Allenby's eyes recalled the days when he used to stay in the Jade Disc of Creation, as well as his own time and space, back to the world hundreds of thousands of years ago, the feeling of floating endlessly in a dark and silent environment, and now he is just locked up in a small dark room, Alan only feels that his body and mind are peaceful, and he is enjoying this feeling......

The other party coincidentally used this kind of mental blow method, but it was right in Aaron's arms.

Time ticked and slipped quietly between his fingers, about a morning had passed, although darkness stretched out from the surroundings, but in this absolute silence, Allen's six senses were more keen, he could feel the rhythm of the walls, and the faint feeling of a little air blowing, it seemed that they still hadn't completely sealed this place, at least there were still vents.

In this environment, Alan is so leisurely and leisurely, not in a hurry at all.

He wasn't in a hurry, but the people outside the walls were in a hurry.

Allen is in an independent interrogation room, this is the Duke's palace used to detain repeat offenders, one of the favorite methods, whether it is a thief full of evil, or a murderous perverted maniac, they have all been defeated in this small black room, no matter how hard they were before, as long as they stay in it for three or two days, one by one's nerves will become extremely fragile, this trick is unpleasant.

Therefore, the people outside the walls are quite confident, because this little black house has never hidden its defeat since the beginning of its construction, and the people inside are the same, they are waiting, waiting for the person inside to cry for mercy and beg for mercy, and then what secrets can not be knocked out of his mouth.

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Time passed quickly, and in the flick of his fingers, it was evening, and the day was over, and the man standing outside the wall had been guarding the door except for the time of eating and going to the toilet, and the confident smile on his face remained unchanged, compared to the silence here, the conference hall of the Duke's Palace was not very pleasant at the moment.

"Bang!" the Duke slammed his fist on the chair, his face was full of anger, and he looked directly at the white cardinal with fierce eyes, and the white cardinal stood up from his chair in a panic, and said, "Lord Duke, don't be angry, beware of being angry!"

After the bishop finished speaking, his waist lowered even more, and he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What about the people, what about the people who say yes!" Another punch slammed on the table, the chess pieces had already spilled all over the ground, how could the duke still be in the mood to play chess now, judging from his expression, how angry he was at the moment, "Run, you white-clothed sect can't even catch a few people, and let them run away!

The bishop's head was lowered, he had nothing to refute, just now the white-clothed people brought the news, the four escaped on the road last night, and the consul of Harlem Town knew that he was derelict in his duties, and he had absconded in fear of crime at this moment, in fact, there was no crime at all, but he was afraid of the bishop's ruling and ran away.

After the Catholic Church received the news from the consul yesterday, but in front of the Duke, he praised Haikou, and the negotiations between the two sides also reached a consensus in an extremely smooth way, and the bishop was very happy, he seemed to have seen the moment when the territory of the White Religion occupied the territory of the whole country, so the old man was like him, and he was so excited last night that he did not close his eyes all night.

But the reality was like a bolt from the blue, they waited for the morning and did not wait for the consul, but in the afternoon they waited for the report of the white-clothed cultists in Harlem Town, the consul concealed from everyone in the church, and quietly left Harlem Town, while the other cultists were leaderless, and they were forced to choose to report to the bishop, and the bishop who learned the news was almost about to faint, and the duke's reaction was more irritable than theirs.

No one brought it, and all the previous negotiations were in vain, and the bishop's heart was cold.

"Lord Duke, please give me a little more time, this time I will go in person, and I will definitely bring people back for you!"

"No need!" the duke waved his hand, cold as ice, "you go, don't bother me again in the future!"

"But...... My lord, we have already talked about it......" The bishop was still making his last struggle, but the duke seemed to be heartbroken.

"I'll use my strength to look for it, seeing that you're still running around for things in the sect when you're so old, it's quite touching, so be it, I'll deal with the rest of the matter, in the previous treaty, I promised you the first two, just like that, you take your people away!" After speaking, the duke seemed to have drained all the strength of his body, and sat down in the chair gloomily, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, nothing more than this.

The bishop, knowing that there was no room for maneuver, said his farewell, and walked out with his crutches.

"Someone, send him down!" The subordinates on the side hurriedly walked to the bishop's side, supported him, and slowly left the place.

The footsteps outside the door became farther and farther away, and the seemingly decadent Duke's eyes became brighter and brighter, "Hmph, I finally sent this old fox away, since your people are useless, then this treasure is mine alone!"

In fact, when his guards secretly brought people back in the early hours of this morning, he was surprised at first and couldn't believe that the people of the White-clothed Sect would lose people, and the soldiers he sent to Harlem Town actually met that group of people dramatically, this is fate, damn it, he can't run away.

Therefore, the duke naturally had the idea of monopolizing the news, although the white-clothed religion is only a religion in the kingdom and has no real power, but their followers are too wide and can easily manipulate public opinion, so this person is very important, he must act this scene well, just now his expression is very vivid, and it is no different from an angry person.

He naturally became a victim, but the white cardinal could still bear his dereliction of duty, and when he was about to separate, he also felt that this was too inauthentic, so he temporarily exchanged two treaties for him, which made him owe himself a favor, isn't it beautiful?

"I just acted like it, right?" the duke looked unfinished, still immersed in his wonderful acting skills, and the butler on the side gave him a thumbs up, "It's too similar, worthy of the duke!"

"By the way, how was the interrogation going, did you pry the man's mouth open?"

"I haven't received a reply yet, but it should be happy, after so many years, Truss has never let you down,"

"That's right, then just wait, by the way, ask the kitchen to prepare the food, and when the Truns is done, ask him to have a good drink!"

"Okay, sir......" The butler bowed down and went to the back kitchen, but the Truss that the duke had spoken of had encountered a hard stubble.

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"What did you say?!, he fell asleep?" said Trynce, almost dropping his jaw in shock, to his subordinates.

Trus, the Duke of Atlanta's childhood friend, he was originally just a child of a servant's family, but he had fun with the Duke since he was a child, after Atlanta succeeded to the throne, he naturally became the duke's right-hand man, and he was also very competitive, he helped the Duke deal with a lot of things over the years, so his status is in full swing, and everyone in the Duke's Mansion knows that this man can't be messed with!

This is the first time in more than ten years that this kind of strange thing has happened, this time a total of four people have been arrested, except for a person who has always been unconscious, Trunce has found out his identity, Viscount Ricken, although it is only a small viscount, and has been stripped of the title, but after all, he was once a nobleman, although he gave him a single room, and now he is still locked inside.

And the remaining three, two men and one woman, Truns thinks he is a gentleman, so he never attacks women, and the remaining fat man, Truns almost scared the man into urine without intimidating two sentences, and the fat man is not on the wanted list, so there is no further interrogation.

So Alan naturally entered his line of sight, at first glance, he was a very handsome and sunny guy, about twenty years old, and he didn't even have a beard on his mouth, he was such a person, but Truns always felt that he was a little weird, as for where it was, he hadn't figured it out yet, so in order to get the answer as quickly as possible, he used his trick to press the bottom of the box - Guan Xiaoheiwu, this tried and tested trick in the past, but today there is a problem.

"Are you sure you're right?" Trunce still doesn't believe it.

The prison guard swallowed his saliva and said stubbornly: "There is absolutely nothing wrong with the humble position, and he seems to be sleeping comfortably, all ...... All snoring......"

"Go, turn on the light in the room, I'll see for myself," the guard scurried to turn on the light, and the wall of the little dark room was a tightly knit stone door, which had now been opened, and the light was lit inside, and Truss walked in.

The prison guards really didn't scold him, Alan just meditated quietly with his eyes closed at first, but the incomparably tormenting feeling of suppression in the eyes of outsiders made Alan feel a long-lost sense of comfort, so he fell asleep unconsciously.

The sudden light in his eyes forcibly pulled Allen, who had not seen the sun for a day, back from his sleep, Allen tried to open his eyes, the light was very dazzling, Allen couldn't adapt for a while, it took about two minutes for Allen to barely adapt to the light, he opened his eyes and saw the two people in front of him, the ordinary black robe of the person behind, and a "prison" was greatly embroidered on his chest As for the one who stood a little closer to him, he was dressed in leather clothes and leather pants, wearing a fur on his head, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a purple beard, and he was about thirty years old.