Bruce was not a belligerent man, otherwise he would not have easily put Jeffrey's nobles back, but when he issued the call order, the vassals refused to fulfill their vassal obligations, even though they were sure of victory, but this had already touched his bottom line.

"Lord Baron." Anne looked up and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand, she was now wiping the ornaments in the corridors of the castle with several maids, Jeffrey seemed to have a habit of hanging weapons in the corridors and corridors, and Bruce did not touch these things after taking the castle.

"You don't need to wipe these things, just move them to Greenton." Bruce said to Anne.

"What, don't we live here?" Anne rolled up her sleeves to reveal her white arms, she was always busy even in Glinton's small lord's house, and when she lived in the castle, she was still worried about not being able to clean the castle every day, but now Bruce was moving back to Glinton.

"No, we don't live here, what about Mavis and Monica?" Bruce asked curiously.

"Mavis went to the dungeon." Anne said to Bruce.

"Dungeon?" Bruce was a little stunned, how could Mavis be interested in the cold and damp dungeon, what the hell is this witch doing, even Bruce can imagine, in the dark dungeon, Mavis turned her back to everyone, let out a sinister strange laugh, picked up a skeleton in the dungeon and played with it.

"What's wrong with you, Lord Baron?" Seeing Bruce's stunned appearance, Anne gently stepped forward and nudged him.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll go see her." Bruce thought to himself that he couldn't let Mavis poke some basket out of the castle, and if the witch was seen, someone would force him to pile up firewood and burn Mavis.

Bruce and Anne immediately walked in the direction of the dungeon, which was located directly below the main tower lord's hall, but could only enter through a narrow dungeon door through the side door, where Jeffrey was holding his opponents.

"Squeak." The door to the dungeon opens, and stone steps lead to the dark underground, where there is a faint light, and it is a jailer who opens the door for Bruce and Anne, who is also the one who guards the dungeon for Jeffrey.

"Is Mavis really in there?" Bruce asked the jailer as he smelled a musty smell like stinky socks piled under the bed in the student dorm room that hadn't been washed in years.

"Yes, my lordship, your maid has strongly requested to enter, and I don't know what interests her here?" The jailer touched the back of his bare head and said to Bruce with a blank expression.

"Who's being held here?" Bruce asked the jailer as he put his fist under his nose and breathed as little as he could.

"It's a crazy demon." The jailer's face showed a trace of horror, to be able to be selected as a jailer, he would have looked fierce and fierce, but when he mentioned the people in the dungeon, he was extremely afraid.

"Demons?" Bruce and Anne glanced at each other, and it seemed like a good match for the witch to come to the demon! However, Bruce knows that there should be no demons in this world, and witches are just women who know a little about chemistry and technology.

"Yes, a terrible demon who roams the graveyards and battlefields, was originally Lord Lord, oh no, a gravedigger hired by Jeffrey, but was imprisoned by Lord Jeffrey when he was found to have his bodies dug up and brought into his wicked hut." The jailer swallowed and explained to Bruce.

"Gravedigger?" Bruce became more and more interested in the people in the dungeon, and he seemed to be hesitant to hold his breath at the dungeon, but at this moment, the light in the dungeon slowly became bright, and he saw Mavis walking up with her head down and holding a torch.

"Mavis." Anne hurriedly called her, and Mavis seemed surprised that Anne and Bruce were standing on it.

"Tired guys, why are you here?" Bruce almost laughed when Mavis looked up, only to see that this beautiful witch looked very funny with two corks in her nose.

Mavis looked at Bruce's smiling and immediately realized something, she took the plug from her nose and put it in the small bag around her waist, looking at Bruce and Anne curiously.

"What are you doing here?" Bruce asked Mavis about it.

"Nothing, come and see an old friend." Mavis didn't intend to hide it from Bruce, she replied to Bruce.

"Old friend, do you know the gravedigger who is imprisoned in this dungeon?" Bruce asked curiously.

"He's a friend of my mother, and he came to the swamp when Monica and I were young, but then he disappeared and ended up in Jeffrey's dungeon." Mavis shrugged her slender shoulders as she said to Bruce and Panto.

"Oh, who the hell is this?" Bruce became interested in the prisoners in the dungeon and asked curiously.

"Phew, I want to get as far away from this dungeon as I can, and my stoppers soaked in peppermint oil can't resist the stench inside." Mavis frowned, looked at the dungeon with disgust, and said to Bruce.

"Okay, let's go to the courtyard, you have to tell me about this friend of yours." Bruce nodded, glanced at the dark dungeon, and said.

In the pavilion of the courtyard, Mavis sat comfortably on the wooden bench, she leaned her entire upper body on the stone table, picked up a bunch of grapes and ate greedily, purple juice flowed down the corners of her mouth, the already beautiful face was like a succubus full of temptation at this time, Bruce quickly turned his eyes to the side, interested in a cluster of white roses.

"Well, these grapes are delicious, I suggest you bring more back to Greenton." Mavis said to Bruce.

"Ahem, you don't have to worry about this, tell me who the people below are?" Bruce coughed softly as he said to Mavis.

"He, oh yes, that guy's name is Marcus, no one knows where he's from, Mother once told me that she suspected this guy was from the Southern City-State, but who knows!" Mavis shrugged her shoulders and twirled the crystal clear grapes with her slender fingers.

"Southern city-states?" Bruce frowned slightly, there were more than thirty large and small city-states in the south, fighting each other, but they were extremely united externally.

"That's right, he's a very eccentric guy who doesn't interest in anything but corpses." Mavis spit out her pink tongue, licked the purple-skinned grapes, and then held them in her lips, Bruce couldn't help but swallow his saliva, can't this guy eat a grape properly?