The two soon arrived at the tomb, the stone slab at the entrance had been lifted, and the entrance was uncovered, and it seemed that Whitemane was more panicked than expected.

Unas felt that the route through the cemetery today was much shorter, and this woman had indeed taken a long detour last night, and even he was so guarded that Whiteman's sense of secrecy should be extremely high.

It was really unreasonable for the prisoners to escape in this way, and the two went down to the bottom floor, and the wooden lid of the sarcophagus was thrown in the corner, and the inside of the coffin was empty.

"Was that what it was like when you came to check it out? You haven't touched anything. Unas Holmes possessed, his hands crossed in front of his chest.

"I didn't touch anything, I saw the stone slab at the entrance being removed when I came, and I knew something was wrong, and when I came down, I saw this scene." After that, of course, I hurried to find Unas.

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"In the afternoon, I fed her once, and it was fine at that time, and the dose of anesthetic can definitely support until tomorrow."

"If you dare to come here during the day, will you be followed?"

"No way, there are birds in the sky watching with me, I can't be followed."

Unas thought for a while and analyzed: "I don't think she can escape on her own, even if she can withstand the effect of the anesthetic, she can't have the strength to throw the coffin lid that far when she climbs out of the coffin." ”

He approached the sarcophagus and looked inside, and the coffin was empty: "Even if she could break free, she wouldn't have taken the rope that bound her with her when she escaped, so she was taken away by someone." ”

"There's no way she's going to wake up from that dose of anesthetic, and I can't sense the light mark on her at all," Whitemane calmed down, supporting Unas's reasoning, "Could it be her accomplices who saved her?" ”

"Anyway, it wouldn't be the Inquisition's pursuit of the death row inmates, otherwise we'd have been arrested by now," Unas thought as he touched his chin, "and it's not like the same party, who will definitely cut the rope for her when they save her." ”

"Who could that be?"

"Who else knows about this tomb but you and me?"

"Executioner Todd, the death row prisoner was bought from him, and he helped me transport people here," Whitemayne was confident, "he would never dare to betray me, I have his handle in my hands, and the guilt of stealing and selling death row prisoners is not small." ”

"Don't talk about any tricks, you steal a death row prisoner, it's not much better than him, it's all a grasshopper on a rope, no matter what handle you have, you can't threaten him now," Unas hit the nail on the head, "In essence, now you are a sinner like him, and you have a handle on each other." ”

"How can this be the same? I am for the cause of the Light! "And he's just a commoner, how can you compare him to me!" ”

The angry Whitemayne exposed her feudal aristocratic superiority at once, growing up in an environment where nobles were higher than commoners, and Unas did not expect her to have advanced ideas of equality for all beings, but it was still very uncomfortable to listen to it.

"Is lawlessness possible in the name of the Light? And the Light teaches us to treat everyone equally, are you still the pastor of the Light Church? ”

If Whitemayne had been patient and had stayed by his side when he went into battle, he would have always found an opportunity to secretly resurrect the soldiers who had died in battle, which would be much safer than the fearful resurrection of illegally bought death row inmates, but unfortunately things have come to this point, and it is useless to say this.

"On what basis do you accuse me? Don't forget that you are involved in this, and even if you are guilty, you are also guilty with me! ”

didn't say a few words and quarreled again, the two really didn't get along, Unas lamented in his heart, this woman was completely unreasonable when she got angry, didn't Lao Tzu be dragged into the water by you?

But now is not the time to scold, the most important thing is to find the death row inmate, he pressed his anger and turned to the point: "The possibility of this executioner leaking secrets is very high, we must go to him now to question him." ”

Whitemayne also knew that the situation was serious, so he didn't make any more trouble: "He lives in the dungeon of the Inquisition, where can I apply for visitation rights at this time?" ”

"Dungeon? Why would he live in that kind of place. ”

"Executioner Todd is notoriously dedicated, and will not miss any opportunity to execute a prisoner on death row, he has set up his home on the lowest floor of the dungeon to guard the felons, and it is late at night, and we cannot see him unless ......"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you catch a thug who has committed a felony," Whitemayne looked Unas up and down, "you're fit." ”

"Lao Tzu is a saint, a hero who killed the Dread Demon King, where is he like a criminal?"

Unas understood what the priestess meant, that he was pretending to be a captured prisoner, and that the two of them would have an excuse to enter the Inquisition dungeon.

But his oriental face was so striking that many people in the monastery knew him, and if there were any one among the jailers who knew him, it would be immediately exposed.

"You don't have to worry about that, I'll make you unrecognizable." Whitemayne took out his scalpel and slashed it at his left wrist, and blood gushed out of the inch-long wound.

Unas watched in amazement as she poured blood on her fair face, making a bloody mess, and the silver-haired prosecutor was so ruthless that he didn't care about his own blood, but when he thought about it, women should be the most fearless creatures of bloodshed.

"Hurry up and lower your head, do you want my blood to drain?" Whitemane raised his left hand, and red blood began to drip to the ground.

Unas hurriedly lowered his head to catch it, and the silver-haired priestess gave up with his bloody head and face.

"Hurry up and wipe it on your face and pretend to be hurt," Whitemane tapped his leg with a staff, "and walk with your left leg bent down to make people think you're broken." ”

"There's no tomato juice or something? You have to ...... it with real blood," Unas grumbled as he complied.

Out of nowhere, Whitemane pulled out a pair of shackles and threw them over, commanding, "Handcuffed." ”

"Give me the key, too, or I would never have worn this." Unas didn't want to be fooled by his own people.

Whitemane pouted, looking impatient, but seeing Unas's uncompromising eyes, he handed him the key anyway.

Unas was handcuffed and bent his left leg, and now he was a lame prisoner with a bloody face, hoping that no one would recognize him.

Whitemayne healed the wound on his wrist and messed up his hair a bit, trying to look as good as he had been after a struggle.

"The dungeon changing of the guard time is the least, let's wait a while before we go, now rest for a while," Whitemayne lost some blood, maybe a little dizzy, she rubbed her temples and sat down, "No matter who asks you later, don't open your mouth, I'll be responsible for communicating with the people of the Inquisition." ”

"You're up to the mark." Unas had never been to the courtroom at all, and the silver-haired prosecutor worked there, so he must be familiar with the affairs there, so it should be fine for her to leave full authority to her.

After a short rest, the two of them crawled out of the tomb, and Whitemane got a chain and handcuffed it, and led Unas in the darkness to the last place that the people of the monastery wanted to approach—the Inquisition.