Count Orsis, the lord of Skylark, stood up and paced back and forth in front of his throne. His long red cloak dragged to the ground, swaying rhythmically with his steps.

"You're highly trained," he said as if to himself, "and you're capable of using psychics—oh, magic—to fight, and you're quite strong. However, none of the Mercenary Guilds, Killer Guilds, or Dark Mercenaries have your name. ”

Olces turned around and walked back again.

"You entered the city through the North Gate late at night, stayed only one night in my Skylark City, and planned to leave through the East Gate the next morning. Olces frowned, as if he was stuck in a bottleneck in his thoughts. Then, as if he had no intention of thinking any further, he turned slightly, and looked at Levimin at the bottom of the steps.

"You're in too much of a hurry. These few days are the Divine Moon Ceremony in our Skylark City, you should stay and take a look. Count Olsis said with some regret, "After all, this is the advent month of Siswal, the most powerful of the twelve god months. ”

He squinted at Levimin, reading his facial expression. He saw a subtle expression of wonder on his graveyard-like face.

What's that? disdain?

His eyes rolled and he smiled without saying a word.

Levimin looked at the tall young earl, and he was really at a loss in his heart. He didn't know what he had been exposed for, or even what he had been arrested. He wanted to continue to the south, but deliberately chose to leave through the east gate, just in case and to confuse the enemy. But his whereabouts seem to be being stared at, and until now he doesn't know what went wrong.

"I think the Titan of Nature - you prefer to call her Mother Earth, is great but not fair. Count Olsis changed his words, "Look at my 'imperial back garden', but it is not all due to Mother Earth. Her rain and dew are evenly wet, benefiting everyone, regardless of whether she is industrious and hardworking. Vengeance is different," said the count's face with a look of adoration, "and he only favors those who have a strong will, and only the devout who impress him can receive revelation." ”

Once again, a more definite look of disdain flashed across Levimin's face, but the Count looked satisfied.

"I especially want to tell you how I found out......," said Count Olces, slowly.

"Your Highness. Standing beside his throne stood an old man with gray hair, who suddenly interrupted the count. The old man was dressed in a black court uniform and stood straight.

"Okay. The Count put his slender index finger to his lips and winked at Levimin, making a helpless expression, "I'm sorry." Guard, bring this messenger of the Eastern Ancient Kingdom down, don't be too embarrassed for him, I still need him to send me a message. ”

Levimin found that his identity had been completely revealed at this moment, and he only hoped that his mission would not be revealed, otherwise......

"Now...... "The Count flicked his cloak with both hands, and hung the sword leaning on the throne to his waist,"

It's time for us to meet another bunch of rats for a while. ”

The blazing red cloak was like a flag, accompanying him all the way out of the council hall. As the flags passed, the guards on both sides of the passage followed, marching silently behind him. By the time the Count reached the gates of Nightingale Castle, a whole group of guards had followed him.

Ian, Marianne and the others were training, meditating, and flipping through books, as usual. Suddenly, the sound of neat footsteps came from the street floor above them. Several of them heard well and knew that a procession was passing through the street above them. Everyone was holding their breath.

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock at the end of the staircase.

Sherman's brow furrowed, knowing something odd. He made a gesture for everyone not to move, and then bent on his waist and crept up the steps. His movements were light, slow, and the knock at the end of the stairs, as if waiting for him, had only sounded once in a long time, and he seemed very patient and polite.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and debris and fragments of wood scattered down the steps. In the smoke, Sherman rolled down the steps.

Everyone stood up except Marianne.

Slowly, the sound of quiet and composed footsteps descended the steps. Then, with a white-gloved hand on the wall by the staircase, Count Olces leaned out and looked carefully in.

"Ouch, sorry, I pushed the door too hard. He said as he walked out. Behind him were a stream of soldiers, quickly encircling them. The tip of the guard's dagger was pointed at them, as if quietly waiting for orders.

Count Olsis paced a few steps closer to Ian, but his eyes did not look at them, but only looked around.

"Tsk, it's much bigger than I thought it was, this place. I couldn't tell whether the tone of his words was praise or mockery, "So many books!"

Then he saw Marianne, "Ah...... This lady must be Mrs. Marianne Baker, rude. As he spoke, he made a slight gentlemanly salute.

"And then ......" he raised his hand and pointed at Ian and the others, his fingers wandering among them, "Ian—"

He pointed to the lizardman prince Zandar and said.

Before Zandar could argue, he laughed again: "How could it be a lizardman? Hahaha! Just kidding, please don't mind." ”

Then, his gaze fell on Ian, "It's you, right?"

"Well, this man is so strange," he saw Mister again, "what's wrong with his face?" Mister quickly lowered his head, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Ian.

"Your Highness. The old man beside the earl reminded solemnly, "Please bring them back for interrogation, this is not suitable for your noble status." ”

"Alright, well," Count Orsis straightened his cloak a little stiffly, and looked up at Ian, "I arrest you in the name of Orceth Theo Brill, Lord of Skylark, and you are arrested. Ian, Marianne...... The lizardmen, and the face-covered freak, and- uh,

What's that?!"

He cried out in surprise, which made the guards nervous. He saw the snap, and he was coming out of the kitchen dripping with water.

Pa Ta looked at the Count and the guards around him in confusion, and tilted his head.

Count Olces took a breath, the speed with which he recovered from the shock was admirable. He commanded in a calm tone, "...... And this strange creature, and this old man, if he is not dead, take it away. With that, he quickly turned around and climbed the steps. As soon as he walked up the steps, as if he remembered something again, he turned sideways and said, "I advise you not to make unnecessary resistance, I have brought all my guards, and your chances of victory will never exceed half of them." If you don't want to go to war with me in the city, maybe we can talk. ”

Marianne only shook her head slightly, and Ian agreed with her decision. Seeing that they had no intention of resisting, the Earl's guards came over and put black hoods on Ian and the others, and escorted them to the ground. Through the cracks in the weave, Ian saw the sun that he had not seen for a long time. He noticed that the entire street was cordoned off by guards. It didn't take long for them to be thrown into the darkness again.

The Count was in no hurry to interrogate them.

"Shut up for one night, enough work has been done today. Count Olces instructed the captain of the guard as he enjoyed dinner.

In the dungeon, Ian and Mister are locked in one cell, and Zandar and Sherman are locked in another. They don't know where Marianne was taken, and Pata, who also seems to be being held in solitary confinement.

"How much does this lord love flowers?" said Zandar, snorting, "Even this dungeon can smell fresh flowers and plants!"

Sherman touched his somewhat swollen cheeks: "Yes, I heard that all the flowers and plants in the city are funded by Fort Nightingale, and there is also an application office dedicated to fixed-point distribution. ”

"Yes, I remember you got a pot of ......," Zandar cocked his tail and sat down in the icy corner.

"Blue-collar sunflowers," Sherman smiled reluctantly as he lay on the bed, his face still aching, and his back aching, "that was one of Lady Marianne's favorite flowers." ”

"Ian?" Zandar noticed that the stone walls weren't thick, and he tried to talk to Ian in the next cell.

"I'm here. Ian heard it and answered.

"Mister is with you, right?"

"Yes. ”

"Mister?"

“......”

"Okay. Listen, I'm worried about snapping right now. ”

"Me too, but I think as long as they don't pose any threat to it, Pata shouldn't kill people casually by now. Ian said with some uncertainty, "I don't know if it's because of the imprint of reason, but he seems to be a lot more rational than when I first saw him, and even has emotions that he didn't have." ”

"Honor, humor. ”

"Yes...... At least that's not a bad thing. ”

"Not for now. Zandar is less optimistic, "but it's not a good thing that something we can't predict can be maintained under the imprint of reason." ”

"That's all you care about

Head weird thing," Sherman grumbled, covering his cheeks, "Lady Marianne has been entertaining you for nothing. ”

"Sherman," Zandar said, "you don't understand. Whether the state of snapping is stable or not is related to the fate of all of us. ”

Sherman glanced at him suspiciously.

"Ha," Ian whispered a chuckle next door, "the twelve gods will bless it to sleep till tomorrow morning." ”

"Don't you want to run away, do you want me to ......?" Zandar meant, to lift the imprint of reason.

"No," Ian decisively stopped him, "we can wait. ”

"Yes, yes," the lizardman sounded a little agitated, "and when the rope is around our necks, remember to remind me to lift the mark, I'm afraid I'll forget." ”

"Don't worry, my friend," Ian chuckled softly, "we still have time. ”

Zandar often couldn't understand the traveling companion that Prince Alphen had introduced to him. Ian and Lady Marianne both have psychic powers, so why didn't they resist immediately, fight their way out and escape? If the other party also used psychic power, he could at least give up control of the snap and choose to suppress the other party. If they go on a rampage, the chaos will probably work in their favor. Taking a step back, even if Marianne's eyes are inconvenient, Ian and his future journey will not have any problems without Marianne - they have no plans to pull the blind Marianne into the journey. He didn't understand, wasn't the best option at that time to run away?

(End of chapter)