Late at night, Belmadis Llott death row is located in a small alley above ground, and Kaningham hides in a cloak. The stubble on his face shows that the former Duchy warrior has not taken care of his personal hygiene for a long time.

As the moon began to set west, a jailer dressed up and crept into the alley. When the jailer looked around for the connector, he found that the alley was empty.

"What's the matter? am I mistaken?" said the jailer to himself.

A gust of wind blew, causing the jailer to instinctively cover his eyes with his hands.

"Don't move!"

The jailer, who wanted to resist for a while, gave up his struggle in an instant, because he felt some kind of sharp object on his waist and eyes. There was no need to guess, he also knew that it was a sharp dagger, and the other party was very professional, but in an instant, he avoided the jailer's specially customized armor and plunged directly into the gap in the armor.

He could feel the threat from the dagger, and if he did something wrong, the dagger could kill him in an instant.

"It's me, it's me, it's Lacey who made me come. "The only thing the jailer can do now is raise his hands in the air, indicating that he is not threatening.

"Whew!" Canningham breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he was walking a tightrope, and below him was a mountain of thousands of heavy swords, a sea of fire, and the slightest carelessness would break his bones. It's okay to be alone, but those old comrades are also affected .......

"Did you bring anything?"

"With ...... Bring!" The jailer found that the other party had no intention of stopping. I don't know if I was nervous or scared, and I became stammering when I spoke. As he spoke, he was about to reach out and take the thing out of his bosom.

Cunningham tensed his nerves, "Slowly, slowly, take things out!" The jailer kept warning with his back to him.

The jailer cursed while putting his movements to the slowest level, for fear that his momentary mistake would make the other party murderous.

Time seemed like a world had passed, and finally, the jailer pulled things out.

It was a bunch of keys, and the jailer put the metal ring of the tandem keys on the thumb of his right hand and raised his hand again.

Kanningham picked up the keychain with a dagger, rested it in front of his eyes, and took advantage of the moonlight to confirm one by one.

Caningham confirmed as he recalled Duke Lacey's words.

There are five keys in total, each controlling the five doors of the dungeon, and each key has a different shape, made by five locksmiths from different regions, in order to prevent the keys from being copied.

But in this kind of society where there are policies and countermeasures, as long as you have a way. These things are not things at all.

"Who told you to move?"

"Ahh The other party's cold voice was as if he had never been treated as a human being. Cold sweat instantly soaked the underwear.

According to Duke Lacey's introduction, Caningham dropped a package on the ground after confirming that the key was correct, "This is your thing, remember not to care about things you shouldn't care about." ”

"Yes......!"

The jailer's legs trembled, and he whispered broken words in his mouth, praying for a moment that the "plague god" behind him would leave early, and then scolding himself for not being long-sighted, and daring to earn even this kind of foreign wealth.

"......" The jailer felt the silence behind him, and after a long time, he mustered up his spirit and courageously turned his head to look back.

As a result, there was nothing behind him, and there was no one else in the alley except for him. Only then did he remember what the man had just said, and hurriedly looked around by the moonlight, but fortunately, the package was in good condition.

The jailer grabbed the package and cursed quietly, "Fuck!" Then, as if remembering something, he clasped the package tightly with both hands, and ran out of the alley.

I'm afraid that the "plague god" will suddenly appear again.

.....

In the attic of the tavern.

There were already three people waiting in the room, and after Kaningham knocked on the door five times, the door opened and a space could just be entered.

Kaningham walked over to the hanger and hung up his cloak.

"Let me confirm once again that you are volunteering for this mission. Know that if you fail your mission, you will be condemned as a "traitor" by the people of this country......

"Captain, don't say it! we're all volunteering. Life and death have long been put aside, whether it is a traitor or a national hero, let future generations comment on it!"

Kaningham wasn't angry that he was interrupted, but just looked at the three people present. Then, put the key on the table, "Sit down! Now, I'll tell you about the plan for this mission." ”

With that, Caningham opened the blueprint distribution map of the dungeon that had already been drawn and spread it on the table. "Biggs, you're in charge of the first gate, and this is the key to whether we can escape. With that, he took out a key from the keychain and handed it to him.

"Jones, you're in charge of the second and third lanes, ...... here. ”

When Kaningham assigns a task, he will carefully indicate it on the map and explain it repeatedly to make sure that everyone understands it.

After Kaningham saw that everyone understood, "Okay, everything will go according to plan tomorrow, disband!"

The three got up and put on their cloaks, and the fish rushed out, outside the tavern, just in time for the heavy snow. The tavern owner went out to check first, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he leaned half of his body into the tavern and nodded to everyone.

The three of them hurried out, and soon disappeared into the snowstorm.

The tavern owner leaned against the doorpost at the front desk and looked at Kaningham with his hands on his chest, "Is it really decided?"

"Is there any turning back?" asked Cunningham without answering.

The shopkeeper shook his head, didn't speak, and began to pack up his chair on his own.

......

"Boom!" the door was slammed open.

The woman who originally wanted to scold turned around and saw that it was her husband, "Are you hitting a ghost, or what's wrong?" Look at your panting like this, do you still look like a gentleman?"

The man put the package in his arms on the table, turned around and went out to look outside, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he slammed the door shut. Da Ma Jin Dao leaned on the chair, "Go! Get me a drink! Hit the ghost? I'm more exciting than hitting the ghost!"

Although the woman was not very happy, she twisted her waist and walked towards the kitchen.

The man hurriedly opened the package, and inside was Huang Cancan's thirty gold ingots, and they were pure gold. The man picked one up and put it to his mouth and asked for a mouthful, quickly took it out and wiped it with his sleeve, and leaned in front of his eyes to watch.

"Hey!

At this time, the woman came out with a wine jug and half a plate of snacks, and when she saw the gold on the table, her eyes were straight.

"Quick, tell me, sir, where did you get rich?"

"I'll follow you!" The man who had just mentioned his strength suddenly remembered something and waved his hand, "I can't tell you this! You just need to know that these are all ours!"

"Hey!" the woman smiled and looked at the half plate of appetizers on the table, "Hey, then I can still eat this for you, I'll go and fix it for you!"

With that, the woman got up and walked towards the kitchen.

It felt like it was about to fly.

The man took a sip of the white wine on the table, humming an unknown tune in his mouth, and began to pull the jailer's armor off his body one by one.