Wensley, still shuddered at the sight of the name, why did he still appear in the newspapers, he slowly read the headline: The final destination of the devil artist - Kamenla Prison, imprisoned? It was not hanging, Wensley's crimes were enough to be talked about by the people for centuries.

"Knight, are you still going to help me detoxify?" asked Kira Veton in an expectant tone.

Tarrant put down the newspaper, and the woman lay comfortably on the couch, "I wish you could go straight to sleep", he took a sip of the potion and walked towards the priest, but she dodged when the mouth of the bottle was pointed at the priest, "What do you mean?"

"I've heard that mouth-to-mouth works better," the pastor said, sticking out his tongue and curling in teasing.

Tarrant looked coldly at the strange creature in front of him, she was not bad-looking, and her figure was also very good, perhaps, he had to admit that Kira Veton was better than most girls in appearance, but she had an unusual charm on her body, similar to the girl of the golden statue and not exactly the same, her debauched posture seemed to hide a world of indifference and madness, Tarrant couldn't tell what scared him, debauchery or madness, he just didn't want to be alone with her, he dodged the priest's eyes and said seriously:" Kira Veton, you're disrespecting me and you. ”

"Oh, do you respect yourself by suppressing your own and avoiding primitive impulses?" the priest suddenly raised his hands and hooked Tarrant's neck, "Come on, melt me!"

Tarrant took a step back, but the priest clinged to him and couldn't shake it off, "Kira Vetton!

"What will you do if I don't let go? Punish me?"

Her smile disgusted Tarrant, and he wrenched the priest's hand, "You're not poisoned at all!"

"Strong knight, the snake apricot ignites my lust, it is about to devour me, come, help me", Kira Vidon's hand reached behind his back and unfastened the first clasp of the leather armor, revealing a large area of snow-white skin at the slit, and the whole armor was crumbling.

"Stop!" it was Tarrant's turn to grab her hand, "Calm down, I'm not interested in you, you can finish your drink and go to bed, understand? You can stay here too, but not like ...... Such. ”

Kira Veton looked at him regretfully, "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure!" Tarrant slowly let go of his hand and retreated to the couch opposite, "That's it, sit down." ”

"You're boring, yours and your mind are all deformed, a freak", Kira Veton clasped his hands to his chest, and the two looked at each other.

"Say whatever you want", she now switched to the method of agitation, Tarrant sneered, a person with deformed thoughts would think that other people's thoughts were deformed, and a freak would treat normal people as freaks, but he didn't understand Kira Vidon's detoxification method, on the way back, she was obviously poisoned, and the slight numbness on her fingers couldn't be pretended, she didn't cast spells or drink medicine, instantaneous toxins were relieved or neutralized toxins, and a certain piece of equipment on her body should have this function.

Slight footsteps behind him, "Stewart, do you want to help?" the voice seemed to be that of the freckled maid.

"No, kid, go and see what the guests need. ”

The maid came running from the kitchen, "Sir, ma'am." ”

Tarrant turned to look at the maid, "Uh......", he forgot the maid's name again, "Prepare a room for this lady, as much as you can, and put the rest of the dragon wine in her room." ”

"Yes, sir," the maid trotted up the stairs.

"Butlers, servants, big houses in the White Mist District, rich adventurers", the priest rested on the table with his legs crossed.

"My father used to serve in the palace," Tarrant explained.

"Oh," Kirawiton said, pretending to be surprised, "and you have a lot of connections in the palace, too. ”

"On the contrary, I have nothing to do with it. ”

"Tarrant", the butler came with two plates, "just returned to Siant?"

"Just arrived," the butler should have a tirade again, and Tarrant picked up the newspaper, "Take her to the guest room, she needs to rest." ”

"The bread, foie gras, and jam are fresh," Stelt put the plate on the table, and his smile was standard, "Ma'am, it's a pity not to taste it." ”

"The food can be brought upstairs together", Tarrant hurried to see her off.

Kira Veton stood up, "Thank you for your hospitality", a mockery hidden in her tone, and Tarrant waved her hand, and she finally left his field of vision under the butler's guidance.

The newspaper report detailed the trial of Wensley, the whole process took more than a month, almost every victim made the poor knight pay 50 years in prison, in order to show the humanity of the Empire, the judge specially added the abuse of goblins, 20 years, and another count of cat abuse, 50 years, and the final result was imprisonment in 1980, never amnesty, and Wensley was completely finished.

These figures reassured Tarrant that justice had finally been proven, that the devil had been spurned by the world, that the hands of sin would no longer touch innocent people, and that Sir could repent in prison.

In the lower right corner of the first edition, there is an introduction to the prison, Camenla, which is an irregular island between the Serenzo and the Gonzas Empire, with an area of nearly 10 acres, and the prison wall stands along the edge, 60 feet high, if you jump from the wall to greet the escapees, only reefs and carnivorous fish, the prison has no dock, only a teleportation station.

The prison is filled with criminals from all over the continent, and because of their serious crimes and extreme dangers, the empires do not hesitate to pay a lot of money to Serenso to guard them, the more famous are the Berserker Gandolfini of the Moro Empire, or the necromancer Zmandi of Iberon, the former now lives in the only cell in Redstone made of all four-star refined iron bars, his crime is a violent attack, the last time he captured him, he sacrificed thirteen elite soldiers of the Moro Empire, the latter brutally killed a village of nearly 100 people, and then he resurrected their corpses, and now he is locked in a tailor-made cross coffin, unable to move a finger。

The text also introduces the story of the prison warden, Mukashi, a violent sword master, who has reached more than 18 strength without assistance, has participated in many battles, killing and torture have long been part of his daily life, and under his management Kamienra has never rioted or escaped, but in his eight years in office, 12 prisoners have died, and no one has investigated the cause of death.

"Tarrant," Stuart and the maid had come downstairs, "go to sleep," he commanded the maid.

Tarrant put away the newspaper, "Catrina and I went for a walk around Tree Mountain", he knew what the butler was going to say, they both knew each other too well.

"Oh, then why is another lady coming back?" said the butler, spreading jam on the bread slices and pushing the plate towards Tarrant.

"Thank you," Tarrant picked up a slice, "The upstairs one is Kira Vidon, she's just lost her best friend, she has nowhere to go, and she may have to stay for a while." ”

"How did your armor become like this, you looked like you were participating in a military parade before you went out. ”

"Cuilin Mountain has encountered some accidents, look, I came back with a gift", the corner of Tarrant's mouth twitched the halberd at the door, "Good thing." ”

The old butler shook his head helplessly, "I'm really worried that you won't be able to come back once you go out." ”

"Haha, you're too worried", this phrase has been heard hundreds of times, Tarrant swallowed two loaves of bread and picked up a small piece of foie gras, "By the way, didn't Catrina come?"

The old butler pouted regretfully.

Could it be that the old man of the research institute didn't lie? Tarrant suddenly became nervous, "Haven't been here?"

"Nope. ”

Tarrant stopped chewing, she was so angry, she had to go to the faith tomorrow to borrow a spell scroll, "Okay, you can rest, I'll sit down for a while." ”

The old butler looked at Tarrant for a long time, then stood up and walked to the door, where he carefully checked the lower lock.

The butler had already locked the door when he entered just now, "Why be so nervous, the security in the White Mist District is the best", Tarrant asked.

"Serial homicides and thefts, there are cases of crime every day in the newspapers. ”

"Oh?" picked up the newspaper with a jam-stained hand, and the headline on the bottom half of the second page: Serial murder case has not progressed, who will be the next victim?!