Now this cell is the real cell of Celeste. The walls were made of pure steel and half a meter thick, and countless intricate magic arrays were carved into them, all of which were solid, defensive and other effects, and the entire cell was a huge iron box. And the iron of this iron box was the masterpiece of the famous dwarf genius on the mainland two hundred years ago, when three thieves of the highest level of the Killer Guild were gathered, and they were given a whole day to fail to open this lock. Compared to any other cell, it is a completely unguarded chicken coop.

There are only a few people who can be qualified to be imprisoned here for hundreds of years, and all of them are the giant demons who can make the entire continent smell and change color at that time. But their treatment is not as good as that of the current Asa, because Asa is still tied to the wall on his hands and feet.

The binding is a chain made of thumb-thick steel rope, which is twisted together with several kinds of metal wires containing fine iron, pure gold, and Hiriya silver, and at intervals there will be thin metal spikes protruding into the body of the bound person, injecting curses such as weakness and defeat and trace amounts of toxins. This was made by a few ** masters and skilled craftsmen.

Having been imprisoned here for some time, Asa tried several things, but could not even break free from these chains, let alone escape.

The complicated sound of locks being twisted, the cell door opened, and two men entered, Lancelot and the Pope.

Lancelot, as usual, didn't see anything unusual on Furui Bubo's face. Even if he caught Asa, an opponent who had been repeatedly bad for a long time, his face was still unhappy. He had a large chair in his hand, which he placed on the ground as soon as he entered.

The Pope sat on the chair, lying on it to be precise. than when Asa had just seen him. He now looks at least twenty years older. Those were originally well-organized. Wrinkles, which seemed to be only the crystallization of wisdom and thought, now looked like nothing but old age and debilitation. The hair and beard were still snow-white, but they had lost the slightest luster they had before, and the eyes that had been radiant were already a weak cloud.

Lancelot exited his cell and closed the door. In this huge iron box, only Asa and the Pope were left.

Coughing lightly twice, the Pope's eyes fell on Asa's face. Asa also looked at the old man quietly.

"Totally unexpected...... Was that a gift from Moriel? What a heavy gift...... It's so heavy that you can barely take it. The Pope's voice was weak, as if he might not be able to catch his last breath at any moment.

"But didn't you finally take it, which was also beyond my expectations. Asa looked at the Pope's hand, and the ring was still on the Pope's hand, still in that inconspicuous appearance, like a stall that could be seen everywhere. "I couldn't have imagined that the ring I always wore on my hand could summon something like that. If I had known......"

"I knew you wouldn't have used it. The Pope waved his hand. He waved his hand slowly, and his voice was weak, but Asa was unconsciously interrupted by him. Even if the people of other places are weak, the majesty and momentum between their gestures are not weak, and they are still the most powerful people on the continent. "It is a sacred artifact that resonates with the entire Castle of Radiance, and contains the faith, hope, and ideas of countless believers over the centuries. Can you understand these things? Can you afford them? Only those who can afford these things are the ones who are qualified to use these things, and they are the kings. That's why it's called the Ring of Kings. ”

"What are you holding me for, because of the prophecy of the Dark Star Earth?" Asa began.

In fact, he has been waiting for the Pope.

"Sort of. The Pope nodded.

"Then I'm shocked to tell you that you're all wrong. Asa smiled wryly.

"You've been trying to get me. It's for the power of the Sun Well and the Leaves of the World Tree. It's a pity. What you think you're wrong......"

"Oh?" the Pope was surprised.

"That's what Morriel told me, believe it or not......"

"Oh? looks like you've got a lot of work under Negan. Actually, I also want to ask you about this, you can say......" The Pope sat up straight.

When he had finished listening to Asa's story, the Pope let out a long sigh and lay back on his bench, his face full of astonishment, and he closed his eyes and did not move. He was going to slowly digest what Asa had just said. After a while, he opened his eyes, regained that calm, and said lightly, "What an interesting story......

"It's not a story. Asa said lightly.

"I know, I know what you mean. I can hear you're not lying. The Pope nodded slowly. "In other words, there's no great prophecy in this, and you don't really have anything to do with this necromancer's giant maelstrom, do you? That's what you want to tell me. ”

"Yes. Asa nodded.

"But I'm telling you, I didn't arrest you because of that prophecy. I didn't take those things to heart from the beginning. The Pope said lightly, his gray eyes, listless, but as stable as a rock that had been precipitated for hundreds of millions of years. "Asking you about the situation under Negan is just one of the purposes of my visit. The main thing is...... I wanted to come and have a good look at you......"

"What?" Asa's eyes widened, and he wanted to prick up his ears if he could, he suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing.

"I don't believe in such a thing as fate, which is an illusion created by the weak...... But what...... Sometimes there are many coincidences that give people the illusion that there is such a thing as 'fate'. It's a lot of fun, it's fun...... Especially when I look at you, it's even more interesting...... Actually, we're really related......" The Pope looked as if he was talking to him as if he was muttering to himself.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Shi Sa asked.

The Pope did not speak again, but half-reclined in his chair and quietly looked at Asa who was nailed to the wall not far away. But his eyes gradually drifted away, as if he saw something else far away through Asa's body, and his expression was very strange, as if he was reminiscing, but Asa couldn't distinguish anything from it at all.

For a long time, the Pope remained in such a strange state of trance, and Asa did not speak. In this huge iron box, an old man and a young man looked at each other without saying a word. The Pope didn't mean to speak, but Asa didn't know what to say.

Finally, the Pope let out a long sigh, his gaze closed, and he raised his voice and shouted. Then Lancelot opened the door and walked in.

"This man must be well guarded, and he must not be allowed to escape, you know that. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Lancelot nodded.

"But this man's skills are good, and his luck seems to have been even better, as you should know. ”

"Yes, I know that, that's why I made this shackle. This should be something he can't get rid of. ”

"Actually, you don't have to use such complicated means. There is a simpler, more effective and direct way......" the Pope pointed weakly, as if pointing to the chains on Asa's body, and as if to some other place. "Didn't I say it's okay as long as he's still alive, and it's okay to break two or three of his hands and feet......"

Lancelot did not answer directly, but knelt down on one knee in front of the Pope and said, "Your Majesty, you can rest assured that you will never let him escape with the honor of a knight. ”

"Well, since you say so, then I'm really relieved. The Pope stood up again, coughed lightly twice, and without looking at Asa again, he turned and walked out the door. "By the way, Knight Talis's faith and loyalty are beyond doubt, so let her return to her position as a Templar Knight. ”

"Yes. Lancelot stood up and followed the Pope out of his cell, and as he walked out the door, he turned his head and glanced at Asa with meaningful eyes.

With a bang, the door of the iron prison closed again, and only a small light came from the small ventilation hole.

"Bastard...... How so...... But...... What the hell is going on now......"

Asa let out a long sigh.

In fact, long after the Archangel disappeared and the Templars tied up Assa, Lancelot had already ordered the Templars: "Just cut off his hands and feet, don't let him die." There was no need for the Pope's guidance, and Lancelot knew that such a method was indeed the best and most effective way to deal with Asa.

"Stop. Talis rose from the rubble. She wasn't dead, not even too badly wounded, except that the hand and sword that had resisted Asa's stab were broken. Fragments of the sword smeshed into her arm, a blur of flesh.

"What?" Lancelot looked at his disciple.

"Wouldn't it be nice to keep him in good custody? Talis came over and looked at Asa. Her eyes were still strange, still a very sad determination.

"It's the most effective way, don't be stupid. Lancelot waved his hand at the sword-wielding Templar, a faint order. "Chopped. ”

A sword slashed, blood splattered, and a hand also flew. But it wasn't Asa's hand.

It was Talis's hand, and she flew in front of Assa, and her hand flew in place of Asa's.

"Teacher, I beg you. The splatters of blood stained Talis's face, it was her own blood. But neither her voice nor her expression was out of control because of the pain. The blood-stained face is not firm, but stubborn. It wasn't like there was no way she could block the sword in any other way, but she used it this way.

Lancelot looked at his disciple with a gloomy look on his face. Then he sighed again and nodded.