that the room full of professionals had a panicked expression.

"Mind Spells...... "That man has bewitched us all with mind spells!" muttered one of Hossent's military mages!"

"How is that possible!?" someone exclaimed!

But no matter how impossible, things have already happened.

The priest restrained his pounding heartbeat and said to the head of the dungeon at great speed, "Quick! find a way to contact Master Truman and ask him if he has arranged for someone to interrogate Nell overnight! and immediately mobilize all the people who can be mobilized to chase those people back! Hurry-"

A group of people arranged various matters in a panic, and the priest took two steps in the stone room, shook his head, and said, "No! I can't chase Nell back with this little person at hand alone, so let's set off together to participate in the pursuit!"

"What about the guards?" asked one of the professionals.

"Don't worry about the guarding duties! all the prisoners here together are not as good as a single hair on Nell's body!

However, except for a few people, the rest of the professionals had more or less a look of patrol on their faces.

"What are you doing!" the pastor said, realizing the reason for the hesitation of these people, and his expression darkened instantly.

Yes, to be able to silently manipulate the minds of so many people, how strong is that mage?

Is the Nine Rings still a legend!?

At this thought, the priest collapsed against the stone wall as if he had lost his strength.

Because of their various concerns, until Charlotte and his party joined up with Vivien and Lolita, and several of them escaped from the city smoothly, Horsant and the Temple of Tyranny did not have much of an efficient response.

So much so that when Truman was woken up from his sleep, a truly effective search operation could be launched, but for Charlotte, such a belated operation was no longer threatening.

It wasn't until the dawn of the day that Truman, who had not slept all night in his thin robe, pounded the railing of the balcony in frustration, shook his head and walked into the room, sinking his whole body into the loose and comfortable sofa.

He picked up the red wine on the coffee table, and the slightly bitter and mellow liquor stimulated him to refresh his spirits, and reminisced about the taste of the red wine on the tip of his tongue, and Truman confirmed it again to his adjutant.

"You're saying that the caretakers think that the mages who bewitch them have legendary strength?"

The adjutant nodded, but also offered his opinion, "But I think it's possible that they are passing the buck." Although there are many legends of the world of Stee, they are not everywhere. If that mage is legendary, then why didn't we know anything about him before? and he never appeared in previous wars. ”

Truman was noncommittal.

Every family with hundreds of years of history has more or less its own hole cards, let alone an imperial dignitary like Leslie.

He continued, "Do you think the recent murder of the mage is related to that mage?"

The adjutant pondered for a moment this time, and then said, "I think it should be inseparable, otherwise I can't explain why I can't catch any clues about the murderer every time." ”

"It's really coming!" Truman nodded, taking a sip of the remaining red wine in his glass, "Inform Herrington and let him restrain his desire to kill, we need bait to solve this instability." ”

"You mean...... That mage is inextricably linked to the rebels?" the adjutant suddenly said, "I see, I'm going to send a message to Lord Helrington, I hope it's still too late!"

What he was referring to was that he hoped that Härington hadn't slaughtered all the rebels who had attacked the granary.

With the lieutenant gone, the room fell silent again. Truman lay on the couch with his eyes closed, his thin knuckles beating and thinking about his thoughts.

Just as Truman and Hairington didn't anticipate Charlotte's X-factor at the beginning, Charlotte at this time also miscalculated the speed of the Temple of Tyranny's actions.

The Great War is coming.