The floor of the room was the same as the outside, it was all dirt and rocks, and there was nothing in it except a shabby bookshelf with a lot of books, a table with a messy top, and matching chairs.

While rummaging through the cramped and simple room, he searched in his mind for reasons to be disappointed in the face of the Sparrowtails, and after tying up and dragging the captain of the guard at the door, the Sparrowtails were already standing outside the door, and the situation just now must have reached the ears of the mercenaries through whispers.

The pretending to be and the non-pretending are already pretending, even if they won't say anything for a while or a half, but it's impossible to say it.

After rummaging for a while, I didn't find the reason, but I found a lot of letters that the prison warden had not sent, and most of the content of them was an accusation against the problems of the prison meat eating room.

As for the whereabouts of the gold coins seized from the mercenaries, the warden's side should have handed over all the amounts, and the letter mentions the exact amount, emphasizing that the warden's detention of at least 1,000 gold coins from them, but the specifics of this matter are as vague as another piece of information that Al is interested in.

——[...... What the prison guards are doing in the flesh-eating room and Baron Caleb's wanton beating and molesting prisoners are very detrimental to your next plans......]

This "you" refers to the Duke of Oone.

Al wasn't interested in what had happened in the flesh-eating room, or how the Baron had beaten and molested prisoners, even with his eyes closed...... Ahem, you can imagine.

The word "plan" is inherently snooping, and if you add some prefixes such as "duke", "next", and "important", it is even more seductive than the snow-white slenderness and dark abyss in the skirt of a beautiful woman.

It is unknown if the contents of these letters are actually from the heart of [the warden lying crookedly in the corner, dead inexplicably].

After a cursory look at a part, he felt even more sad, the prison chief seemed to be a good person, but the good people often don't live long, and the bad people can't die at all.

Alas......

Hoover died early.

Aside from the letters, he could not find a single record of the prisoner's interrogation in the barracks, and he recalled the scene when he entered the outer room of the garrison, and there were many documents on the desks of the guards, which were probably interrogation records.

He silently added a prefix before "good guy prison warden who doesn't live long" - was set aside.

......

......

No, since he is a good man who is jealous and hateful, why did the prison chief write a warrant to Caleb to take away the women of the Red Spider?

Hehe.

......

By the way, it would not be good for the Duke to let the captain of the guard and Caleb continue to do evil, right, the warden is really dying well, dying a wonderful death.

"Quack!"

When he found a way to make himself happy, Al also put his wandering mind back into the cage of the problem of [how to get a warrant], if only the deputy warden could also write a warrant, it would be too difficult to hold the deputy warden hostage in front of so many guards, as long as the deputy warden has a wrong look, the guards close the triangular stone door and everything will be gone.

You still have to write a warrant.

Why don't you just arrest the deputy warden and write it for the warden.

......

Don't kill people again.

......

You can't really blame anyone for this, right?

......

It's just a gentle insertion......

Thinking about the stake wall, Al sighed again, threw down a pile of letters and walked out with a clatter, and the four fake soldiers standing straight outside turned back one after another, and with a burning look of hope in their eyes, they shot the melancholy man into a zombie that died at the sight of the light.

He froze in place, and with the light of hope curling up from his body, it was not the rancid green smoke of the rotting corpse that had been vaporized by the scorching gaze, but a new idea.

It's not a new idea, it can only be said that it's [It's better to arrest the deputy warden and write it for the warden.] ] and made a slight change.

- Since it wasn't written by the real warden anyway, who didn't write it?

The prison warden's seal and fire paint are all in the drawer, the quills, white paper and ink are all ready-made, there is a murderous serf and four graceful beautiful mercenaries here, is it not as good as the deputy prison director who sways left and right even when he walks, and he is middle-aged and decrepit? !

"Quack...... Oh no, I mean, which of you will copy?!"

Al's eyes lit up, and he gave the same burning gaze to the four mercenaries, but it seemed to be too hot, and the mercenaries looked at each other, a little confused, so he changed his words, "Who writes well?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of several women brushed the ground and all fell on Butterfly Wing, and before she could figure out what it was about, she was accompanied by a cry of "That's you!" was pulled into the barracks with a strong force.

The other party walked very fast, very excited and anxious, which caused her to be unsteady in the process of being pulled because she walked too hard, and after a stumble, she threw herself into the other party's arms, and the whole person was beaten horizontally in the air and hugged in.

The remaining three outside scratched their helmets, then chuckled and automatically adjusted their positions, making the illusion that [one of them went in to report].

Al didn't take a few steps before carrying the wings into the room where the two corpses were lying, and of course, they were taken out as soon as the wings were placed on the chairs, and everything on the table was quickly removed, replaced with everything needed to copy them.

Among the mercenaries, Butterfly Wing was the most silent, and the softest and most obedient in the face of his demands, from the time she was stopped outside the door to the time she was now posed, she did not say a word, and even the eyes that followed him did not seem to be allowed to move away secretly when they were discovered.

After doing all this, he sat down on the edge of the table with the woman's confused gaze, took off the other party's helmet again, and smiled, "You know the format of the warrant, right?"

"Yes, my lord. ”

"Now," he said, pointing to the pile of letters on the table, and shoved the ink-dipped quill into the other man's tender little hand, "write a warrant for the transfer of prisoners in this handwriting, and let you be the head of the prison for the same time." ”

"Huh?" Butterfly Wing was taken aback, she looked at the other party, then at the quills in her hand, and at everything on the table, as if she wondered if there was something wrong with her ears, "Did you just say that you want me to write a warrant in imitation of the warden's handwriting?"

The other party nodded in confirmation, and said with a smile, "I'll give you a big credit first!"

As soon as the words fell, the quill pen pinched in the small hand that swayed quickly was shaken into a flower, "No, no, no...... You should be credited...... I'll do whatever you tell me to do, but I'm ......."

"Huh?"

"If I don't write well," her slightly upturned face was tangled with seriousness and worry, and a little mud couldn't cover the glow reflected by her bright eyes, "you might be besieged by this......

Whether it is out of gratitude, the situation of being in the same boat through thick and thin, or some other reason, what this woman is showing now should be from the bottom of her heart, after making this conclusion, Al licked his lips, shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "In fact, we are already under siege, so what are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, he pressed the other party's small hands that were hanging in the air back on the table, not sparing his encouragement, "And in my opinion, you are much more powerful than the prison warden who screamed for no reason, how could you not write well?"

"Uh," Butterfly Wing blinked, and said seriously, "No, I saw the warden take the lead in subduing several prisoners who wanted to escape that day, and he was amazing......

"Oh my god, if you had switched places with him tonight, you would have been fine, but he's dead now. ”

"How could it be ......?"

"How could it not," Al pinched the slightly upturned face that turned red at the touch, "If I saw you, I would definitely not be willing to let you die so easily." ”

The woman's face turned even redder, so red that the mud could no longer be hidden, and the results of several attempts showed that their relationship with Tiebei was not as he originally thought, which was good, of course, how the truth was, in the end, it was necessary for the parties to admit it themselves, but if they wanted to take their hearts, the easiest way was still that - eat them.

"Butterfly Wings Prison Master, write it, you can. ”

This time, Butterfly Wing did not respond as immediately as before, but was silent for a long time before giving a response - began to write, I have to say, her appearance of holding a quill pen and writing seriously did not look like a female mercenary with a sword, but more like a schoolgirl hiding in the white tower and ignoring the world.

Under the dim light curtain, the quill dances in the little white hand, and the stage is a yellowed paper that is forced to be thrown away in a ball without a few strokes.

Although there is still a lot of paper and ink, and the ink on the discarded paper is gradually increasing, but the mental consumption of the pen bearer seems to be very large, before and after ten minutes have passed, her little hand holding the quill has begun to tremble, and then the sweat beads accumulated to a certain extent on the forehead that have been slightly muddy have also melted and rolled down the sludge all the way, squinting a pair of bright eyes.

So the quill, which was wrapped in a steady stream of encouragement, also stopped, she wiped her sweat, and her face was full of apologies and guilt, "My lord, I'm sorry, I'm too nervous......"

"Well, I can see that if it weren't for this, your handwriting would be almost exactly the same as that of the prison warden. ”

"I'm sorry ......"

Because of the seriousness in the other party's tone, she was not only nervous now, but also a little scared, everyone who followed Tiebei to participate in the battle in the small square knew how the blood falcon killed people without blinking, and in a few breaths, the enemy all fell, and their companions also fell, and then there was a pile of rocks outside the prison station, and in an instant, the three prison guards lost their voices.

Butterfly Wing had only seen the other party wielding a sword, so she never dared to think that the hideous-looking and crazy Blood Falcon would give her this kind of encouragement, but now this encouragement has been let down, in exchange for disappointment, what kind of storm will disappointment brew?

The unforeseen storm should be terrible, and even more terrible than it is because she did not write well and led to serious consequences that affect the whole body, if the warrant is broken, the blood falcons will die, and they will die.

But just like before, all the conjectures and psychological preparations made in advance were thrown out of her heart by the unexpected big turn, and the sudden gentleness of the other party almost threw her heart to the bottom of the clouds.

"Listen, don't say 'I'm sorry' to me again, and of course, 'I'm sorry'. ”

The other party touched her slightly upturned and leaking face, and gently wiped the sweat and mud soaked on it, and even showed a smile reminiscent of Cozy March when she spoke.

"Now you have taken off your armour, and then you have also taken off your breastplate and shoulder armor, and without these restraints and burdens, you will surely be able to write. ”

So she stood above the clouds of the warm March, took off her arm armor in a daze, and took off her shoulder armor and breastplate in a daze, and then was pushed back into the chair by the other party.

"How does it feel?

"Yes, my lord......"

"Then try it!"

"Yes. ”

The quill began to dance again under the dim curtain of light, on the yellowed paper, briskly, but the restraint in it did not disappear much, and after a few minutes, the sweat squinted again.

The situation was still so bad, she wanted to say "I'm sorry", but she thought of the order just now, this time she didn't even dare to raise her head, for fear that she would be slapped again as soon as she raised her head, and after waiting for a few breaths, the other party's reaction was still so unexpected.

- She was ordered to get out of the way.

She stood to the side in a daze, while the other sat down in a chair, probably finally losing patience and hope, forced to write on her own, she spent the whole night preparing for what might happen next, just like everyone else, but all night was caught off guard by the "unexpected".

"Come here. ”

"Huh?"

"I'll let you come here, hurry," Al beckoned again to Butterflywing, who had retreated into the corner, smiling like a lewd stick, "Sit down here." ”