"If it weren't for the fear that you wouldn't be able to let go of those guys, I would have locked you all up in the cellar, tied up one by one and stripped naked......

Seeing that the four female mercenaries were a little cramped and even unsteady on their feet, he hurriedly coughed lightly, a little more serious, "Just kidding...... We have to firmly believe that the good people have their own good rewards, the wicked have their own harvest, what kind of cause you sow, what kind of fruit you sow, what kind of choice you make on the other side of the pile, what kind of reward you deserve......

Ahem, that's about it, then ......" he turned around and threw down one last reminder as he walked towards the garrison, "Be vigilant, it's not time to be cranky." ”

After hearing a few shy responses behind him, he quickened his pace, ordinary people are not allowed to walk around the army station at will during the rest time, and when they meet people who move around at will, the patrol team will inevitably come forward to interrogate, but how dare they embarrass a bunch of people with prefixes?

This is the "right-hand man of Viscount Finn", who holds the warrant of the warden of the fire, and when faced with the interrogation of the second patrol team, Al quietly elevates his status.

Of course, the viscount still hates it.

After walking for a while, Al arrived outside the garrison room, and unexpectedly, in addition to the two prison guards guarding the gate, there were four soldiers standing a little farther away.

If that's the case, the Baron has been in it for a long time, and I don't know if he's going to get the person he wants.

Seeing someone coming from the north, the six soldiers outside all cast curious glances in this direction, with the influx of outsiders, people who are particularly tall are actually not a rare thing, but based on their previous deep impression, the two prison guards quickly connected with the "subordinates of Lord Quentin".

Facts have also proved that they are "right".

After confirming the identity of the visitor, the guard at the door took the initiative to open the door of the outer room, and even made a "please" gesture.

Al, of course, stepped in generously.

Although there were fewer people in the outer room, probably already rested, but it was more lively, and the others were still the same, even the door to the inner room was repaired, but there were five people standing outside the door, and the extra one was Caleb, who was arguing with the guards about something.

The prison guards were obviously not afraid of him, whether they were sitting on the chairs or in front of the inner door, their postures were very casual, you and I said a word, the baron has more than one enemy, and it is clear who has the upper hand and who has the upper hand.

The appearance of the fake soldier caught the attention of everyone in the room, and Caleb glanced at him and turned his head to continue talking about himself, but his opponents recognized it at a glance.

They obviously didn't expect that this man, who had only been gone for a long time, would come back again, so all kinds of idle and casual postures were instantly replaced by panic and urgency, and the person sitting on the chair suddenly stood up again, which caused a series of tables and chairs to overturn, and the people near the inner door wanted to go in to report the news, but the messenger was so anxious that he only remembered to rush and not remember to open the door, and fell to the ground with a bang.

All of a sudden, the whole outer chamber was in a mess, which blinded Caleb, who had been touching the soft nail for a long time, and he turned his head again, his face full of surprise at such a scene and curiosity about the identity of the fake soldier, and this curiosity was immediately satisfied, and the surprise changed to "I see".

"Mistress Quentin didn't come! I'm alone! Brothers, don't mess around!"

Al roared three times in a row, before the chaos stopped, the guards in the outer room, you look at me, I look at you, one of them is closer to the outer door, want to run over to confirm, but in a panic bumped into the guards who leaned in from the outside, one was almost knocked out by the door frame, and the other fell back, this picture scared the people inside again, but after seeing that the person who came in was not Quentin, he breathed a sigh of relief again.

The guard who was almost knocked out laughed and scolded, "Look at what scared you, Lord Quentin really didn't come, I would have informed you a long time ago!"

"You didn't inform ...... last time", "I was scared to death......", "Alas, it's okay......", "The design of this garrison room is too unreasonable......", "We ask for an expansion ............

In a brief uproar, the guard who leaned in half of his body retreated, and finally closed the door with a straight smile, and then the people inside returned to their original state, and the person who wanted to report did not go in, Quentin did not come, and he would only be scolded for being bloody when he went in and stirred up the situation.

And among them, one of them seemed to be more calm, perhaps the deputy captain of the guard, or some kind of captain, and came over to greet the fake soldiers.

Everyone's "status" is not strictly on the same level, and the guards' fear and flattery are actually only aimed at characters like Quentin, but based on the previous incident, the attitude of greeting is still very good, he not only invited the fake soldiers to sit aside, but also enthusiastically asked the guy why did you come back again, saying that he was the leader of the second team, was there anything I could do to help.

Al snorted and messed with the other party, and took the opportunity to glance at the documents on the desktop beside him several times, the entire inner city prison, the warden did not have any interrogation records, and there was only such a thing as paper in the outer room, what do you think, those neatly stacked things should be interrogation records, but who the hell knows......

It's all about training techniques, special examples, and the like, and it's really hard to take off the sight - phew!

He pointed to a record on the table labeled [Key Points of Slave Training] and said solemnly, "This...... Ahem, is there much of this, give me a copy. ”

This kind of thing that should be taken out for humane learning oh and not seriously destroyed, how can it be allowed to stay and cause trouble?!

The captain of the guard's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand, as if the thing being asked for was his lifeline, "No, this is not a secret, and even the prison guards can't read it." ”

"Don't fool me. ”

"Not really. ”

......

"Alas, that's a pity," after looking at each other for a moment, he made a sad look, and was silent again, until the other party's face showed a hint of imperceptible guilt, and then handed over the warrant for butterfly wings copying, but his eyes were still fixed on the training method on the table, "Just now halfway through, Lord Quentin asked something from the mouth of the black snake, and then anxiously asked me to come over and bring a few more people back, the warden has agreed, you can take a look, don't let Lord Quentin wait......"

A bunch of big words and stamped warrants were thrown over, and the captain of the guard was smashed and nodded, and while he was tearing the fire paint, the fake soldier kept trying to sneak through the training methods on the table, and let the other party peek into a lot of heavenly opportunities without paying attention, so that he couldn't look at the warrant very seriously.

But with the identity of the other party and the seal on the fire paint, it doesn't matter if you look at this thing or not, anyway, it is the patrol guard inside who is responsible for releasing people according to the order, and after reading it in a hurry, the captain of the guard stuffed the warrant back to the other party, and urged, "You go quickly! Don't let Master Quentin wait! Trouble us again afterwards!"

"Okay, tell me about this, what is the point of tying up first, and then dripping honey?How much does the honey heat up?60 or 70?And how to tie up to make the other party's posture——"

"Go, go, go......"

"Don't be so stingy—"

"Go, go, go!"

"We're free—"

"Mistress Quentin is waiting for you!"

As he spoke, the captain of the guard pushed the fake soldier to the inner door leading to the flesh-eating room, as if he was sending the plague god, Al pretended to be reluctant on the surface, but in fact cooperated very well, otherwise it would be impossible to push him with the strength of the other party.

Seeing that he was about to clear the customs all the way, he proposed Tiebei and Ao Needle to be stupid, and then went to pick up the four women, and the work was called a perfect day, but when he came to the door, Baron Caleb, who had been standing next to the inner door grinding and chirping, reached out and blocked the way!

"Why can he come with a warrant and pick up someone, but I can't?......"

The baron's face couldn't contain his anger, anger should be, anyone has to be anxious about this matter, before he came in, Al thought that the other party had stayed here for so long because he couldn't mention the women of the red spider, but this was obviously not the case.

When all the remaining patience has been worn out, the baron, who has been standing here for a long time, is left with the anger that can't help but rise up, and the anger overflows his chest, gushing out into a denunciation and questioning of Barabala.

“...... How can you ignore the authority of the prison master?!"

However, in the face of this kind of attack that did not hurt the flesh and skin, the guards only indifferently pulled down their masks to block the only spittle that could actually cause them sexual harm in the midst of the condemnation, but the tone of their voice remained the same, "Lord Baron, is the gutter you built public? Why are 15 of the 20 prisoners on the warrant all women? And they are all quite bright women?"

"I ...... What about you? What are you doing in there?!"

"Of course we are interrogating the prisoners, this is the work given to us by the Duke, what, do you have any objections to the Duke's approach?"

"Don't talk nonsense, how can I have any objections to the Duke's approach!!"

"Then how can we disregard the authority of the prison master, if you want to raise someone, come up with a decent reason," the guard who spoke pointed to the fake warrant in the hand of the fake soldier, and then continued in a pretentious tone as he slowly pushed open the inner door, "otherwise we will not allow those who like to beat and molest prisoners to act recklessly." ”

"Why are you embarrassed to say that I ......?"

......

Al smiled and dodged into the flesh-eating room, and the guards in the outer room immediately closed the door, and when the sound of the quarrel died down because it was isolated, the muffled murmur inside was highlighted.

"Uh!...... Whew!!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, this will make you comfortable......"

"Struggle! Keep twisting! Isn't this being tied up by Lao Tzu again?!See who else can save you this time......"

"Hey?!There's a good seedling here, the more you beat it, the wetter it gets! It's a pity that it doesn't grow very well-"

"What else do you want, I've let those people pick several rounds, be content!"

"What the hell, I thought it would be enough to deal with those people, but suddenly there was a Quentin!"

"Alas, a few of the best ones were hidden, and the result was one to pick one by one. ”

"Don't say it, ruin the fun!"

......

These people actually got another group of female mercenaries, some of whom were still fighting against several guards who wanted to tie them up, but in the case of being caught hand and foot, one to five, the result was predictable, and some of them had been tied up with torture instruments, and were being caressed by the guards attached to them through their clothes, and several of them were from the previous batch, and when they saw the fake soldiers coming in, the female prisoners were slightly stunned, and they broke out more violently.

What is projected from their eyes is a strong hope that has been rekindled, but this hope is destined to usher in disappointment again, who are they? Who are they working for? Who are they thinking about? Al doesn't know, so even if he has the heart to save him, he will not have a bottomless heart of the Virgin, and he didn't open his mouth when the success rate was the greatest the first time, and this time he won't.

And when the guards inside recognized that the person who came in was sleeping, they all froze in place instantly, as if someone had choked their necks, and all the half-spoken words and half-breathed breath were also stopped.

You can't talk about people during the day, you can't talk about ghosts at night, and you can't talk about what you say—no!

The inner door had been closed again, and if Quentin had killed the carbine, there was no reason why the people outside hadn't given a hint.

When this speculation came to the minds of the guards, the fake soldier happened to take the initiative to correct his name.

So, after showing the courtesy and response they deserved, they continued to bind what they should bind, and continued to take what they should demand, and only one of the guards followed the humiliated, desperate, and vicious gaze of the female prisoners to meet the false soldiers.

The person who greeted him was the deputy chief of the guard, who also introduced himself with an open mouth, and then enthusiastically asked if there was anything he could do to help, and Al casually said three or two words of hello, hello, hello, everyone, hello, nonsense, after all, it is different from just now, there is no need to have an interrogation record here, and there is no need to check the warrant, and of course there is no need to engage in so many "steps" in the greeting process.