"I've seen you too, Moussasse Perez."

Reka was startled by the abrupt opening, and he leaned over to Oreo to look, but there was still no one behind the glass.

"On July 14, 208, the last Tutan canon of the Ikra Empire, you awarded me a medal." Gazing at the empty room, Oreo continued, "Yes, Augustus Plaver is dead. ”

Seeing who Oreo was talking to, Reka's eyes widened, he glanced at Oreo, and then quickly ran to the door and took out the inspection notebook.

Room 1 was occupied by Moussasse Peres, the seventeenth Tutan Pope of Okasim, and the only thing that Mr. Ivan Bedford did in his rebellion was to arrest him.

The last time the patrolling guards made their rounds was two hours ago, when Moussasse was sleeping, and now he is gone.

Or maybe he's invisible.

Oreo was still muttering to himself.

"Yes, I did some bad things, but people do bad things, like me and you."

"Are you cursing me?"

Oreo chuckled as he pulled the black gospel out of his arms. "By the way, I've also learned a little bit of black magic, the blessing of the Tozerta Barrier, and these resentful spirits will be mine."

After saying that, he opened the black gospel, and as the pages turned to a certain moment, the air surged violently, rushing left and right over the book like a wild beast, and the air was visibly polluted with the naked eye, and drops of black mist seeped out from the walls, like black blood squeezed out by someone.

The black stream eventually converged and fell into the black gospel, the black ink falling into the book, on which dry bones were written. Reka glanced at it, only to feel a pain in his head.

"Alright."

Closing the book with a snap, Oreo turned to his head and said, "Two things have been solved for you, one is the resentful spirits, and the other is the prison escape of Mr. Moussazé Perez, it seems that he has only just mastered the dark arts." By the way, there's good news, you don't have to bring him food. ”

Oreo paused, and said solemnly.

"Don't."

Even after boasting of the big scene, Reka's throat was dry, and he pointed to Prison I.

He ...... What the hell is going on. ”

"Mr. Moussasseir is an astrologer, and he is surrounded by Zelta tablets that suppress the light element, he can't cast spells to escape from here, but after becoming an undead, it's different, he can completely give up his body."

Oreo glanced at his pocket watch, and it was almost dawn.

He patted Reka on the shoulder.

"Director Reka, I have a lot to gain today, thank you."

Reka was flattered, and he squeezed out a smile.

"After the court, I will go and tell Your Majesty that you are in Turin."

"Don't be in a hurry for a while, you can tell her in the afternoon or evening, because I have to rest during the day."

The conversation and footsteps of the two men quickly faded away, and Caron slowly crouched down, curiously looking inside the room.

In the glass, as if the floor of the room was rotating, the cashmere carpet suddenly tilted, dividing the whole room into two parts, the left and right, one was the original carpet.

Then the desk and sofa twisted, and the dyes on the surface of the furniture seemed to have been stripped away, and they were drawn in Caron's eyes as arcane lines.

"Key, go get the key."

A demagogic voice rang out in Cuaron's heart, his multicolored pupils trembling rapidly, and finally calming down.

Seeing this scene, a casual laugh came from inside the prison.

Cuarón stood up slowly, then snapped the window shut.

"Your Excellency Moussasse Perez, your illusion skills are quite good, but they are a little worse than the young master. By the way, one more thing I have to remind you is that after becoming an undead, you have a long time to savor the pain. ”

He admired it heartily, and then closed the other two windows one by one.

......

It was already dawn, and just as Reka had said, when he looked up, the fog at the top of the valley was slightly white, but the bottom was still shrouded in black fog.

Oreo and Reka stood side by side at the prison gate, and Caron went out of the valley to catch the carriage.

"Where did those people hit?"

"I don't know exactly what the situation is, but Turin has been quite peaceful these days." Reka scratched his head, "I heard a few days ago that the East Ikra people stopped in Pinto City, and then the Venada people also stopped. ”

"Oh." Oreo said nonchalantly, "Pinto is about to break, and Turin won't be able to hold out for long." ”

Reka frowned.

“...... Why? ”

"If I were them, I would do it."

Oreo didn't explain, just replied briefly.

The carriage was driven over, and the two horses pulling it were not as restless as they had been a few days before, and it seemed that the valley was indeed normal.

Boarding the carriage, Oreo stared straight at Reka, who felt as if he was looking for something to talk about.

"I see Angelyl back to normal?"

"The added Vinada steel arm."

Oreo didn't seem to mean to make small talk, he turned his head and leaned against the wall of the car.

Reka breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the curtain in the corner. The road to Prison No. 4 was not renovated, and the old and new roads met at a certain intersection, and the rolling sound of the ruts immediately changed tone.

"Turin ......"

Reka turned his head to say something, and he quickly opened his mouth wide, there was at least enough to stuff an apple in it.

"You, you, you, you......"

He is a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, Reka always boasts of this, but seeing the man in front of him melt like a candle, and his head made of white bones hanging in the air against his top hat, Reka still can't hold back.

He held his hands on the seat, and the whole person curled up in the chair, his ass had squeezed out of the window, and it only took one movement to escape the terrible carriage.

The skeleton lifted Erlang's legs, pulled two eyeballs out of his pocket and stuffed them into his sockets, and finally put on the human skin mask.

"Hoo ......"

Looking at the flat-headed man opposite, Reka said weakly.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Sheriff Reika doesn't need to be nervous."

Caron's voice floated from the front, "Young Master is a human at night and a ghost during the day. ”

"People at night, ghosts by day."

Reka muttered, he suddenly remembered something, and rubbed his hands together.

"That...... Your Excellency Plavel, I have bad news for you, Your Majesty is a man by day and a dragon by night, and I wonder how you can make out of it......"

“......”

The skeleton on the other side froze, and he said in Cuaron's mouth.

"Dusk, at dusk, Artifa hadn't yet become a dragon, and by that time I was already alive."

Reka continued to rub her hands.

"There's a question I'd like to ask...... Is there enough time? ”

The skeleton nodded firmly.

"Enough."

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