The tower was empty, except for a spiraling downward staircase leading to the interior of the castle. Diego cautiously groped down the stairs.

Different from the neat and gorgeous castles of many castles, as a military building in a war-torn area, everything inside the castle is thick and heavy, with solemnity and coldness as the color, and everything is mainly practical. The torches attached to the iron rings in the walls illuminated the corridor, but although there were no ornate drapery and elaborate statues, the weapons boxes stacked on the walls, the full body armor propped up on the wooden shelves, the stacked powder kegs provided Diego with enough shadow to hide, and the spiral staircase, the low doorway, and the iron-clad oak door panels provided him with many corners to hide, in fact, if not for the fact that he knew enough about this kind of castle, He might even get lost in this labyrinthine castle.

Through the doors and corridors, Diego finally found his way outside the council hall on the third floor. To his surprise, there were no sentinels on duty outside the hall, and even the door was completely open.

Hidden in the shadows of a standing suit of armor, Diego poked his head out into the hall.

The layout of the hall is very simple, with rows of oak benches lying horizontally, and at the innermost part of the hall is a podium that is a little higher than the ground. A human officer dressed in a blood-colored crusader uniform sat behind a desk on the podium, looking to be in his mid-thirties, with a bushy beard and his hair swaying back as shimmering as gold in the light. What caught Diego's attention the most was that resolute face, and Tirio? Ferding was so similar that Diego almost thought that a young version of Tirio had appeared in front of him. There is no doubt that this man is the target of their trip to save - Tyran? Fordin.

Diego noticed that not far from Tylan, there stood a row of heavily armed Scarlet Crusader soldiers, armed with halberds and swords at their waists, looking like a group of dutiful guards, but in fact, their faces were not respectful and obedient, but full of tension and vigilance, as if the man in front of them was not their lord, but a dangerous prisoner.

Obviously, Tyran? Fording has lost power and is under house arrest by his teacher, Grand Prosecutor Ethan Lien! If it's not Ethan Lien, still need Tyran? Fordin, the de jure lord, was used as a front for him to control the Valley of the Hearth, and he had probably been secretly eliminated long ago.

Diego secretly counted half a dozen of these elite soldiers. That's an embarrassing amount, and without Sekihafa's cooperation—the flightless cats and the Night Elves act together—Diego can't guarantee that he can handle so many people in a short period of time without using the musket, but once he uses the Death Gaze, the huge movement that comes out will alarm the entire castle.

Diego was in a dilemma, but at that moment, he suddenly heard faint footsteps coming from the stairs leading to the second floor - someone was going upstairs!

He rolled forward and hid behind a pile of wooden crates across the doorway from the chamber. The chameleon-changing cloak then fluttered up, enveloping him in the shadows. From this angle, through the gap between the cloak and the wooden box, he could see everything that was happening in the hall.

After a while, a clergyman in a robe spun out of the corner and into the council hall. He walked straight to Tyran? At Fordin's table, he swaggered a document before his lord, and didn't even salute him.

"The Grand Prosecutor has asked you to sign this paperwork, Tyran? Fordin. He said arrogantly.

"How dare you treat your lord so rudely!" Tyran looked at him angrily, his eyes almost bursting with fire, and he jerked up from his chair, wanting to teach this shameless villain who dared to offend him a lesson that he would never forget.

But the soldiers standing against the wall swarmed up between him and the priest, and the shining spear of Rulin poked in front of him, only a stone's throw from his throat.

"Please stay calm, my lord!" One of the sergeants at the head said with some trembling persuasion, even if he was unarmed, no one dared to doubt the strength of this paladin, not to mention, as a lord, under the accumulation of power for many years, not everyone had the courage to dare to make a move against Tyran.

"You'd better do what the Grand Prosecutor says." The priest arrogantly said that completely ignoring his words would completely anger Tyran? Fordin. The sergeant was eager to push the guy who had added fuel to the fire away.

Looking at the triumphant priest, the paladin calmed down, and he slowly sat back in his seat, ignoring the mad dog that barked wildly.

"What is this?" He picked the paper off the table and looked at it slowly. However, after a few minutes, his face changed dramatically, and he suddenly got up and slapped the paper on the table with great force. The table made an unbearable cracking sound and scattered to the ground.

"Uncle Arton can't be a mole!" He roared loudly, spitting stars at the priest's face.

Arton in Tirio? Furding was the captain of the guard at Madenhold Castle when he was Lord of Hearthvale, and he almost grew up watching Tyran, and even during the years of Tirio's exile, he remained loyal to Tyran, serving him dutifully. However, after Ethan Lion seized power in Hearthvale, Arton was transferred to train recruits, away from the center of power in Hearthvale. Tyran hadn't seen him in a long time.

What Tyran had just seen was a hanged verdict accusing Arton of being a spy of the Cult of the Damned, plotting to spread plague in the Valley of the Hearth and breach the impregnable castle from within. It's clear that Ethan Lion can't wait to start cleaning out the people in Firehand Valley who are still loyal to Tyran, and take control of Firehand Valley completely.

"I'm not going to sign it unless I'm dead!" Tyran roared angrily like a lion, as the lord of Hearthvale, this hanging sentence would not have taken effect without his signature.

"The Grand Prosecutor had expected you to say this, we don't need a signature at all," the priest sneered disdainfully, he looked at the sergeant standing beside Tyran, and then snorted at the paladin, "Grab him and take off the ring from his hand!" ”

Almost every human nobleman has always carried a unique ring with them, and they have engraved their family crest on the ring as their personal seal. Normally, these stamps can be stamped on documents and have the same legal effect as his own signature.

The soldiers were a little surprised, but they still raised their spears and pressed towards Tyran.

However, before they could gather around, the paladin strode over the loose table and slammed his fist into the priest's face. The priest shook and slowly collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Well, the poor creature managed to get the seal, but unfortunately it was printed on the face.

"Phew, maggots!" The paladin spat at him fiercely, then picked up a table leg from the ground and looked at the soldiers surrounding him with a sneer, "Come on, let me see what you are capable of!" ”

The apprehensive soldiers rushed forward, and although Tyran could easily settle the battle when he fought any of them alone, it caused him a great deal of pressure when these soldiers swarmed up, especially since these soldiers were wearing thick armor and holding sharp weapons, but he was unarmed, except for a table leg. Almost in the blink of an eye, he was cornered.

However, he was not fighting alone, as his father sent him reinforcements. Outside the door of the chamber, Diego stood up from behind the wooden box, drew his jay's bayonet, attached it to the hook at the front of the musket, and strode into the hall.