There was a faint smell of rosemary and firewood in his nose, and Dai Lan woke up slowly, with pain all over his body, and he gasped slightly, driving his ribs to hurt.

He was dizzy and nervous, as if he had drunk three bowls and was not working.

"Mr. Dai Lan, wake up, I can't hold on anymore!" Murray's mind came to mind. The housekeeper's anxious voice, "You have incomplete cerebral blood supply now, and there is a serious backlog of oxygen to supply me, and I, an old man, are almost out of breath!" ”

Dai Lan opened his eyes suddenly, and he was wearing a big mouth.

The intense oil lights around him lit up like day, and he had to squint.

There was a lot of loose firewood and grass on his cheeks, like small insects crawling, which made the skin on Dai Lan's face very itchy, and he wanted to quickly pat off the weeds.

"Dang!"

There was a muffled sound of iron striking, and at the same time, the muscles and bones at the wrist were tight, and Dai Lan realized at this time that he was locked by two jet-black iron chains with a diameter of 5 centimeters.

He was stunned in his heart, looking back and forth at the environment he was in.

By the light of the pine oil lamp, it is clear at a glance.

It was surrounded by blue-gray stone walls, one of which was inlaid with a heavy iron door, and a small square window opened on it, but it was blocked by a two-finger-thick iron railing. At the bottom of this iron gate, there is still a rectangular vacancy, which is obviously a place to pass things inside and outside.

On the floor inside the house, a thick layer of golden soft grass was spread, and there were some small flowers that could not be named.

On the ground sat a burly man with blond hair, just disheveled. Dressed in a teal burlap garment.

Under the two opposite walls, two single beds were built with thick rocks, both with several layers of bedding, and Dai Lan was lying comfortably on them at this moment.

Opposite the iron door, there is a yellow wood coffee table, on which there are some fresh fruits and a European-style silver incense burner, which is still curling from the smoke, and it is estimated that the smell of rosemary is emitted by it.

Dai Lan pursed his lips, rubbed his hands vigorously, and scolded: "This. He. Mother. It's a prison! ”

Hearing Dai Lan's shout, the man jerked his head up and met Dai Lan's eyes.

"Well, how about you, James!"

Dai Lan immediately recognized that sitting across from him was Miss Emily, the captain of the knight's guard, James, the Punishment Knight.

James smiled wryly, extremely depressed. He shook his head at the young man in front of him, then lowered his head and said nothing.

Dai Lan shrugged his shoulders, he really couldn't figure out the situation.

Although the bed was soft and had a pleasant aroma, it was not always pleasant to be locked in a small cell with torture instruments locked in your hands.

Dai Lan wanted to ask Murray. Butler, what the hell is going on, but he doesn't want James to hear their conversation.

Because, in this sinister era, no one can know that Dai Lan has a future steward in his head, and that will cause him great trouble.

Nor can anyone understand the purpose of his trip: Bruno in Bristol!

When Dai Lan was embarrassed, a few words came to his ears: "Mr. Dai Lan, we must assess the current environment and situation. I had a very bad feeling that something terrible was about to happen. ”

Hearing this, Dai Lan shuddered, and scanned the inside of the cell left and right.

He was not very surprised at the specific content of what was said, and he arrived to his surprise that the words turned out to be standard Chinese Chinese, although the accent was very unauthentic, with a strong British pronunciation.

It was determined that there were only two people in this cell, him and James, and those words were definitely not spoken by James, and Dai Lan could only believe that they were from Murray. The butler's mouth.

"Do you know Chinese?!"

"Yes, Mr. Dailan." Murray replied in the affirmative, and his tone was as respectful as ever, "A few years ago, Steven. From the moment the Lord of the Golden Alliance chose you as the candidate to return to the Middle Ages and appointed me as your butler, I was learning Chinese Chinese on my own. ”

Dai Lan nodded and said in Huaxia, "Very good, this is very good." ”

"However, your Chinese Chinese is too difficult, especially for a sixty-year-old man like me." Murray sighed, "The grammatical structure is too far from English. Also, I don't understand that you have hundreds of measure words, and you can't get them right yet. ”

Next, the old man complained angrily: "A horse, a car, a road, a dog, a gun......"

“SHUT－UP!” Dai Lan was about to collapse, and immediately stopped the stubborn old Scottish man from reciting the three-character scripture.

James Knight, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the Oriental young man opposite in surprise, only to see that he knew English and Oriental languages, and had no idea what he was talking to himself.

Dayan ignored James and continued to talk to Murray. The housekeeper said, "Let's not discuss the scope of language first, but tell me what this prison is all about?" ”

It seems that Murray was tortured by Huaxia language, let out a long breath, and said: "Things are a bit inexplicable, and I don't really understand the problem." ”

Murray. The butler recounted what happened after Dai Lan fell into a coma.

It turns out that this medium-sized primeval forest belongs to the confines of Dundee City. In the city, there are two large family forces, one is the Robertson family, which is famous for striking iron and forging swords. The other is the distant relatives of the English royal family, the Germanic royal family, and the Jacob family, whose main business is pharmaceuticals.

The two forces have been fighting openly and secretly for more than 100 years, and they have won and lost each other. Of course, on the surface, the owners of this city are still the city lords and magistrates appointed by Charlemagne, the current king of England.

The Robertson family spies were in every corner of Dundee, so much so that as soon as the black-robed mages and knights in the forest clashed, the family elders knew about the situation. Immediately by Emily's father, the Knight of Glory Jonad. Robertson leads the rescue team.

The black-robed mage was strongly resisted by Dai Lan and James, and was seriously injured. After he escaped, Emily. Most of the Robertson family also arrived.

Father Jonad picked up Emily, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and burst into tears. After he carefully examined his daughter's injuries, his face became even more gloomy.

Emily's chief of guard, James Knight, was then taken back to the castle's interrogation room, where he was carefully interrogated about what had happened.

Later, bad news came. Miss Emily was so poisoned that she remained unconscious, and some of Dundee's most famous physicians were helpless.

In fact, I can't complain about them, ordinary Jianghu Langzhong, there will be no way to crack the magic under the mage. In the entire history of Dundee, there has not been a single magician, not even the lowest apprentice magician!

The housekeeper, Emily's father, Lord Earl Jonad, knew a few apprentice magicians, but they all lived in Glasgow, the largest city in the north, a full ten days round trip from here. Miss Emily can delay that long, it's not certain.

Count Jonad let out the wind that if Emily had three long and two short, she would need a lot of people to accompany her to the funeral.

Subsequently, James Knight and Dai Lan were imprisoned in this small family prison. Prison.

After all, James and Dai Lan tried to save the eldest lady, and James is also a knight, so the place where they are now being held is this prison. In the top cell of the prison, the two of them did not suffer any flesh and skin.

Murray. The butler had just finished introducing his previous experience in Dai Lan's mind, when two heavy knocks suddenly came from the heavy iron door.

Immediately after that, the small opening under the iron door slowly handed in a piece of beige plaid paper and an ink-stained quill.

Seeing this, the corners of James' mouth twitched twice unconsciously, and a look of unwillingness appeared on his face.