Maffeo entered a dusty, rat-filled, damp cell, like many looted castles, lifeless. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The prisoners sometimes make some noise, but that will immediately attract scolding from the guards. The guards here are the shadows in their hearts, and the demons they least want to see. Maffeo leaned against the cold walls, listening to the movement outside the door, and it looked like the two guards had not returned.

He knew he needed to hurry, he didn't have much time. Maffeo didn't know what was going on inside the cell, so he could only use the ghost swordsman's unusual sensory abilities to detect everything that was going on here. He leaned his back against the wall, throwing his body into the black silhouette where the faint light of the oil lamp did not illuminate. He closed his eyes and sensed everything in his cell. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and lowered himself to reach deeper into the cell from where the shadows were.

Everything here has no value, and even the guards who guard it are disgusted by everything here. Prisoners are like madmen, and all they have in such a place is despair. Maffeo passed a table, which was around the corner. A few yards in front of him, the guards dozed against the wall, and Maffeo glanced at the table, which contained his belongings.

It was like a small warehouse, with flints, quills, razors with bony handles, a commemorative coin that looked like a bank, and a bunch of keys—and his greatest negligence. In any case, it was hard for them to think that someone would sneak into the prison in the dead of night, and they thought that everyone would subconsciously leave when they saw the building that seemed to be pressed against their heads.

Maffeo slowed his pace, and he could hear his own heavy breathing. And the other party's dozing snoring almost sounded in his ears, and his heart was extremely nervous. He stretched out his hand slowly, like a rat stealing cheese. He grabbed the keychain between his two fingers and gently took it over. Without alerting the dozing guy, Maffeo's hanging heart relaxed. He pinned the keys to his belt, intending to go around the other side. He wasn't sure he wouldn't wake him up when he passed by the guard, and that wasn't a wise choice, and it was always best to be safe.

There weren't as many guards in the cell as Maffeo had imagined, and almost all of them were actually leaving their posts without permission. The wooden table inside allows them to sit and play cards, although drinking is absolutely not allowed. Dozing off and staring at the rats scurrying around the ground was the best way to pass the time, and now Maffeo wanted the guys in there not to change shifts.

Luckily, he found the key, and although he was able to smash the door of the cell open with his blood, the movement was sure to alarm the guards. Conflict had always been something that Maffeo had tried to avoid, and he was unwilling to fight the guards over a slight over-the-top request from the owner of the lumberyard.

The brown-haired guy had been gently rocking the door, and his movements were so small that the door barely moved. Although Maffeo, who was closest to the door, managed to hear the voice, he turned to look at the door and the darkness inside, a head peeking out of the crack in the bar. "Did Mr. Hartmann send you?" he said, crushing his voice to his throat.

Maffeo walked over slowly, nodding to him, trying not to speak on his own. "It was so good that I knew he wasn't going to give up on me. "He looked excited, and of course, no one wants to be in this hellish place. Maffeo motioned for him to keep his mouth shut obediently, he wanted to get out of here, so he did as Maffeo wanted.

Maffeo pulled out the keys, and the brown-haired guy couldn't hold himself anymore. He held out a hand through the crack in the bars to clear the way for Maffeo - pointing to one of the keys, and it seemed that this guy had not given up hope in prison like the others, at least he could tell which of the keys on the guard's body belonged to his own door.

The process of opening the cell door was smooth, and Maffeo was slow to prevent the door from making a noise when it opened. After opening the gap that could fully accommodate a person, Maffeo stepped back and moved out of the way, and the guy eagerly slipped out of it. Thankfully, he didn't make any noise, and Maffeo breathed a sigh of relief.

After slowly closing the cell door, Maffeo motioned for the fellow to follow him. The guards were still doing their business as before, and the guy with the key was still dozing. As before, Maffeo lowered his body and quietly put the keys back on the table, then turned to leave.

The brown-haired guy kept following Maffeo in a cat, and he actually had an impression of the route inside the cell, so he ended up keeping parallel to Maffeo. But Maffeo didn't care about that, it was time for him to think about how to get out of prison.

The two guards guarding the door of the cell still hadn't returned, which convinced Maffeo that something must have happened here. But that didn't seem to cause much commotion, which Maffeo found incomprehensible. But who cares about them, all he needs to do is get out of here with this guy as soon as possible.

He quickly burrowed with the brown-haired guy into the blue rose bushes opposite the cell door, the only place in the prison courtyard where he could hide, and although there were no guards at the moment, Maffeo wanted to be on the safe side. The previous route down the wall seemed to be unusable, and even if he jumped up, Maffeo couldn't reach the bars of the windows on the wall, and he couldn't climb out of the prison through this route.

"Didn't you think about your route out before you came in?" the brown-haired guy whispered to Maffeo.

Maffeo looked at him dissatisfied, "If I were a bird, it would be possible to find out what was going on before I came in." ”

"I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have said that. You saved me, thank you so much. The brown-haired guy said apologetically.

"Nothing, wait here. Maffeo gestured with a raised hand, and he then got up and moved against the wall towards the other side of the courtyard.

There weren't many things that could be used here, and the only items that existed here were actually a few barrels in the corner of the courtyard that Maffeo's eyes had captured. It was the only thing here, and Maffeo had confirmed that it contained wine as he got closer. Something that any of the guards would like, but Maffeo didn't understand why they piled barrels of wine here.

But he didn't care about that, it wasn't easy to move the barrels. Sweating, he carried a barrel next to the wall, through which it would have been possible to reach the bars of the windows on the wall, though all he could feel was the ache in his lower back and back. A barrel was enough, and he beckoned to the blue rose bush, motioning for the brown-haired guy to hurry over.

"Well, now, I hope I don't hear you say you're not good at climbing at all. Maffeo pointed to the barrel, then moved his finger upwards to point at the bar.

The brown-haired guy smiled and spread his hands, "I ran through a lot of rooftops when I inquired about the news, and that was the safest way." ”

"Good, come on. I'll be behind you, remember, watch out for archers in the towers around you. "Maffionu nodded.

"Thank you, sir. He jumped onto the barrel, then jumped up again and grabbed the railing and began to climb.

Maffeo didn't move, he was watching the way to the outside of the courtyard and the door to his cell. It wasn't until the guy had climbed about half the height that he turned and jumped onto the barrel. "Okay, Maffeo, now get out of here before the rest of the guys find out what's wrong. He muttered to himself, jumped to his feet, and grabbed the bar.

Just like when you came in, all you had to do was climb as hard as you could except for the archers on the towers. When you get to the ground outside the prison, it means that it is finally over. The brown-haired guy put his hands on his knees, gasped, and said to Maffeo who walked in front of him, "This... Feel...... It's really nostalgic. ”

"So don't drink and make trouble, if you want to come in again. Maffeopi said with a smile.

"Thank you so much......" He held out a hand, but felt something was missing. "What shall I call you, sir?"

"Just call me Fry. Maffeo took his hand, but quickly let go.

"Yes, Mr. Fry, I'm Bowen. ”

"Now, Bowen. Back at the lumberyard, Hartman and Rose have been waiting for you. Maffeo nodded in the direction of the logging site.

"Rose, who's Rose?" said Bowen, confused.

Maffeo frowned, "Colin Rose, red-haired fellow. ”

"I don't remember Mr. Hartman having such a guy around, but I'll make sure when I get back, maybe it's just my new helper when I'm in prison. Bowen nodded, then turned to leave.

Maffeo began to have a suspicion in his mind, and Bowen didn't look like he was lying. But Hartman and Ross do seem to have known each other for a long time, and there has been no tacit understanding between the two. Although they had a slight disagreement about the Thieves' Guild, the general direction was the same.

And what they had said in the lumberyard this morning still didn't want to be believed, and he decided to take time out of his commission to investigate the grocery store in Aucente. He didn't believe that the timber produced in such a lumber yard on the island of Ruava would not be sold in the local shops in Ocent, and that made no sense, even if they had the best reason.