In the midst of everyone's amazement, the crow flapped its wings and flew into Minister Rostry's hand, and in an instant it turned into a pile of powder, and then disappeared without a trace.

Rostry, as if sensing something. Soon, he stood up and put his hat on, frowned, and said, "I'm afraid things are not what I expected, that crow was summoned by York to report to us." Not only did he not bring back Vane, but he was imprisoned in a dungeon himself. ”

"How so?!" Felder and the others shouted almost at the same time.

"It may have happened suddenly, and York did not pass on more information, and the details are not known at this time. Don't worry, we're ready to leave for the City Guard now, there's one more thing to do before we can do that. With that, he got up, picked up the staff leaning against the wall, and chanted a incantation. In an instant, a snow-white owl appeared out of thin air, and it shook its wings and rushed out of the window.

"There may have been a major change in the guards, and I have sent the messenger to inform the Mayor, Lord Earl. Bard, let's go now!" Rostri looked at Bard.

Bud grabbed his glasses and stopped in front of the bookcase against the wall. The bookcase was full of books, and the fuchsia wood looked noble and elegant, which did not match this slightly humble room. He pulled out a tome of books from the middle of the bookcase, and reached into it, not knowing what he was fumbling for.

"Rumbling ......" Suddenly, the bookcase splits in half from the middle and slowly moves to both sides. In a moment, a wooden door appeared on the wall in the middle of the bookcase. Felder and the others, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what the situation is.

"I haven't used it in a long time, I hope I can use it again......" Rostryy muttered quietly, picking up his staff and suitcase, pushing open the wooden door and stepping inside.

The crowd rushed in. Bud was the last to close, and the room went dark, "and the rumbling sound rang out again."

After a few breaths, the room suddenly lit up. Looking up, the entire roof is slowly splitting in half, like a bookcase from before. The light quickly took over the room, but before everyone could enjoy the view overhead, they were attracted by what was in front of them.

In the middle of the empty room, a wooden mechanism lay silently. It has an impressively streamlined shape and a hollow interior, forming a small cabin. There are two large panes of glass in front, doors and windows on both sides, and two rows of seats in front and back. The most striking thing is the huge propeller above it, which shimmers with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

"It's a single-propeller mechanical vehicle, powered by magical energy, that I got a few years ago from the goblins in Divosk for a magical item. It's a personal favorite, and sometimes it can come in handy, like now. With that, Rostryy stepped forward, tossed his staff and suitcase into the cockpit, grabbed the handle and bent down to get inside.

Elena and the others stared at the machine with wide eyes. Felder's eyes straightened, this was simply a super improved version of the helical headset he saw in the square that day! Not only was the comfort very different, but it could ride multiple people, and I don't know which genius designed it.

Everyone but Bud got into the cabin, with Rostry's in the driver's seat and Simpson barely in the passenger seat with his head down — he was so tall that the other three were crammed into the back.

Rostri pressed his hand on the console in front of him, slowly pouring his magic infusion. The console glowed with a pale white light, and the propellers began to spin, quickly turning into countless shadows, and the huge air currents caused Bud's hair and clothes to flutter violently.

Bard waved at them, and the craft slowly rose above the roof, accelerating toward the west of the city as the white light erupted.

The dark underground cells are always filled with filth and flies, and the Obojar City Guard is no exception. Walking down the narrow hallway, occasionally a torch poured on either side of the road, reflecting some trembling shadows on the walls or floor.

The cells were full of people, some even seven or eight people, and the space was too small to sit or lie down. The doors of each cell were guarded, and those who had resisted in the Braid's rebellion were also held here.

In a cell at the back of the hallway, Barber and York sat on the floor with their heads bowed and silent, their weapons and equipment unloaded, their hair disheveled, their clothes stained, and seemingly treated quite "friendly".

The door to one of the innermost cells was open, and several guards were guarding the door. Vane curled up in a corner, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his white shirt covered in mud and footprints.

Brad stomped on Vane's hand with his spiked leather boots and shouted with wide eyes, "Aren't you a great magician, stand up and beat me with your little stick! ”

He pressed his feet hard, his boots crushing against Vane's fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "Just because you want to win Elena's favor too, you are nothing but a trickster dog in front of me!"

Vane was dripping with sweat the size of a bean on his head, gritting his teeth and not making a sound. He clenched his fists, and his eyes were indescribably cold. Gradually, Vane felt his mind become dull and his consciousness began to blur.

After some time, Vane suddenly felt that the foot on his hand became lighter, and there was no more abuse from Brad around him. He slowly opened his eyes, and was shocked to find that Brad and the guards at the door were gone, and there were several hunchbacked old men in the same clothes!

"Is this ......" Vane looked at the scene in front of him and was secretly frightened, trying to sit up with his hands to support his body.

"Vane, we're meeting again. A familiar figure appeared in the doorway, with white hair, a pointed magic hat, and a man-tall staff.

"Vane!" multiple voices rang out from behind.

Felder rushed into the cell to pick up Vane, his eyes red, and said, "I'm sorry, Vane, for making you suffer." ”

Elena's eyes were sour when she saw Vane's appearance, and she turned her head to secretly wipe away her tears.

"Ahh He staggered to the door, grabbed Rostry's arm, and cried out in horror, "What the hell have you done to me, you wicked wizard! You can't do this to me, I'm not yet twenty years old......

Rostry, shaking him off, walked over to Vane and looked at him and said, "It seems that we are still a step late, but I didn't expect this Brad to be like a madman." ”

He paused for a moment and continued: "Your injuries are not light, I major in dark magic, and I may not be as good as you as a magician friend in terms of natural spells, so I won't be ugly." ”

After saying that, he smiled and glanced at Ace. Ace blushed and whispered, "I'm just an apprentice in magic. ”

As a melodious voice rang out, Ise chanted a spell, a pale green glow released from the staff in her hand......

"Lord Count has arrived!" came a low, deep sound from the entrance, and at the same time there seemed to be a large number of footsteps.