The coolness of the healing technique eased Vane's pain a bit, and he rested against the wall with his eyes closed.

A large number of footsteps rang from far and near, and the released guards lined up on either side of the hallway, kneeling on one knee and making way in the middle of the hallway. The leader was a middle-aged man over fifty years of age, with a well-proportioned figure and a well-rounded demeanor, whether it was the well-trimmed hair or the folds of the placket of the placket, all of which showed the temperament of the aristocracy. The retinue and guards behind him also looked extraordinary.

"You have suffered, you are the glorious guards of Obojar and the glorious knights of the kingdom of Beseca. Thank you, all the citizens, your loyalty is the greatest guarantee of the city!" the middle-aged man said as he walked, motioning for the guards to rise, not showing the slightest disgust at the stench of the dungeon.

"Lord Earl. Rostri took off his hat with his left hand, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head to the visitor.

"Rostry, have you forgotten your old friend?" said the Earl, feigned anger, but in a very relaxed tone.

After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed, and hugged each other.

The Earl's full name is Hackett Charles, the patriarch of Charles, the largest family in Obojar, and the mayor of Obojar, the title of Earl was inherited from his father, and it is said that his ancestors contributed greatly to the construction of Obojar, and was named Earl, guarding the city for generations.

"Old friend, I was really shocked to receive your letter, that in broad daylight the City Guard was plotting a rebellion, and that the instigator was the son of Captain Felix!" said Earl Hackett indignantly.

At this moment, a guard trotted up to Count Hackett by the doorway and whispered something to him.

"Does he still have the face to come back? You tell him that he has been suspended for investigation and that he has been appointed as interim captain Barber. This incident must be strictly investigated, and we must take this opportunity to carry out a thorough reorganization of the guard forces and decentralize power. The Count turned to the guard.

"By the way, what's the matter with these crazy old men? It's not going to be your good thing again, is it?" said Hackett, quippingly at Roseley.

"Ahem...... I was also forced to use the Curse of Aging on a large scale, otherwise my old bones would not be able to fight these strong young men. Rostri said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

The Curse of Aging, one of the darker-level high-level magics, is a more vicious form of magic that can cause any creature to age quickly. The more Mental Power or Force power is lower than yours, the better. But this is not an irreversible process, without lifting the curse, it may be restored after ten days and half a month, but this recovery cannot completely restore the body and appearance, and it is likely to leave some "sequelae".

Earl Hackett turned to a man in a black jacket and said, "Order the garrison to put these traitors in prison until they are tried." ”

The man was ordered to leave, and everyone came out of the dungeon, feeling a little groggy after staying here for a long time.

After receiving the appointment, Barber began to work on the dungeon and the entire city guard, and the released guards were assigned to various posts, and the guard began to function in an orderly manner.

Earl Hackett said goodbye to the crowd and then left. The bag of wisteria flowers was naturally returned to its original owner, and the city guard returned to its former quietness, but it looked a little gloomy.

After discussion, Simpson "volunteered" to walk back to the Wizards' Guild, and the rest of the group helped Vane into the aircraft. As the white light came on, the guard's house grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

Wayne woke up again for unknown how long it had been, and he felt a little heavy on his eyelids. It is an old room, and the rays of the setting sun shine through the windows, staining the interior orange-red. He tried to move his body, and the soreness in his whole body hit him, and the tingling pain in his right hand made him feel a lot more sober. He endured the pain and tried to sit up with his elbows, only to find that his right hand seemed to be held in place by something.

Vane looked away, his face burning. I saw Elena lying on the side of his bed, sleeping with her head on her arms. Her right hand was being held in her hand, and a strand of hair fell on her arm.

Elena's hair was dyed the color of the setting sun, and her ponytail hung down beside her bed. The girl, the sunset, and the orange-red background make for a stunning picture.

Vane panicked and tried to pull his hand out. Maybe he was afraid of waking Elena up, or maybe he didn't want to do it in his heart, so he didn't pull out his hand in the end. He lay down again, closed his eyes, and the room was so quiet that only his own heartbeat could be heard.

Soon his hand was released, and the footsteps faded away, and Vane raised his head to sneak a glance.

"Vane, are you awake?" came Elena's pleasant voice, and she came over with a cup. "Do you think you can hide it from me?" she said and winked at Vane.

Vane seemed to think of something, his face flushed to the base of his neck, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Elena, how long have I been asleep?

"You slept for a few hours and a few of us took turns taking care of you. Your injuries are not light, and Ise's healing technique has made you recover a lot from your internal injuries, but you still need to recuperate for a while from external injuries. Thirsty, don't you? Drink some water. Elena handed the cup to Vane.

Wayne reached for his cup, and a sharp pain caused him to gasp.

Seeing Vane's appearance, Elena sneered and laughed, "You sit down, or I'll come." Elena brought the cup to Vane's mouth and looked at him with a smile.

A figure at the door seemed to sigh softly and left silently.

Soon it was time for dinner. Ise brought a prepared meal from home – Obojar chicken rolls, fruit and vegetable platter, and honey tea. Everyone gathered around Vane's bedside, and the room suddenly seemed a little crowded.

"I really didn't expect Brad to be like that, I always thought he was just a rich kid who made such a big move. Ise sighed.

"He's pretty miserable now, he's become an old man in his seventies or eighties, and he seems to have something wrong with his spirit. I heard that the title of viscount of the family can no longer be passed on. There was a hint of bleakness in Simpson's words.

"That's what he did to himself, look what that brute has done to Vane!" Felder cursed angrily.

"Okay, okay, it's all over. I announce that from now on, the Black Ghost Mercenary Regiment has officially removed Brad!" Elena exclaimed.

"Goo...... "I don't know whose stomach is just right. Amid the laughter, the crowd began to sit around the bed and eat dinner.

"It's so fragrant! have you forgotten about me, old fellow?" a familiar voice came from the doorway.