When the guards opened the cell door, Lekwin didn't dare to make any moves. Because he saw that the other guard had leveled the iron rod in his hand at some point, and the iron rod was facing his body at one end.

He'd already experienced the power of this thing, and he didn't want to be fucked again.

"Come here, put on the handcuffs." The guard looked at him warily.

Leckwin obediently complied.

After putting the heavy iron cuffs on his hands, he saw the other guard put down the iron rod in his hand, which made Lekwin breathe a sigh of relief.

"Alright, come with me." The guard beckoned to Lekven, and walked towards the dungeon's exit.

Lekwin's heart was uneasy, he didn't know what fate he would face, but he had no choice, because in the moment he hesitated, the iron rod in the hand of the other guard was unconsciously raised again.

'Oh, damn the iron musket! Leckerwin grunted and staggered to keep up with the guard.

As he passed by the other iron cages, he found that the prisoners in the cages were looking at him with gloating eyes, as if he were rushing to the execution ground.

"Hey~ new here, good luck."

"He looks so handsome, but he turns out to be a short-lived ghost."

"Less than one in ten people who have walked out from here and come back, young man, may the gods bless you."

The prisoners' words made Leckwin's heart even more panicked, he has lived for more than 60 years, yes, but he still has a lot of things to do, if nothing else, he can live for hundreds of years in the future, he is reluctant to end up like this.

'Hey~ Greed killed me! ’

Lekwin's heart was terrified, but he did not dare to move, although the wound in his chest was less severe than he appeared, he was not at all sure that he would have to fight against two guards with muskets in his hands shackled.

Moreover, this is a fortress, full of musket warriors, and a terrifying master magician, even if he kills these two guards, he will not be able to face the pursuit that follows.

As he followed the guards to the stairs leading to the ground, he couldn't help but ask, "Hey~ man, what are your masters going to do with me?" I tell you, I'm different from the rest of the cage, I'm just passing through Nilogaard, and you can't condemn me to death for that. ”

The guard glanced at him, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: "You can keep these words and talk to the master, it's useless to talk to me." ”

Lekwin shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, you can't do this, I'm just an unlucky guy who has suffered misfortune, I didn't do anything, really, you can't kill me!" ”

He didn't leave, crouched down against the wall, holding his head in his hands, and his spirit almost collapsed.

The guard behind him, who had been silent, walked up and hit Lekven's back with the butt of a gun, smashing Lekewin's body almost down, and the sharp pain came from his back, and then pulled the wound on his chest, and Lekwin, who was in pain, gasped for air.

"Keep walking, or I won't mind giving you a ride." The silent guard's voice was cold, the musket in his hand was pointed directly at Lekwin's head, and he was not ready to reason with Lekven.

Lekwin was really afraid that this guy would smack him in the head, but he had no choice but to get up, endure the pain, and grin to keep up with the guards.

Soon, the three of them walked out of the dimly lit underground staircase and entered the hall on the first floor of the fortress, the light was much brighter, and the surrounding environment was also lively, people kept entering the hall, and people kept leaving the hall in a hurry, everyone was busy doing their own thing, and when they passed by Lekewen's side, they glanced at him at most, and never stopped to watch.

This state of everybody's busyness was something that Lekven had never seen before, and he thought it was unusual, but his attention quickly returned to himself, and he felt that his life had entered the countdown.

'What a horrible place. Lekwin thought sadly.

The guards continued to lead the way in front, all the way through the hall, up the stairs, and when they reached the staircase on the second floor, the two guards stopped, and the guard in front actually took out the key and opened the shackles in Leckwin's hand, he pointed to a very ordinary wooden door, and said: "Go forward, count to the second wooden door, push the door yourself in, and the master is waiting for you inside." ”

Lekwen was stunned: "Am I alone?" ”

"Yes, you're alone. Remember, be respectful, or I'll shoot you in the head, even if the master doesn't blame you! The guards threatened viciously.

Lekwen nodded again and again: "Don't worry, where do I dare to be rude to the master." ”

"Go ahead."

Leckwin took a deep breath, tried his best to steady his mind, and walked to the wooden door step by step. Behind that wooden door, he will face the Inquisitor of his fate. Life or death is all in the thought of the other party.

"I don't know which master magician is inside, Max the Thunderbringer? Niya the Sage? Or the master alchemist Fred. Root? ”

As he pushed the door open, Leckerwin guessed that the first thing he saw was a huge, unkempt desk, which took up most of the room, with piles of scrolls, mountains of manuscript paper, and all sorts of unnamed knick-knacks, not to mention the four inkwells with quill pens in them.

Behind this large pile of things, a young man was sitting at his desk and reading a book. The man looked very young, probably in his early 20s, with neat short black hair and a dusty cotton leather armor, which looked a bit like the young travelers who could be found everywhere on the streets.

'Is this the master?! ’

The image of this person and the magic master in Leckwin's impression are completely two extremes, and the huge contrast made Lekven stunned and speechless for a while.

The other party heard the movement at the door and looked up.

Leckerwin saw a face that was not outstanding, his eyes were a little darker than ordinary people, but they were not special, and if he appeared on the street, no one would pay much attention to him at all.

"Uh~~~ Master, it's you...... Do you want to see me? Leckerwin felt that he might have gone to the wrong room, and he didn't think that such a young man would become the leader of Nilogaard City.

"Yes, that's me. However, Master is just an honorific title for me, and in fact, my power is far from being a true master of magic. The young man smiled softly as he put down the quill in his hand.

"Hehe~~ That must be far behind, I've never seen such a young magic master." Leckerwin felt the pressure in his heart dissipate more than half. Such a young man, even if he is a magician, even if he is a genius, how strong can the magic power be?

He vaguely felt that if he fought hard despite the injury in his chest, he might even take the other party hostage. Of course, this idea is very risky, and he naturally can't act easily without finding out the details of the other party.

The young man was naturally Rosen, of course he didn't know what Lekwin was thinking, he continued: "Can you introduce yourself, undead?" ”

Leckwin was slightly taken aback, but then relieved. Ordinary people may not be able to distinguish the undead from the crowd, but for a magician, it is a breeze.

Since it has come to this point, it is naturally not a big deal to show his identity, he bowed slightly and said, "My name is Lekwen. Nairland, for the last 20 years, has been wandering around Berkeley, the city of freedom. ”

"Oh, it's Mr. Leckwin. I've heard that you were accidentally injured by my fighters, and I'm very sorry for that. However, I'm curious, since you've been in Berkeley, why did you come to Nilogaard?" Rosen asked again.

"This ......" Lekwin was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and still told the truth: "I've been short of money lately, and I'm quite talking about the fall of Nilogaard...... Oh no, it's being attacked by monsters. I just wanted to find some money in the ruins...... As a result, you got lost halfway along the way, and you bumped into your fighter by mistake, and you should already know what happened after that. ”

Rosen listened, flicked his fingers lightly, and muttered for half a minute, he spoke: "I believe in the rest, but getting lost is a very low-level excuse." I want to hear the truth. ”

"I don't want to say it." Lekwin shook his head, thinking about the monster he had seen in the Windmill again, especially when he remembered the blue-black face of the half-magician Thomp, and he couldn't help but shudder.

For some reason, he subconsciously did not want to recall the scene at the mill, and whenever he thought about it carefully, the blood-red eyes on his blue-black face would become very striking, as if he had 'lived' in his memory, which was very terrifying.

Rosen smiled faintly: "I think, you don't have the right to choose." Tell me the truth. What did you do at night when you touched the cave in the north of the city alone?! ”

By the time he said the second half of the sentence, the smile on Rosen's face had disappeared.

As soon as he came to this world, he met the vampire Viken, and he had a natural wariness of the undead, especially when the undead appeared near the hematite cave. You must know that for Nilogaard at this stage, iron ore is a strategic resource and cannot be lost.

Lekwin was stunned, he couldn't understand why Rosen suddenly turned his face, he was also angry in his heart, and said loudly: "Master magic, are you mistaken?" I passed through the mines, yes, but I didn't go in to make trouble, I just passed by! Passing by, you know? I just walked to the side of the mine, and I didn't go into the mine, and I didn't have any interest in going in to see what was going on! Besides, what's so nice about a mine? I've always hated dark, damp, cold places. As a result, I was inexplicably hit with a musket and almost lost my life. Now that I'm telling the truth, do you want to send me away with just a 'I'm so sorry'? ”

After yelling like this, Lekwin finally let out a sulk, and felt that the whole person was much more comfortable.

He looked at the young man's face behind the desk, and suddenly felt that the other party was actually very pitiful, because he believed that it would not be long before the group of fire-worshipping madmen in Berkeley, the city of freedom, would rush over, burn the young magician at the stake, and rob him of all the riches here.

'Hey~ The other party doesn't live long, why should I bother with a dead man? Leckwin felt he should be generous.

Rosen frowned, he felt that the mentality of this undead was a little floating, just like his bewitching face, which made people feel very unreliable, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, and he reminded: "Mr. Leckwin, my patience and time are limited. ”

Leckwin glanced up at the young man behind the table, calculating his chances of winning after his sudden outburst. In his opinion, the other party should be a rare magical genius, with outstanding talent and good at seizing opportunities, but at the age of his early 20s, his strength is only at the level of a 3-star magician.

You must know that Emile, the glorious saint of the Flame Church, is currently 21 years old, although everyone praises it, he has dealt with Emile before, and her true power is like that.

After all, it's still too young.

'The power of a 3-star magician is enough to scare and scare ordinary people, but I haven't lived in vain in the past 60 years, what battle haven't I seen?! ’

Thinking about it, Lekwin felt that his odds were quite good. In order to survive, it is worth fighting for this one.

He was afraid of it, took a step forward, propped his hands on the desk, and leaned over to sneer at Rosen: "Respected magic master~ I want to remind you that my patience is also limited!" I've said everything I can say. I don't want to say it, please don't push me! ”