As one of the most important institutions of the church, the interior of the church is much larger than it seems from the outside, and half of its main building is hidden underground.

Numerous paths form a complex labyrinth beneath the Templar, which houses the Templars' daily training camps, a small arena for jousting tournaments, a meeting hall for the Templar elders, and the exclusive rooms for the Grand Samurai Chiefs.

Of course, there is also a significant part --- the Templar Dungeon.

Unlike the Hall of the Holy Spirit, the Inquisition, which is responsible for interrogating all kinds of heresy, most of the prisoners who can be held in the Templar dungeon are members of the Church.

At the end of a narrow aisle is a stone chamber with expensive magic crystals embedded in the walls of the stone chamber that illuminate the stone chamber that has not seen sunlight all year round.

Still, for the most part, for the prisoners who were imprisoned in the Templar dungeons, this outward light did not improve their gloomy state of mind in the slightest.

In the center of this stone room sat a young man, his face a little haggard, as if he had not eaten for several days, but it did not in any way detract from his handsome angelic countenance, and his former charming demeanor.

His wrists and feet were bound in alchemical handcuffs made of silver, and the other end of the cuffs was tied to a large heavy stone, and the chains were engraved with dense magical runes.

If Constantine were here, he would definitely recognize this as the [Magic Seal] in the arcane arts, specially used to imprison those prisoners with powerful magical powers, and the sealing technique engraved on the shackles is extremely exquisite, and the caster is at least the level of a crown-level arcanist.

The young man did not move, he knew very well that without the help of magic, even a race known for brute strength such as trolls or orcs would not be able to break free from the silver chains on his hands and feet.

In fact, even if he was lucky enough to break free from the chains, the solid rock that built this dungeon stone chamber was also inscribed with powerful defensive magic, and even if he took a supernatural magic sword to cut it, it would take a year and a half to cut it to carve a gap.

And the young man who received such luxurious "treatment" was none other than Roland Austen, a knight of the Palatine Academy, known as the "Imperial Sun".

Roland's eyes were closed at this time, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face.

With no sun, no wind, no water, and no food, Roland sat in the dungeon for three days, savoring the deepest despair in the world.

In such a desperate environment, every second that passes in the long loneliness is an incomparably terrible torture.

Roland remained silent, the setback of the Empire's descent from being a prisoner of the Church was enough to drive any genius insane, but he was still calm, at least on the surface.

The door of the stone chamber suddenly opened, and a sound of footsteps gently reached Roland's ears from the corridor, and the pace was unhurried, as if stepping on the path of a dense forest in late autumn.

Roland's eyelashes moved, his delicate eyebrows curled, and he slowly opened his eyes, although he was restrained with all his strength, but even if he didn't rely on the naked eye, the judgment of the powerhouse of the Holy Domain was still unparalleled in the world, and only when he heard the first footsteps, he vaguely knew who was coming.

Roland was very surprised by this, what did he come to do?

After his eyes slowly opened, Roland saw Constantine standing outside the door.

"It's actually a rare magical item like [Gintama] to imprison you, the Templar is really willing to spend money. ”

Constantine sighed, examining the chains that bound Roland with the eyes of an expert, "But this seems to be the only way, if you want to keep an eye on you, unless the Seven Great Samurai Chiefs and a few elders come in person, where do they have so much time?"

Roland lowered his hand from his bent knee, "What are you doing here, do you want me to congratulate you on your new champion, or are you going to show me off the rewards that His Majesty the Pope and His Majesty the Emperor have given you?"

is a very direct opening statement, with a bit of banter in the flat tone.

Constantine didn't care, but said very sincerely: "I asked Your Highness to do this, the purpose of my coming here is very simple, to take you out of here, you are a very good knight, there is no need to bury a church moth in gorgeous robes like Meron." ”

"If you're here to be a lobbyist for Her Highness Diana, please come back. Roland said in an indifferent tone, "Without the cultivation of the archbishop, I would not be able to go today, and I will not betray him." ”

"Besides, now that His Excellency Meron has fallen, there is no place for me in the Church. "My only wish for the first ten years was to enter the Sanctuary and become the master of the Sanctuary, but now it seems that this possibility no longer exists, and for me, it makes no difference whether I can get out or not. ”

Constantine shrugged his shoulders, "Even if you are not in the church, with your talents, there will definitely be a stage for you anywhere in the empire, why should you give up on yourself now? ”

The paladin looked at Constantine quietly, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Actually, Lord Dean has already advised me, but for me, this is the whole meaning of life, and I am used to fighting for this goal. ”

Looking at the paladin in front of him, Constantine couldn't help but recall the last battle on the hot sand field, and the words Roland had said to him, "You seem to have some knots in your heart, what happened to you back then?"

Roland stared up at the ceiling of the stone chamber, "Everyone in the academy knows that I am a civilian orphan adopted from a convent in the southern part of the empire, and I spent my entire childhood in that convent in the early years. ”

"It was the darkest time of my life. ”

"In that monastery, I gnawed on the most unpalatable bread and wore the most tattered clothes, and was discriminated against and abused by all the orphans in the monastery, and the old priest of the monastery had a cold and violent temper, and for the slightest disobedience he punished the orphans and confined them and starved them to the basement. ”

"In those years, I lived better than a dog, and my only hobby was sword training. ”

"But it doesn't matter, after all these years, I'm used to it. Roland's voice was low, "Although it was very hard, I still felt inexplicably relieved when I curled up on the smallest wooden bed at night with bitterness, and I kept telling myself that at least I had a home, although no one in this family regarded me as a human being." ”

"Until that day," Roland bowed his head, "I overheard the terrible fact that the old priest, whose true identity was actually a slave trader, adopted orphans, raised them until they were twelve years old, and then sold them to the rich and noble in the southern part of the empire. ”

Constantine's face could not hide his shock, "However, the imperial decree and the church have explicitly forbidden the slave trade, and they have been in practice for hundreds of years, this person is really bold. ”