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At the moment when the sun sank to the horizon, he cast a spell on his legs.

He breathed three times and touched the ground on all fours. As his leg muscles instantly filled with magic and blood, he sped toward the west, like a lone wolf tugging at the silk left behind by the light with its fangs.

He never felt so raw and lonely.

He is the Hyal of Snowwalkers.

He is Dino Firefinch.

He can't fail the people who helped him.

Moshi, Gerota.

He can't live up to his last name.

Diffindor, Sheka Hawthorn, Knights of the Firesparrow......

A loud and piercing trombone sound——

A long copper-gold sound pierced through the masonry and mist and resounded throughout the castle.

Ahh

That is, he has been discovered.

The sound of arrows piercing the air pierced his ears, and one shot was less than inches behind his heel, followed by a second, brushing the fur of his calf, but still not catching up with him. Without hesitation, he ran swiftly and vigorously, and then sprang into the alley of the city house.

It was getting dark.

-

Moshi is now locked in a cell on the ground floor of the castle. Next to him was a submissive courtier, and Mo Shi guessed that he had just spoken some cold words to Manxi, and as a result, he had been reduced to this.

But the man was at least in better shape than he was.

Moshi's right hand is still oozing blood, and he hasn't been given any water or food since he was locked here.

He started by standing in the unidentified dirt on the floor. After his legs ached, he began to walk slowly around the narrow iron railing, and finally he had no strength and crouched down against the wall.

Of course, he undoubtedly assisted in the "disappearance" of Dino Firefinch.

Therefore, he is mentally prepared for the inevitable thing that he will be punished, and to be honest, the current situation is not bad. At least he hasn't been tortured yet.

On the other side of the cell were five or six members of the palace guard.

There were some wounds on their bodies, and they licked them gently with their tongues from time to time, and helped each other where they couldn't lick them, making Mo Shi deeply aware of their animality again. After a while, they began to try to talk to Mo Shi.

After learning that Mo Shi was a close vassal of the Duke of Firefinch, they sympathized with him and called him "Lord Sir".

"Oh my lord," a gray-faced, hairy young man looked at his hand, "your hand doesn't look good, it's incomplete, and it's bleeding, why don't you take care of it?"

Another slapped him on the head: "Where can adults be like us!"

"Alas......" the young man looked at Mo Shi sympathetically, "at this time, don't take too much care of etiquette, or I can help you, I don't mind." ”

As he spoke, he stuck his tongue out and shook it. Snowwalkers have longer and thinner tongues than humans.

It's a bit funny, Mo Shi smiled and shook his head.

He knew that his hands were very strange to the orcs, and there was no need to be sideways. What's more, I'm afraid that saliva disinfection is really limited for him.

"Thank you. Mo Shi said sincerely. His voice was hoarse from thirst.

"At least, uh......" The young man looked around, lifted up his trousers and the hem of his shirt, and finally pulled out the hem of his undershirt, tore open a strip, and handed it to Mo Shi from the metal railing, "You can barely use it." ”

"I will remember the kindness you have shown me. Moshi took the sackcloth.

"Hey, hey. You're welcome, sir," the young man scratched his short brown hair, "We were all newcomers who had been recruited to the palace as low-level guards not long ago, thinking that we would be able to get more drinks in the palace, who would have thought that such a ridiculous thing would happen?

Several of the other guards burst out laughing.

They were obviously all born into low-ranking aristocratic families, and they were probably not the eldest sons, so they would seek jobs here. They seem optimistic.

"It has nothing to do with us who is the king," said the young man, "and it was so." ”

"Originally?"

"Of course not! His Royal Highness Manxi is not reasonable at all, he is obviously the second son, and the throne should not be his. And I've heard that he killed a lot of nobles, right in the square! If he hadn't rebelled, he wouldn't have had to kill so many people, and we'd not be crammed here and locked up – your hands wouldn't hurt, would they?"

Mo Shi sighed softly.

He stood up with some irritability and paced in front of the railing for a moment.

He peeked out and saw two guards sitting at the entrance to the tunnel.

"I want to drink some water...... he said.

Although hoarse, it is not very light. It stands to reason that snowwalkers should be able to hear clearly.

He tried to raise his voice again. But the two guards were still talking to themselves, unmoving.

The young man next door stood up and walked to the door, and knocked the metal railing with his elbow, and the lock shook against the iron railing, making a clattering sound and echoing.

"Hey, hey, two big brothers, this adult is almost dumb with thirst!"

In doing so, the two guards had to look back at them.

The young man continued, in a cheerful and funny tone: "If he can't speak, what if His Highness Manxi comes to him later? ”

His words clearly amused people both inside and outside the cell.

The two half-hung guards finally nodded. They took out a jug from under the table, poured it into a clay bowl, and brought a bowl to Mo Shi.

"Thank you. Mo Shi took the water bowl, turned his head to look at the guards in the next room, and said again, "Thank you." ”

-

At night, Mo Shi sat against the wall, falling asleep intermittently.

Probably due to a lack of manpower, the dungeon guards were not rotated, and the guards probably felt that there was nothing to "see" here, so they blew out the torches on the wall early and lay down on the ground to sleep.

The sound of snoring coming from all around me lingered in my ears.

Mo Shi had to realize that everyone slept better than him.

The night was silent, even the moonlight was firmly obscured by dark clouds, and everything was silent except for the footsteps of the patrols.

Mo Shi was in a daze and floated for a while in a half-dream. By the time he awoke suddenly, the dim daylight had been slanting down from the narrow window at the top, and it seemed that it was already the next morning. Outside, there was a commotion, and all kinds of noises were cacophony.

The people in the cells on the left and right were also sober, standing on tiptoe by the wall, trying to see what was going on outside.

The two cell guards opened the door of the dungeon and looked out for a moment, then ran back to the table and rushed out, picking up their weapons and rushing out, ignoring the so-called "criminals" who were being held in the dungeon.

The people who stayed here looked at each other, and they could hear the metal crashing, roaring, running......

Mo Shi was sore and numb, but his spirit was completely up. He struggled to his feet.

- It is clear that the army of Prince Yumanka has broken through the royal city in the early hours of the morning, and has reached the palace in one fell swoop.

Mo Shi raised his hands slightly.

Blue points of magic light surround the soles of the feet to form a spell. He's building miniature enchantments for the next two little spells. Given that he is too weak, doing so will reduce unnecessary mana escape when casting, making it a reliable and useful trick.

"Level 2 Object Shifting Magic: Locking Technique. He raised his left hand.