The interrogation room is located at the lowest level of the underground level, which is the wettest area, and outside the door of the interrogation room, a gray stone staircase gracefully turns upwards to the penultimate floor of the underground area.

Charles didn't know exactly how many floors the tower's underground area was, because he had been knocked unconscious before he was brought in, and he was already in the interrogation room when he woke up, so he didn't know exactly how many guards there were, so he was very careful when attacking the two interrogators just now, lest they make a big noise.

But in fact, no matter how careful you are, you still can't avoid making a movement, at least, the guy who whipped himself roared before attacking!

"Thankfully, the stone walls are thick." Walking cautiously upward, Charles was glad to have it.

The sound of that voice is not light, in a normal environment, it must have been heard, and judging from the lack of sound in the head, it seems that the above did not perceive it?

"Or simply no one?"

The thought was shattered as soon as it appeared, and he faintly heard a passage in his ears.

Due to the lack of knowledge of the Vislot lingua franca spoken by these people, and the fact that the words were distant and hazy, Charles did not know exactly what he was saying, but it was enough to prove that someone was on his head.

He was more careful because of this, and kept his eye on the bone rack that followed him out of the corner of his eye, lest it make a noise.

However, compared to him, there were no shoes under his feet, and the sound of the hard bones colliding with the stone stairs was unavoidable, and the crisp collision sound after sound seemed to hit the young man's heart every time, making him involuntarily more and more frightened.

Luckily, he didn't make any unusual movement until he reached the last stretch of the stairs to rest.

At this time, he only had to look up slightly, he could see the edge of the stairs and the previous floor, and the faint sound of conversation was much clearer here, Charles pricked up his ears and paused carefully for a moment, most of the words could not be understood, but the few who understood could basically guess the current situation.

"Interrogation...... Killing...... Don't worry about ......."

"Wet...... Treason...... Northern Army...... Implicate us ......"

……

"They think the noise downstairs is that the interrogators are abusing me?" Hiding in the shadow of the stone wall of the staircase, Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

Listening to the sound alone, there seemed to be only two people on it, and it was uncertain if it would be too large to hear the sound from other locations, so Charles was ready to get closer.

"Stay here and wait for me." Turning his head and whispering to the skull hidden in the darkness by the wall, Charles climbed up with confidence after seeing its mouth open and close in response.

Yes, climbing, for fear of accidentally making a noise, he landed on all fours very cautiously, and climbed up the stairs slowly and gently, looking like a big cat.

Thankfully, the last stretch wasn't long, and after a minute or two, he was at the top.

Hidden under the stairs, I peeked out to see a dark corridor with gray and black wooden doors on either side, and a stone staircase leading to the upper floors at the end of the corridor.

In the inner part of the corridor, two guards in brown leather armor sat at a round table and talked softly, glancing at a cell door from time to time.

A piece of information drifted by.

[Two heavily armed guards who seem to be guarding an important prisoner, you may not be able to beat them]

"Just two people?" After a few careful glances, no other guards were found, which made Charles feel somewhat relaxed, but then tensed up again.

Although the hint was quite demoralizing, he didn't think that he would definitely lose against these two people.

This is not to say that his own combat strength is better than those two, Charles relies on the bone frame in the back.

What is the first reaction of a normal person when they see this terrifying creature?

Except for some particularly bold guys, it is estimated that the only thing that can be thought of is to escape. And as long as they show their backs, then the Charr have a high chance of winning.

But he wasn't careless.

What if I can't win?

What if the enemy isn't afraid of skeletons, or is used to it?

Charles has limited knowledge of this world, so who knows if there is a similar spell in this place?

In terms of appearance, the skeleton soldier resurrected from the skeleton is just the combat power of an ordinary adult.

This is one thing, and the other point is, if they can win those two guards, can they stop them from warning in time?

Although he did not see any warnings, Charles did not think that such a prison would be unprepared.

I just didn't notice it.

"So you can only outwit, not force." Secretly finalizing the course of action, Charles thought about it, turned around and walked downstairs again.

So not long after, a puff of smoke quietly appeared.

The smoke billowed out of the interrogation room and up the stairs, unnoticed by the two guards until one of them shrugged his nose and turned his head to see smoke coming out of the other side of the hallway.

"Is there a situation?" The two looked at each other

"Is there anyone else in the interrogation room other than Will and the two guys?"

"It seems like there was only one prisoner being carried in with a tight tie."

So the two relaxed slightly, and then were full of doubts, "So what is?" ”

Stepping to the top of the stairs, looking down, I couldn't see anything except smoke, "It's still burning?" The two of them were a little flustered, and were about to turn back to call someone upstairs, when a dull voice came faintly from the bottom of the building.

"Come and help!"

"Do you need to call someone down?" One of them offered loudly, and he was somewhat relieved to hear a voice coming from inside.

"The smoke is big, the fire is small, four people are enough!"

The voice replied, and the two of them had no time to think about it, and hurried down.

And then it never came up again.

After a while, Charles's figure covered his mouth with wet clothes sprang out, coughing incessantly, and his eyes were choked with tears.

"How is that shitty rotten piece of furniture so easy? Still emitting such a big smoke? ”

The curses continued, but Charles didn't expect anyone to answer him, and he slammed out of the smoke, the skulls behind him grinning and sneering, as if mocking him silently.

Charles has a vague connection to the skeleton, and some of his orders are carried out as a result, but this does not mean that Charles has full control over the skeleton, and is more of an obedient soldier than a mage's manipulator.

Charles wondered if the Bone Resurrection spell had incorporated the souls of the dead into the skeleton, otherwise why would this guy always exhibit all sorts of expressions that were no different from those of the living?

He didn't think it was a muscular instinct or anything like that—skulls had no muscles.

……

Charles was unfamiliar with the place, but his purpose when he came to the second basement level was clear.

He had noticed that the two guards were always looking at a certain cell from time to time when he was secretly observing, so in line with the principle that the enemy of his enemy is a friend, he did not break up again after coming out, but prepared to find an ally for himself.

In other words, he didn't know anything about this place, and he wanted to find someone to lead the way; Otherwise, the chance of escaping is very low.

Every cell on either side of the corridor was locked with locks, but it didn't bother Charles, who had already searched the two men who had been killed by himself below, and found some silver carved deerhead coins, and the keys naturally fell into his hands.

The black iron key was pointed at the hollow, and with a click, the lock opened, and then with a gentle push, the heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open.

A dark, windowless stone cell with no light but the light of the torches coming in from his feet.

The cell was pitch black, with no furniture except for a dirty pile of straw in the innermost corner.

A middle-aged man in brown leather armor with brown and messy hair was hunched on top of a straw pile. He was not asleep, so that the sudden light made him very uncomfortable, and now he was raising his hand to block it, so as not to irritate his eyes.

"Who?" His voice was weak and deep, and with his physique, which should have been burly and strong, but which had been in prison for a long time, gave people the overall feeling of a weak brown bear.

A hint crossed his eyes.

[A medieval nobleman who seemed to have some status, he was wounded in the leg; He doesn't seem to have eaten in a long time]