The shouts of the night watchmen came with the darkness and silence of the night. Somehow, patrols in Radiant City have become more and more intense during this time, but no matter how diligent these night watchmen are, there are always a few taboo places in this Radiant City that they won't visit.

For example, the Saint-Teresa prison that everyone talks about.

But today, under the cover of night, one carriage after another, as if a long dragon, had crept out of the prison, as if there was going to be some party there, and everyone was going to rush to it.

The horses that pulled the wagons were chewed on, their hooves covered with thick cloths, and the successive carriages made no sound. What's even more weird is that the big prison that was supposed to be heavily guarded, there was not even a guard at the gate, and it looked empty like a haunted house, which made people panic.

"Awesome! I thought that Modeco guy was a piece of shit, but I didn't expect there to be two brushes. Quinn, who was hiding in a carriage, exclaimed softly, "I still underestimate his influence on the prison, and he was able to transfer all the outside guards." ”

He pulled out the pocket watch in his arms, then glanced at the oil lamp, "It's time." ”

At that moment, from the dark depths of the prison, a bright light flashed a few times.

"Three long and two short, it's him who is right. After confirming Modeco's signal, Quinn instructed the attendant beside him, "Signal it." ”

After a while, with the guidance of a few bright lights, as if the ghosts in hell had returned from this world, black shadows suddenly emerged from the darkness. If Quinn hadn't ordered him beforehand, the grooms who were driving would have been so frightened that they would have shouted.

When those black shadows got closer, everyone realized that these black shadows were all living people. Perhaps because of the torture they suffered in prison, all men, women, and children were yellow-skinned and staggered when they walked, so it was no wonder that they looked like fools around in the dark.

They were all handcuffed and shackled, and their mouths were still sealed and they couldn't make a sound. From the tattered prison uniforms, stripes of blue and purple appeared, and it was obvious that they had been beaten in prison, and at the same time, these people were painted with some strange symbols, like ghost drawings. The eyes of these people were full of horror, and it was obvious that they thought that they had been brought out in the middle of the night, and that something was going to happen.

And at the end of the ranks of these holy cultists, the person in charge of escorting was Warden Mordeco.

Quinn greeted him, "Lord Mordeco, you are amazing, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, this St. Terelanda prison is like your back garden." ”

Modco didn't eat him, "As agreed, I've already brought the goods out." ", he whispered.

"Don't worry, I'm a businessman, and the most important thing for a businessman is reputation, otherwise who will do business with us. As he spoke, Quinn looked at the believers again, "What are those strange symbols on them?

"Hehe, these are painted by the palace magic group, and you also know that these cult believers have the ability to release evil magic, if it weren't for this kind of magic circle to seal their ability, how could I hold them with my little prison?"

Quinn nodded, "Is there a way to break the seal?"

"I don't know about this, but the bell must be tied to the bell, since it was drawn by a mage, then it must be solved by a mage. Modeco said a little impatiently, apparently he didn't care about it either.

The two chatted with each other with a ghostly heart, although they were cooperating, but obviously they didn't even have the slightest trust between them, and they were ready to regret each other.

At this time, an attendant ran to Quinn's side and reported in a low voice: "Master, the count has been completed, there are five hundred and thirty-six people in total, all of whom are followers of the Holy Religion. ”

"I'm not lying to you, there are not only priests among them, but dozens of them who are former bishops. Modeco pretended to be angry.

Quinn smiled and took out a piece of tissue paper from his arms, "Don't be angry, my lord, this is my gift to you, please dissipate your anger." ”

Modeco took it and looked at it, and the joy on his face could not be hidden.

"The Golden Oak Bank's checks, totaling 120,000 gold coins, can be withdrawn at any time at any branch of the Golden Oak Bank. How is it, Master Mordeko, are you satisfied with this gift of mine?"

"Okay, Mr. Quinn is really a sincere person, and I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. Modeco smiled from ear to ear and tucked the check away. You must know that compared to the original agreement, Quinn gave him more than 10,000 gold coins, can he not be happy.

"The convoy to take you to the Westside is ready to go. Quinn bowed slightly and made a "please" gesture, "I wish you a smooth journey." ”

"Are you leaving?", Modeco was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Quinn to be ready so soon. He looked back at the dark, hellish prison, but he couldn't take a step.

This prison is a hell of talk to others, but to him it is a kingdom of life and death. In this prison, he is the king, the only person in power. The thought of leaving this prison, of not being able to give orders to the jailers in the future, not to hear the miserable wails and pleadings of the prisoners, and to no longer appreciate the cruel and interesting punishments of all kinds, Mordeco felt empty in his heart, not a taste.

It was as if there was a piece missing in his heart, and even the joy of obtaining the huge wealth of 120,000 gold coins was diluted a lot.

"My lord, do you want to delay for two days?" asked Quinn, who asked from the side.

Modeco took a deep breath, and there was no way back for him to do so. "No, let's go tonight, lest you have too many dreams at night. ”

Quinn nodded, and called the head of the team, "Take care of Lord Modeco." ", he commanded.

"I still have something to do, and I'll stay in Shenghui City for a few more days. Let's hope we'll meet again, Master Mordeco. ”

"I'm not going to send it far. ”

As the carriage carrying Modeco slowly moved away and finally disappeared into the night, Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this way, the biggest deal is understood. As he spoke, he took out a ledger that he had with him, turned out one of the pages, and sketched a line on it with his pen.

By the light of the oil lamp hanging next to the carriage, I could faintly see that on the ledger, it was the name of Modeco that was outlined.

There are several names that have not been sketched under it: Bourrente, the chief of staff of the Ministry of the Interior, the deputy head of the logistics section of the military department, Rodevich, the chief of the main gate of the city of Shenghui, the officer of the main gate of the city, and the deputy director of the National Police Agency, Montoya......

Quinn stretched and closed the ledger, "Sometimes business is too good to be busy." He looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, "It's really that people don't even have time to sleep." ”