The streets were crowded with people on both sides, all of whom were either crowding around the street or opening their windows, looking curiously at the grand and grand wedding and the two protagonists standing in the ornate carriage.

The music played and the cannon salute opened the way ahead, and the warm atmosphere continued to spread into the distance.

In order to hold this wedding, the security team of the royal city and the soldiers in charge of the kingdom's castle were dispatched to maintain order, and even the jailers in charge of managing the dungeon had to be sent out to monitor the unexpected accidents that could occur at any time.

Bucky stood on the carriage and watched the crowd below move to point, whispering, but had to smile, only slightly stiffened.

He didn't like the feeling of being bound, he was restrained by the white dress on his body and the eyes of the people below, this kind of transition really made people feel unaccustomed, but now, the play should be done enough, he reached out and grabbed Qi Qianlu's big hand that felt like a ball of dough, and held it high.

The people on both sides of the street suddenly puffed their hands very cooperatively, they were more or less envious of Bucky's luck, although Qi Qianlu's appearance was not good-looking, but she couldn't stand the fact that she was a princess of a country, this identity was a symbol of power and wealth, and besides, Xiluo had a daughter, if nothing else, the red nose in front of her might be able to inherit the king's throne in the future, and her children and grandchildren would be a royal family with high and no worries about food and clothing.

It's not the first time that Qi Qianlu has been exposed to the public's field of vision, in fact, all the people are used to having such a princess who is not out of shape under the king's knees, so they don't think that there will be anything wrong with Qi Qianlu's dress at this time, and Qi Qianlu doesn't care about the eyes of those people below at all, and at this time Bucky held his hand, and his mind became blank.

And this wedding has only just begun.

……

Outside the King's Castle, in the barracks leading to the dungeon.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, bottles were piled up all over the table, and four or five drunken guards sat in their chairs, snoring profusely.

The door of the barracks was quietly pushed open, and the candles on the table, which were about to bottom, were suddenly blown out by the breeze brought up by the door, and the stone wall that had been faintly reflected in the candlelight suddenly became dim.

A guard who had fallen asleep with his neck on his back suddenly shook his nerves, looked around in a daze, and did not know what was happening, only to feel a huge force in the back of his head, and a wave of dizziness came from his brain, and then he hung his head unconsciously.

Several figures who had already rushed in also struck heavily on the back of the heads of the other soldiers, making sure that all the soldiers in the barracks had fainted before looking at the leader.

"Bring all the keys to them."

Doyle looked at the guards, who had managed to stuff some money for a certain restaurant cook who was in charge of the soldiers' meals yesterday, and brought a basket of high-alcohol rice wine along with the food.

Sure enough, the guards drank all the uninvited rice wine with great interest, as expected, and the result was that the barracks guards became like tissue paper that could be torn at the slightest poke.

However, some of the guards were also mobilized to maintain the order of the wedding, otherwise even if Doyle could successfully break in, it would definitely not be such a peaceful situation, but it was very likely to cause a strong commotion, and it would become very troublesome at that time.

The timing is just right.

"Captain." Several of Doyle's right-hand men searched for a circle of keys on the guards and surrounded them again.

"Very well, let's go down." A smile crossed Doyle's face.

After trying all the keys in the key ring in his hand, he found the right key and finally opened the iron door of the underground passage.

Doyle and his party slowly walked towards the dim, damp underground.

There were not many prisoners in the cells, and there was almost one prisoner in prison uniform in each cell, but the faces and spirits of the prisoners were not very good, and all of them were scarred, and it seemed that they had been subjected to a lot of abuse and punishment.

There weren't many guards patrolling the dungeon, only a few of them, and before they could speak, they were knocked to the ground by the quick-eyed cadres of the Silver Wing Pirates.

Doyle walked forward, looking left and right, the dungeon was not as tight as expected, and there were no surveillance phone bugs in the corners that could convey instant information, which made Doyle breathe a sigh of relief.

If there were no spy on phone bugs, things wouldn't be so troublesome.

"Hey, help me!!"

At first, the prisoners looked at Doyle and his party with a numb expression, but after several cadres of the Silver Wing Pirates subdued the guards, they finally sensed that something was wrong, and quickly got up, their hands full of green tendons like earthworms crawling on the grille and shaking constantly, and the cuffs on their wrists kept ringing "clanging" sounds.

Burst!

Doyle's silver-white cane spun around in the air like a trick, only to see a flash of silver light, and a cold light fell impartially on the neck of the prisoner closest to him who was leaning on the grille, and then the palm of the hand flipped ninety degrees, and a head instantly flew out of the neck, and the corpse that spurted out blood like a spring of water collapsed weakly to the ground, leaving only one finger still instinctively spasming slightly.

Doyle, who didn't know when he had retracted his silver-white sword in his cane, and there was not the slightest trace of blood on his body, he turned his head to scan the stunned prisoners in the rest of the cells, but he didn't dare to make any more noise, and a friendly smile hung on his face, "Don't trouble me. ”

The prisoners swallowed their saliva with a big change in their faces, and carefully held the chains in their hands, where did they dare to make a big move, although they would be abused by the jailers from time to time, but at least they could survive in secret, but if they angered the man in front of him who pulled out a knife and killed people without saying a word, it would be their own life!!

That's what Doyle needed, and he stepped forward and continued to walk deeper into the dungeon.

Walking all the way to the depths of the dungeon, Tink and Jas and their men were not seen, and Doyle descended the stairs to the next level of the dungeon.

After reaching the next dungeon, the surrounding environment became noticeably quieter, and the faint candlelight illuminated the empty cell, and after a few steps inside, I finally saw some figures...... and Tink and Jas in the water prison.