A narrow corridor surrounds the underground cells of the Temple of Pero, and a chandelier with the "Flame of Immortality" hangs from the ceiling of the corridor, emitting a drowsy cold light.

A simple cell was carved out every ten steps along the corridor, in which there were no prisoners and exuded a choking musty smell, and at the end of the corridor there was a relatively spacious special prison, with much better living and sanitary conditions than ordinary cells, and there was an "anti-magic field" in the cell, which was dedicated to the prisoners of crimes within the Holy See, and in this special cell was now held a distinguished tenant, Philip Wallenstein, Governor of the Far Eastern Province and Archbishop.

Two paladins stood outside the cell door as jailers, playing chess to pass the time.

At this moment, footsteps can be heard in the hallway, alerting the jailer.

"Who's there!"

"It's me, Anthony Fogel." The young tax collector came from the dimly lit hallway.

"Prison is heavy and idlers are not allowed to enter, what are you doing here?" The jailers looked at each other through the iron fence.

"It was Knight Captain Klautz who asked me to come to see Archbishop Philip, and I had something important to discuss with the Archbishop, this is the Knight Chief's edict."

The jailer passed the edict handed by Anthony through the crack in the fence, and used the magic to identify the seal, which was indeed the emblem of Clotz himself, and he was not at ease, so he took out the communication stone and inquired about Klautz, and only after the other party's personal confirmation was the guard was lifted, and the cell door was opened to let Anthony in.

Anthony glanced into the cell and vaguely saw an old man in a white robe curled up on the camp bed in the corner, looking decadent. He nodded thoughtfully, turned to the two jailers, and said, "Please stay away, both of you." ”

The jailers glanced at each other, hesitated, and then left the cell one after another, walking down the corridor and talking.

"What do you suppose the Knight Chief sent that kid to the Archbishop?"

"Well...... Most of the time it was to persuade the archbishop to cooperate with the chief knight. ”

"Is this possible? The chief knight and the archbishop had a complete falling out, and I think it's more like they're here to kill them. The jailer gestured to wipe his neck, "The Fort of Atonement can't be guarded, and instead of letting a conspirator like Philip lurking inside the Holy See regain his freedom and collude with Rudolph and his gang to commit rebellion in the Far East, it is better to kill him now!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, these things are not for us to worry about, let's let the big guys toss, it's a rare opportunity to leave this hellish place, let's go out and let the wind out."

The two paladins chatted and walked away, unaware of the three pairs of eyes quietly watching them in the darkness. When the two of them left the hallway, an air current set off in an empty cell, and the cell door quietly opened, and a line of footprints appeared on the ground.

"They're gone." Roland mentally responded to Lyudmila and Merlin, who were also invisible.

"There's another guy in the jail, the one who just came in, what does he do, he doesn't look like a jailer." Lyudmila said.

"That man must be from a very small background, otherwise he has no right to let the jailer leave, and he will be left alone to talk to Philip, and we will hurry over and see what he wants to do." Mage Merlin had a faint sense that something was wrong.

Roland felt the same way, and tiptoed out, groping his way down the corridor, and soon came to the door of the cell where Philip was being held. This cell is unique in that there is a prison guard's suite between the cell and the hallway, and the exit from the hallway is equipped with an iron gate, which is usually equipped with a secret lock. However, the two jailers did not lock the door when they left just now, and the three of Roland easily sneaked in, and heard the two people talking from a distance, as if they were arguing quite fiercely.

"What are you kidding, I'd rather die here than bow to that bitch of Klautz!" Philip's roar suddenly rang from the cell, his face flushed, he trembled, and looked like he was about to lose control of his excitement.

"Calm your temper, Your Excellency, please focus on the big picture—" Philip spoke to Philip at the door of his cell, a young man with a blonde hair, handsome, fair-skinned, well-dressed and elegantly mannered, giving the impression of a boy who spends his days in a pile of fat powder.

"Big picture!" Philip grabbed the fruit basket brought by the boy and threw it over, his face twisted violently with annoyance, "If it weren't for that brute Klautz, who didn't care about the overall situation, sent troops to suppress the petitioners, and imprisoned me in this hellish place, the general situation in the Far East would have been in my hands, where would there be a chance for Rudolph, a careerist, to come ahead!" He clenched his fists, so grieved that he almost burst into tears, "It's all to blame for Clautz ruining a big game of chess that I worked so hard to build, and I still have the face to say that I care about the overall situation?!" ”

"Your Excellency, listen to me, the misunderstandings that occurred in the past cannot be changed, and the only thing we can do at the moment is to prevent the Far East from going further and further down the wrong path, right?" The young man patiently persuaded Philip.

"But what else can I do now? The time has been missed, and it is difficult for manpower to defeat the destiny after all......" As soon as the anger passed, Philip's body collapsed suddenly, and he curled up weakly in the corner, muttering, "The stage that belongs to me no longer exists, Rudolph is the protagonist, I can't do anything, I can only watch Rudolph wave into the city here, and be surrounded by the people to ascend the throne." ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a stage, Lord Krautz asked me to come to you just to give you a chance to return to the political arena."

"Humph! He wants to take advantage of me, and neither is you kid, it's not a good thing! Philip retorted.

"The relationship between people is nothing more than the use of each other, being able to be used by others shows that there is at least some value, and at the same time you will also get the opportunity to regain control of your own destiny, taking a step back, being used by Klautz you can at least maintain the dignity of the archbishop, if Rudolph enters the city...... Does he, a believer in Sindra, still need to invite an archbishop of the Church of Pero from the dungeon to serve as a façade? The young man smiled, "I'm afraid he would like you to stay in the dungeon forever and die in obscurity out of the public eye." ”

Philip raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him seriously, his pursed lips twitched, "You have a point, tell me, what are Clautz's plans......"

Roland heard that Philip had been persuaded by the young man, and secretly rejoiced that he had arrived just in time, otherwise the situation prophesied by the Reverend Werther would soon have come true. Philip teaming up with Krautz won't stop the Koraz Legion from storming the Keep, but it will cause a lot of trouble for their side.

"What is the beginning of that kid, listening to him seems to be very scheming." Lyudmila's tone was distinctly hostile. Because of her personality, she hates all "scheming".