Feeling safe for the time being, everyone turned their attention to the corner surrounded by the warden, and they were eager to know who had such a "face" that could be arrested by the warden of Basra Prison himself. Normally, it was the Imperial War Department that arrested the prisoners and then transferred them to Basra Prison, which was not under the control of the Military Department.

"That direction is...... Uncle Vincent, those wardens are not going for Alfie?" asked Celant, worried. He seemed to understand a little bit as to why Vincent had just used such a lame reason to separate them.

If Alfie is indeed captured by the warden of Basra prison, then it can only be hoped that Selent, who is not implicated, will find a way to get him out.

"Now you should understand my good intentions?" Vincent put a hand on Selent's shoulder to prevent him from doing irrational things on the spur of the moment, and at the same time did not forget to advise: "Don't act rashly, in the current situation, only if you remain free, you will have a chance to rescue Alfie in the future." ”

"Uncle Vincent, don't worry. I know what I have to do!" Celant's calm answer stunned Vincent, he didn't expect that Celent had grown to this point, and he could instantly recognize the seriousness of the matter, prioritize it, and make the most reasonable choice.

In fact, Celent was also quite helpless, the warden of Basra prison has long been notorious, no one knows what the strength of these warden is, only that no matter how fierce the criminal, no one can escape from the Basra prison under the guard of the warden. This mysterious force, which has been established since the beginning of the empire, is not affiliated with any institution and is accountable to the emperor alone. They seem to have a mysterious combined battle array that claims to be able to trap anyone beneath the Demon Gold Sanctuary.

On the one hand, Celent had just advanced to the Sanctuary and was not sure that he would be able to save Alfie from a hundred Wardens, and on the other hand, no one could tell that the Warden had found Alfie to his detriment, so it was the best choice to wait and see what happened when the situation was unclear.

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"Alfi Inoch, male, bard, fifteen years old. -Pat stood in front of Alfie with a stiff face, confirming his identity on a businesslike basis. The hundred wardens around him had already surrounded Alfie, not to mention that he was just a bard with no combat power, even if a Sanctuary powerhouse saw such a posture, he would have a feeling that he could not escape.

"What are you doing here, Lord Pat?" asked Alfie, her eyes narrowing dangerously, as she feigned puzzlement.

"Mr. Elfi, on behalf of the Imperial War Department, I announce that you have been arrested. Pat declared hard.

"Oh, what about the charges?" Alfi raised his eyebrows, not surprised by Pat's words, in fact, when Pat appeared with the warden, Alfie had a strong premonition that it was coming at him.

"You are suspected of assassinating His Majesty the Emperor!" Pat snapped in a fierce voice.

"It's funny! Less than five minutes after Rey III's assassination, you're sure I'm a suspect? Not long from Basra, the prison commander has also been transferred!When did the Imperial War Department become so efficient?" Alfie sneered.

It is well known that Basra Prison is located in a secret location thousands of miles north of the empire, and it is not possible to get there overnight. It was clear that the Empire had long been planning for Alfie, and even if Rey III had not been assassinated, they would have found other excuses to arrest him.

"Mr. Elfi, please don't make it difficult for me. A subtle look of panic flashed across Pat's calm face, and he knew in his heart that this reason was a bit absurd, but it was a death order from the marshal himself, and in any case Alfie must be kept under control to prevent him from influencing the next series of actions of the military department—although Pat himself did not know what to do next, he still faithfully carried out the marshal's order.

"So what do you mean by adding to your sin?" asked Alfie, seizing the opportunity.

"Please believe that the Imperial War Department will not suspect you for no reason. Pat replied with a forced composure. After all, in full view of everyone, the arrest of Alfie on trumped-up charges would undoubtedly deal a huge blow to the prestige of the Imperial Military Department.

"And in front of so many people, can you tell us why you are suspicious?" Alfie refused to bow her head in the slightest, even in the face of a hundred notorious wardens.

"The reason is very simple, I believe that everyone present heard what the Lost Sword Saint said, that is, the fragments of the Soul Blade used by Chek to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor. We have enough evidence that the Soul Blade is on you. Pat had obviously done his homework to capture Alfie, and cleverly used a sentence from Ophelas to put the black cauldron on Alfie's head.

In the face of Pat's eagerness, Alfie looked the young officer up and down again in surprise, Pat's words undoubtedly hit Alfie's soft underbelly, he couldn't stab the soul blade in Selent's hand in order to escape. Not only would he not be able to get out, but he would also drag Serent, who had been arranged by Vincent, to get out of the way.

Alfie gave a thumbs up to Pat and praised, "Whether or not you have planned this a long time ago, I have to praise you for this eagerness, and I have to praise 'there is a set'!"

"Since you have no other opinions, then please. Rest assured, the Imperial War Department will not do anything to you until sufficient evidence is obtained. Pat saw that Alfie had the intention of giving in, and hurriedly reassured.

"The Imperial War Department didn't plan to do anything, but the warden of Basra Prison didn't think so. Alfie sneered.

Pat's face was embarrassed, and he could only pretend not to hear, Alfie was right, Basra Prison was not under the command of the Imperial Military Department, and the hundred wardens seemed to obey his command at this time, completely because it was on the territory of the Imperial Military Department, and they only gave a little face.

Pat had no doubt that if he didn't do his job, the wardens would definitely bypass him and go straight to the rude.

"Where are you going to take me now?, Basra Prison?" asked Alfie, reluctantly.

"No, I'm just asking you to go to the Imperial War Department for the time being. Pat replied immediately.

"Then I don't know what the purpose of these warden lords is here?" Alfie didn't believe Pat's nonsense.

"The wardens are only responsible for keeping you safe. Pat hinted very vaguely.

"Hehe, you really think highly of me. I'm just a bard, and I need a warden's chauffeur to guard me. Alfie scoffed.

"But you are the son of victory, and that status is not too much for a thousand wardens. Pat reminded without humility or arrogance.

"Then what are we waiting for? The sooner it is over, the sooner I can be declared innocent. Alfie glanced at Celent in the crowd and gave him a look of concern.

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