"It's been almost three days." Wu Hao, who was sitting on the stone bed of the cramped dark and cold prison, raised his head and looked around at the space of less than ten square meters for a moment, sighed silently in the faint light of the sunset shining from the palm-sized window on the top of the iron door, and picked up a stack of pieces of paper written in front of him full of delicate handwriting and continued to check.

Demytia slept on his side, her thin body curled up and trembling slightly.

From being imprisoned to the present, the two have not seen anyone except for the soldiers who regularly deliver meals twice a day, and under extreme boredom and mental pressure, Wu Hao asked the soldiers to bring pen and paper, and took advantage of this period of time to start learning the common language of the human kingdom in the world of Azeroth.

Language and writing are the hallmarks of the civilization of each population.

Perhaps because of the relationship between the soul passing through the indigenous body, Wu Hao has no obstacle to the communication of human language unique to this world, and according to the conversation with the veteran Harpy during the orphan camp, he also knew that on the night he just crossed, the roar from the rear that he could understand was actually the language of the orcs.

"That's a golden finger, right?" Wu Hao judged.

But being able to understand and communicate verbally is one thing, and being able to write is another.

Azeroth is a realistic version of the magical medieval world, 99% of the common people are illiterate, it is not easy to travel every day to make a living, it is naturally impossible to have extra money and energy to learn culture, only the aristocracy can systematically master the knowledge of writing and reading written records.

Demitea was born into an aristocratic family, and naturally studied in this area.

Inexplicably framed as a disguised demon, not being killed on the spot can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, and now being imprisoned here I don't know how long it will take to have a result, Wu Hao, who cherishes time very much, gave birth to the idea of letting Demithia teach himself to learn words, so he has these things in his hand now.

The writing of the human race of Azeroth is not difficult.

These words are very similar to the English of the Earth Kingdom in the previous life, but there are a certain degree of differences, for Wu Hao to get started very quickly, it only takes half a day to familiarize himself with the basic characters, and the rest only need to memorize by rote to deepen his memory, until it is only a matter of time before he completely masters human characters.

There should be a lot of time, right?

Wu Hao guessed.

The original plan to attract the attention of the upper echelons of the army has been completed, but he didn't expect that he actually has all the abilities of the four professions that have appeared at present, which is completely unexpected by Wu Hao, and it has further led to the detention of what is considered to be a disguised demon, which completely disrupts Wu Hao's plan for the future.

"It's good to be able to save my life now." Wu Hao was depressed in his heart, and turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

Now Wu Hao is very sure that the little girl who is imprisoned with him is definitely the Sage of the Scarlet Crusader in the future, if there is no appearance of his own, then Demetia, who also has the talent of a priest, will definitely have a very good future after the professional test, maybe he will not be able to escape the doom of dying in battle after many years, but he will also have a long and beautiful time.

A faint sense of guilt appeared in Wu Hao's heart.

Originally, for the followers who were also orphans, Wu Hao was just in the spirit of exploitation, so after he was identified as a disguised demon, the performance of those followers who scattered in a hurry was not surprising to Wu Hao, as an adult with a heart, he would not feel betrayed and lost, but it was just a tree falling and scattering.

Who knew that Demitia did not leave, and became a prisoner together as an 'accomplice'.

Before being escorted to the cell again, Wu Hao noticed that there was no same house around, which means that this prison looked very ordinary, but it had a special function in a certain aspect that he didn't understand, otherwise if he was really a demon, a small prison would definitely not be able to restrain the demon.

The abnormality not long ago corrected Wu Hao's speculation.

Just a few hours ago, Wu Hao was studying under the guidance of Demytia, and suddenly some kind of inexplicable pressure appeared, making the two of them seem to be held by an invisible big hand, this strange feeling lasted for dozens of seconds before dissipating, but it made Wu Hao's physical strength consume most of it, and Demytia fainted directly.

Shaking his head and shaking off the thoughts in his mind, Wu Hao pulled up the thin quilt covering the little girl.

Demitea, who had been asleep for several hours, woke up under Wu Hao's movements, and just opened her eyes to see Wu Hao's face, and the little girl suddenly blushed under the eyes of the two, and struggled to sit up weakly, wanting to say something and feeling very embarrassed.

After being in the same room for so long, Wu Hao naturally knew what the little girl meant.

Nodding and jumping out of bed and standing up, Wu Hao walked to the iron door of the room, looked outside very intently, and the sound of Demitia squirming behind him shook for a while, and after waiting for a while, the sound of water flowing similar to raising the kettle and pouring tea into the cup sounded, which lasted for more than ten seconds before stopping.

"Well... All right—" Demytia's voice rang out, barely audible.

Wu Hao turned around and looked at the little girl who was too ashamed to raise her head, and sat down again when nothing had happened.

A distinct smell of urine permeates the small space.

The two were imprisoned together, and in such a small space, this is not the adventurer in the game who eats and drinks casually, there are wooden barrels prepared for prisoners in the prison room, and there is no good treatment for the prisoners and soldiers, so it can only be solved in such an embarrassing way, which makes Demithia and Wu Hao feel very embarrassed.

"Demytia, are you afraid?" After being silent for a while, Wu Hao took the initiative to break the embarrassing situation and chatted.

"Scared? A little. The little girl was still a little shy, and lowered her head and responded: "I'm afraid that those people will treat you, William..."

"No, I'm not talking about that." Wu Hao interrupted Demytia's answer, thought for a moment, and then asked again, "Just like that mage said, aren't you afraid that I'm really a demon?" ”

Maybe it's because he hasn't really seen a demon, or maybe it's because he has great trust in Wu Hao, Demitian, who heard Wu Hao's words, raised his head and thought about it seriously, then stared at Wu Hao with his big eyes and said word by word: "William, don't talk nonsense, you can't be a demon, even if you are me..."

Click...

Heavy footsteps interrupted Demytia's words, and almost three seconds later, the iron door opened with a piercing grinding sound, and a burly soldier with armor wrapped in armor walked in, and said directly to Wu Hao without looking at Demytia: "Little thing, you come with me." ”

Demithia shook suddenly, grabbed Wu Hao's arm with both hands, and had a frightened look on his face.

On the contrary, Wu Hao's heart was relieved, although the attitude of the soldiers was very unfriendly, the meaning of their behavior was obvious, there may be criminals who are openly executed in this world, but the army will not come to this set, if you really feel that you are a demon, you can starve the two of them to death just by starving, not to mention using methods such as arson and magic to directly bombard.

"It's okay, I'll go and go back." Wu Hao gently patted Demitea's hand.

But the little girl may have been overly frightened, and shook her head desperately but did not let go.

"Don't bother!" The soldier had no patience, he stepped forward and grabbed Demytia's arm and squeezed it, and the little girl who was in pain screamed and fell on the stone bed and couldn't get up, Wu Hao, who witnessed this scene, frowned, but did not react violently, and took the lead out of the cell without waiting for the soldier to speak again.

Bang!

The iron door slammed shut behind him, and Demytia heard a faint cry.

Suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart, Wu Hao strode forward with the soldiers in silence, and soon came to a barracks hundreds of square meters wide, with wooden barrels filled with clean water in the room, and rows of brackets erected, separated by half-human high wooden planks into semi-open cubicles, like a bathhouse in another world.

"Take a shower, change clothes." The soldier sulked: "You have five minutes." ”

After saying this, the soldier remained motionless, and did not look ready to leave.

As Wu Hao, who was born in the 80s, he also took a bath in a public bathhouse when he was a child, but there is no embarrassing situation, but it feels strange and uncomfortable to be watched by people all the way to take a bath, and since the rebirth, there are no such conditions for bathing in the orphan camp, and every time he sweats profusely after exercising, he can only wipe things with a wet towel.

Within a few minutes of his neat movements, Wu Hao finished all the work.

Putting on the clothes prepared on the side, the soldier took Wu Hao and walked for more than ten minutes, and came to a road more than ten meters long at the edge of the barracks, and from a distance, you could see a middle-aged man in a heavy priest's robe, sitting in an open carriage driven by two sergeants, looking down at a thick and wide book in his hand.

"Sir." The soldier walked to the carriage and saluted: "The person has brought." ”

"Oh? Very good" The middle-aged priest motioned for the soldiers to leave, turned his head to Wu Hao and smiled: "The little guy is still full of energy." ”

The texture of the newly changed cloth clothes is soft, not at all as rough as woolen clothes, and it is very comfortable to wear, and a few needle embroideries on the neckline, cuffs and chest of the clothes are just ordinary in terms of the delicacy of the clothes, but because of Wu Hao's slightly childish but very handsome cold face of a European and American teenager, it shows an aristocratic atmosphere.

"William, right?" The middle-aged pastor beckoned: "Get in the car." ”

Wu Hao jumped into the carriage without saying a word, the two sergeants who drove did not need to explain and pulled up the reins and shook it, the horses in front of the carriage ran forward, pulled the carriage along the avenue quickly, and after a while, they drove out of the barracks, ran towards the hilly area to the east, and entered a dense forest in less than ten minutes, and the sound of the wheels rolling and the horse's hooves running made the hare and wild birds appear and quickly run away from time to time along the road.