The half-sloped flat land, which was originally small but still with a wide view, was covered with white tents and wooden barracks, the former one and a half tall and more numerous, and the latter nearly two people tall and less numerous, they were mixed together, but they were neatly tied up on both sides of the path behind the gate that led to the prison guards.

And shuttling among them, it is a patrol team that is not very neat, when the gate is opened, there happens to be a patrol to this vicinity, the soldiers in the team have looked this way, but they did not stop, in general, the number of patrols is quite large, fortunately, the evening break is approaching, when they will all be replaced by the four teams on duty at night.

Although Al was observing the situation inside, he actually focused almost all his attention on the conversation on his side, for fear that the two of them would suddenly say something like "That guy of yours is good!" or "I'm sorry I didn't open the door to your vanguard before!", then what the hell, "Don't enter the tiger's den" in double quotation marks will immediately become "strip naked and deliver to your door"!

From the sound of the conversation, it was known that Quentin came to pick up someone for Finn, and after a few sentences, he directly asked the other party to send someone to inform the warden to meet him in the security room.

But his posture looks fine...... It's almost as if the upper body is pulling at the door to prevent the lower body from escaping, but fortunately, no one will notice this abnormality, and maybe even if they do, they will not associate it with running away.

The so-called number of people is powerful, Quentin and the captain of the guard have not said a few words, the sound of the door opening [squeak] stopped, and the short conversation that ended with it did not appear that kind of terrible conversation, it can be seen that both sides of the conversation are not willing to say more, after that, Quentin, who took the initiative to end the conversation, smiled at the captain of the doorguard, and strode into the station with the other people.

Once they had all passed through the gates, Al followed silently, and on a whim, he patted the captain of the guard on the shoulder and gave him a "you did a good job" look of encouragement as he passed by the warring captain.

"Mistress Quentin!"

The fake soldier once again imagined himself to be some kind of fanatical believer, and with the eagerness he obtained, he wrapped the eyes that shot out of the helmet's sight, chased after Quentin, who turned his head to look back, and pleaded, "My lord, please let me help you clear the way ahead!"

In fact, walking in the garrison as Quentin, where do you need any open doors, those patrols who occasionally appear on their sides see Finn's chief of guard, and they will basically clasp their fists and salute, even if there are people they don't know, they will hurry to make up for their rudeness under the reminder of their companions.

But perhaps because of the fake soldier's burning attitude, Quentin not only did not refuse, but smiled back, "What's the matter, you have to be a little relieved and open the way, you won't be bored standing at the gate, right?"

"Of course not, what drives me to do this is a pure sense of mission!"

Laugh at......

The captain of the guard in the bureau didn't have anything, but the other five soldiers couldn't help it and laughed out loud, and the guy who was closest to Quentin and who sang blackface at the beginning even interjected and asked, "You are an ordinary soldier, and you still have a sense of mission?" Do you know how to spell the word mission?"

"Can't you have it if you don't know how to fight, do I have to learn to forge a sword before I raise my sword and swing it at the enemy?"

"This ......"

"Or do you have to be able to mine?"

“......”

The soldier didn't know how to answer for a moment, but Quentin smiled and asked Al, "And what is your mission?"

So what is your mission?, this kind of direct attack on the confusion almost made the fake soldier ruined, he tried his best to stabilize his mentality, and said seriously, "Become a character like Lord Quentin, pit mercenaries in a few words, and destroy werewolves with one sword." ”

"In a few words...... Tsk, you mouth ......"

Quentin shook his head and laughed, and the soldier with a black face received, "With this figure, it's a pity to throw it here to guard the gate." ”

"It's a pity, it's not a pity to be able to serve the Ivanti family, let alone stand at the gate, it's not a pity to wash the dishes......"

......

Along the way, whatever is good to listen to Al will say, but the more he says, the more he feels that something is wrong, if this sycophant is too much, the other party suddenly has some ghost "love of talent" and wants to transfer him away, then it will be a snake, fortunately, the distance between the gate of the station and the garrison room is actually not too far, he seized a suitable opportunity at a suitable distance to bring up the old words of "I'll go to open the way for you", and after getting the consent of the captain of the guard, this more and more open topic can be regarded as stopping.

The smaller room on the left side of the garrison was used to store miscellaneous items, in this case mainly the armor that had been stripped from the prisoners, and when you got closer, you could see through the open door that the items that had almost piled up to the roof, and the soldiers who were sorting them out, Al glanced and walked to the room with the closed door on the right, and was unexpectedly stopped by two soldiers guarding the door.

"What for?!"

"Mistress Quentin asked me to speak to you," he clenched his fist and pointed to the group not far behind him, then pointed with his chin to the door in front of him, which still held a string of reminiscent ciphers, and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and open the door." ”

After chatting a few words just now, he realized that the chief of the guard turned out to be the person who carried the title, although the commander of the garrison was also a baron, but the two sides could not be equated, and now in the entire prison station, except for the prison director, there is no second person who can compare with him.

This kind of tiger skin is simply very confident, based on this confidence, Al even dared to take advantage of the other two to look at each other directly to open them and push the door in, the other party's reaction was as expected - did not dare to stop again, unexpectedly the atmosphere in the room, until the cold wind outside circled around the inside, and the heated discussion of the prison guards inside gradually stopped.

The first thing he noticed was the inner door facing the gate, which was the only entrance to the inner chamber and the prison, and near the inner door were four soldiers sitting or leaning on them, their incomplete armor was loose and loose, apparently simply put on it and not fastened, and the ground in front of them was scattered armor parts.

The six pedestals on the walls on the left and right sides of the room were fixed with burning torches, and the firelight illuminated the room brightly, and the annoyance on the faces of the four guards attracted by the intruder was clearly visible.

Under the torches were two rows of tables and chairs placed against the wall, outside the table, inside the chairs, there were many documents lying on the table, and on the chairs sat seven or eight soldiers in full armor facing this side.

The flames of anger that gathered from all sides might have scorched most of the people in the prison station, but it seemed to be completely ineffective against the fake soldiers, and he pointed to the closed inner door and commanded in a deep voice, "Open it immediately!"

Judging from the words of the black-faced man who had already hit the street, and the discussion that the guards did not stop in time, the scene inside was really reverie, but it was not the most expected.

- As the sound of iron boots slamming on the ground gets closer and closer, what kind of behavior does Mistress Quentin make when faced with that kind of picture after being put on a bunch of big hats?

The order to open the door is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves for a while, usually no one will take care of these prison guards, for some reason, even the current prison garrison has to look at their faces, and for prisoners, they are even more like gods, what kind of environment breeds what kind of people, although this is not absolute, but this group of guys in charge of the inner city prison has obviously used themselves to the sky.

But now suddenly a bold mortal broke in and slapped them in the face!

After being slightly stunned for a moment, the first thing the "gods" did was not to consider where the other party's confidence came from, but to stand up and point at the intruder's nose and shout angrily.

"Who are you?!", "Get out!", "Who gave you the guts!", "Throw him out!......

Some of them were so excited that they even knocked down the tables and chairs when they stood up, and the sound made the scolding even louder and harsher.

The waves crashed against the reef, and Al was not only still unafraid, but even a little excited, and this excitement quickly swelled with the sound of approaching footsteps behind him, and completely showed on his face, which made the abusive people even more angry, they obviously couldn't understand for a moment why the two men standing outside the gate still didn't move to throw the intruder out, and the anger prompted several of them to step towards the door, and it was self-evident what they wanted to do.

As the loudest, fastest man raised his hand and pushed it in this direction, Al suddenly stepped out of the way and let the other man out of the door, reminding the rest of the room helplessly, "This is what Mistress Quentin asked. ”

The whale wave was certainly not going to subside immediately by this fluttering reminder, and the sudden shock did not stop the prison guards' bodies driven by inertia, but when the second man grabbed Al, who was no longer dodging, the guy who had pounced out was back inside the house—quickly backwards, and even fell to the ground on his feet because he had retreated too quickly.

The sound of the heavy body falling was finally combined with the futile consternation to stop the inertia of the guards, and when the gloomy Sir Quentin and several soldiers entered the room completely, this consternation turned into panic, and was blurted out from the mouths of the guards.

"Kun...... Master Quentin!"

Including the guy who hurriedly got up from the ground, the whole room of neat or messy prison guards all stood up straight, clenched their fists on their chests and saluted, but the guard closest to the inner door took advantage of the chaos to secretly knock on the door with his hand behind his butt when he saluted.

"Good evening, gentlemen!" the Baron glanced around, nodded in response, raised his hand and pointed at the closed inner door behind the guards, and issued a low command that made everything seem to repeat itself again, "Open it now!"

The guards quickly glanced at each other, responded one after another, and acted quickly, some of them brought chairs, asked Quentin and the others to sit down for a while, and the "waiting" naturally included a certain El, the contrast between the guards' attitudes before and after made him feel ashamed, and some walked around to clean up the mess on the ground, and there was a ......

Taking advantage of the chaos, he opened the inner door and got in.

Al then cast his burning gaze on the Baron, who was surrounded by several smiling faces.

“...... Sit down, my lord, there's a crucial interrogation going on inside, it's extremely bloody, and when they clean it up, you're going to- eh wait a minute!

Before the guard with a smile on his face could say a word, he was brushed away by the other party, and seeing that Quentin was about to lead someone to push open the inner door and enter the inner room, in a hurry, several guards nearby actually came over to block the inner door, and at the same time tried to dissuade him, but this kind of behavior did not play a role in delaying time in addition to arousing the anger of the baron.

They were all vigorously pushed away, and they wanted to step forward again, but they were shocked by Quentin's sudden move and loud noise of raising his leg and kicking open the inner door, and they all kept their original posture and stood still, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know if I am afraid of the kick on my body or afraid of the reprimand that may appear next.

The inner door is a thin fig leaf, in fact, most of the people who have paid attention to this place can guess what is inside, and also know the origin of the name "flesh-eating room", but those who take it seriously can't take it, but those who can manage it don't take it seriously, after all, from the inner city prison every year to count the "suicide and accidental deaths" column, there will be a large number of golden figures.

Most of these people included a tavern girl, and the city guards who had come into contact with this area had personally told her that the extra income from selling these men and women who had broken down every year was enough for them to buy an ordinary property in the western outer city and keep three or two domestic servants in captivity.

Every day, like a god, he takes what he wants, bullies the people under his control, fights as much as he wants, kills when he wants, sells if he wants!

But it pays well!

There is such a job in this world!

Who gave them the right and courage?!

Isn't it a blind man, or a mad god?!!

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