April in East Cyprus is often a good day, with hope and busyness in addition to the perpetual darkness of the skies.

It's a pity that Anderson Morey is locked up in an underground prison and can't see anything.

In half a month, this Sword Pavilion believer suddenly figured out a lot, such as the cunning noble young master who asked the servant to use his identity to try to murder three stupid thieves, and those three stupid thieves were also assigned by the young man named Carlos.

The reason for Anderson's sudden revelation is simple.

Yesterday the three Hunter brothers were also imprisoned in this underground prison, living next door to him.

Short Murray was still wrapped in gauze, and Grant's triangular blade didn't pierce his spleen, allowing him to save his life from death, and now the wound was completely scabbed, but it still felt a piercing pain when he moved.

Murray took a cool breath, "Conrad, you're touching my wounds, I'll let the cell boss lock you up next door." ”

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, it was Soli who squeezed me. The fat man hurriedly explained.

"Shhh

The big man Conrad hurriedly withdrew his hand and glared back at the tall Soley.

"I told you that bounty hunters can't do the work of thieves, and that vicious black hat Anderson almost stabbed you to death then, and if I hadn't dragged you into the river in time, you would be a corpse by now. The tall Soli leaned against the wall and grumbled.

Murray also scolded with palpitations: "If we meet that mad dog, we are unlucky." ”

"But, why did that noble young master let people put us in prison?"

Conrad wondered.

All three fell silent at the same time.

But a cold voice came from next door, "Three complete fools, they don't know they have been tricked." ”

The three of them were scolded by the cold voice, but they did not show any anger. In fact, when they were imprisoned by the Stevensonsian night watchmen today, they discovered the existence of the black hat next door, and they had seen the sword pavilion pattern on this standard black robe, and they were a little afraid in their hearts.

Of course, as newcomers in the dungeon, they don't want to cause trouble for themselves for the time being.

Although the other party is now also a prisoner.

The three hunter brothers had ugly faces, but they just didn't hear what they were doing, and the air was full of embarrassment.

Suddenly, a richly dressed young man walked up to the door of the cell, holding a glass bottle containing a green liquid in his hand, looking around elegantly, handsomely, and magnificently, as if he had inspected the filthy prison as if it were a castle.

The fat man Conrad recognized the person at a glance, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Employer, young master, are you here to save me out?"

The other two hunters also looked excited.

With a smile on his lips, Carlos nodded slightly to the three bounty hunters, ignoring the three former temporary thieves, and turned to pace towards Anderson's prison door.

After passing the alchemy assessment, he asked Du Buyi for a day off, and some things were better dealt with earlier, which was also what his father Mo Li meant.

"Believer, how are you doing?"

Anderson Morey stared at Carlos coldly, without saying a word.

Carlos suddenly looked at the black cat lying lazily in the haystack in the cell, it was scrawny the last time he saw it, but now it was round, with smooth and supple hair, and a pair of wide-eyed cat's eyes.

It seems that the food is good.

The black cat finally saw its current benefactor, and it looked up at Carlos outside the prison and "meowed." He screamed and continued to lick the cat's hair.

The expression of Anderson Morey, the owner of the black cat, finally stopped being indifferent.

He pouted and said, "Even if you didn't murder those three fools, it would be a felony to privately detain Sword Pavilion believers. ”

Carlos shook his head noncommittally and said lightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson came to Cyprus a few days ago that you were dismissed by the Sword Pavilion. ”

Anderson looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and then said angrily, "Are you bluffing me?"

Carlos raised his hand, and Grant stepped out of the shadows of the prison and handed Carlos a piece of paper.

"See for yourself. ”

Anderson hesitantly took the letterhead handed by Carlos, only skimmed it for a moment, and then stared at the pupils of his eyes dilated, the strong man held the palm of the letterhead, couldn't help but tremble, raised his head and asked angrily:

"Is that you?"

Carlos looked at the face of the man who turned his head to look at him with difficulty, and laughed out loud in a very inauthentic way.

"Do you believe that the son of a down-and-out nobleman in the countryside can influence the decision of the Sword Pavilion?"

Then he didn't continue to laugh at the Sword Pavilion believer, who was sad enough to be dismissed, but remained politely silent.

The content on the letterhead is simple.

In view of the abyssal invasion of the abyssal invasion of the faithful Anderson Morey's abandonment of the city of Selin, he was dismissed as a believer and escorted to the city of Cyprus for another trial.

Carlos sighed in his heart, such a jealous and hateful guy actually pressed a crime for abandonment, and he didn't know what those guys thought.

The Anderson held the letterhead in his grip and trembled and remained silent.

The three hunters next door were shocked to find that Grant, who was following Carlos, was actually the black hat who had been chasing them that day.

The indifferent look of Gujing Bubo and the cold eyes without emotion were looking at them with a smile at the moment.

The three Hunter brothers found that they seemed to have understood something wrong, and it was very wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong.

It's just that they are not sure yet, or they can't believe their speculation.

The short man suddenly felt that the scab of the wound began to hurt again, and he couldn't help but jump his eyelids, his face became more and more pale, and he trembled, but he didn't even dare to come out.

Anderson, the black hat, gradually calmed down, and his palm bent to crush the letter inch by inch, grinding it into powder, and the originally indescribable complex expression was only anger.

"Now, are you going to take me into the city of Cyprus?"

Carlos shook his head, "Of course not, I don't have much friendship with the Sword Pavilion. ”

Anderson gritted his teeth and asked coldly, "Then you want me to work for your Stevenson family?"

Carlos shook his head in the man's surprised eyes, stretched out a slender finger, and a black aura floated above Carlos's fingertips like a swimming dragon.

"Do you know what this is?"

Carlos looked deeply at the sparkling black light, and then with a mutter, the black aura exploded at his fingertips, and a thick black mist appeared in the air at the door of the prison.

"Dark Air, you're a wizard too?" Anderson was a little surprised.

Carlos shook his head again.

"Of course not, on the contrary, I hate wizards. ”

Anderson no longer guessed, his state of mind had been affected by the contents of the letterhead, he realized that it was no longer accurate to make any judgment in such a situation, he stopped talking, and simply waited for the aristocratic young man in front of him to reveal the puzzle.

Carlos looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, the fog converging above his head, obscuring everything behind the mist, the simplest maneuver he could do with the Dark Aura.

There is no technical content, just catalyzing the dark air, driving it out of the body and spreading it evenly in the air.

Even though the fog was only a few square meters in size, it seemed useless, and Carlos knew that it was because he didn't have enough dark aura to drive.

If he could completely transform the dark qi in his body, he could even create a huge fog curtain in an instant.

Carlos looked at the black mist carefully, took the bottle containing the green liquid from Grant's hand, and sprayed it towards the mist.