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What Sika said is clearly framed.

Seeing that several guards stepped forward to tie their hands tightly, William's face was calm and did not resist. He instructed Crean a few words, and was taken away by Sika and the others on the spot.

Outside the mansion of the Lester family, on the cold streets of East Street in the aristocratic district of the imperial capital.

Riding on his tall horse, Sika glanced back. When he saw the law enforcement guards of the Page family escorting a batch of stolen 'ordnance' that had been searched, he suddenly smiled.

"Last time at His Majesty's dinner, I warned you. We could have been friends and lived in harmony. Now it's what you brought on yourself. ”

William stared ahead, not blinking his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard what Schika had said.

"This time you planted it in my hands, and no one can save you. Sika said directly, "Just now, don't think I don't know, you want to pass on the news and let that guy Lei Ao come to save you." ”

Sika said, a look of victory on his face, "Unfortunately, you're too naïve. Your case has been linked to the assassination incident. Even if that guy wants to save you again, he doesn't have that ability. ”

William remained silent, not utter a word.

Sika was bored with himself, and his heart was annoyed, so he asked him to speed up his pace and take William to the confessional prison in the forbidden area of the imperial capital.

The Penitent's Prison was built in the time of Charlemagne and has a history of more than 700 years.

Although this prison has a long history, it does not mean that the penitential prison is famous. In fact, for more than 700 years, the prison has undergone very few repairs.

Overgrown corners, mossy stone walls, vines crawling all over the eaves...... The Penitent's prison is so dilapidated that only a few inmates who have no fighting spirit or magic skills are kept here.

People who have been in such an environment for a long time will have more or less problems with their hearts.

For example, Gleason, the warden of the Penitent's prison and known as the 'Bloody Butcher'.

There's a reason Gleason was called the 'Bloody Butcher' by the inmates. Almost every year, he receives reports from relatives of prisoners that he has mistreated them, and there are so many reports that they can almost fill a large bookshelf.

Gleason was nearly fifty years old, and was as bald as Viscount Mordo, the lord of Wildfire Town in Kuwait's province. However, he was more completely bald, and there was not a single hair on his head, and he was bald at all.

His teeth are yellow, and his face still bears a long scar left by a previous wound in the army, and when he laughs, he is particularly hideous.

"Gleason, this prisoner has committed an unpardonable sin! I need someone to treat him well, you know what I mean?"

At the gate of the Penitential Prison, outside a small iron door, Schika glanced at William coldly and said intently.

Beside Sika, Gleason smiled flatteringly, "Master Sika, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'm going to definitely let people greet this kid tonight. ”

Shika heard this and nodded slowly.

Gleason smiled even more eagerly.

Sika glanced at Gleason in disgust, frowned, and said, "Don't smile at me in front of me in the future." Don't you know, when you laugh, it's especially disgusting?"

Gleason was stunned.

"In a few days, my Page family will send someone to interrogate and take the prisoner away. When the time comes, the benefits will be indispensable to you. Sika said, surrounded by a group of law enforcement guards, turned on his horse, and turned to leave.

Sika took the people away. Gleason, however, had a gloomy expression.

He glanced at William, who was expressionless, and led him directly to a small cell.

The cell was small, walled on three sides, and the remaining one was both an exit and an entrance, sealed by an iron door.

There are no extra windows, and not a single ray of sunlight can shine in.

There is a strange and disgusting smell in the air.

In the cell, there was nothing but a wet, moldy haystack on the floor.

Opposite William's cell, there was also an empty cell, which was uninhabited.

In the empty aisles, lit by only a few old oil lamps, the darkness was banished.

The environment, very quiet, so quiet that it was frustrating.

William searched around the cell, but found nothing, and in vain, he took out his handkerchief and laid it on a relatively clean ground and sat down.

I sat alone for a long time.

Here, William could not tell the time, whether it was day or night.

Just as a wave of irritability gradually rose in his heart, the sound of heavy footsteps could be faintly heard in the dim corridor outside the cell.

A burly man with only a gray rag around his crotch appeared.

He stood outside William's cell, his thick arms gripping the iron door, shaking violently and whining.

William's brow furrowed.

Seeing this scene, the rag man looked perverted with excitement.

He directly ripped off the rag between his crotch.

With a puff of mouth, he spit out a small rusty key hidden in his mouth.

William's brows tightened, and his gaze turned cold.

The rag man was even more excited.

With trembling hands, he opened the iron door of the cell with the key, and a hungry tiger pounced on William.

William immediately took a deep breath.

He didn't have a knife.

But he can magic.

A fireball spell burning with raging flames smashed directly at the rag man's head and face.

The rag man was in mid-air, his arms wide open. Instead of hugging William, he hugged a large fireball the size of a basin, and with a bang, his whole body exploded.

He was torn apart, his entrails flowing, and blood splattered William's face.

William's furrowed brow finally eased.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, only to feel refreshed, and the whole world was quiet.

It feels good.

But someone feels bad.

In fact, Gleeson, the warden of the Penitential Prison, had been on the other side of the aisle, watching the scene from afar.

When the rag man opened the iron door with the key in his mouth and threw himself inside, Warden Gleason didn't hear any panicked screams.

On the contrary, with a loud roar, when the firelight flickered, the rag man 'flew' out incompletely.

Blood splattered all over the floor, and smoths of organ flesh stuck to the walls, everywhere.

A disgusting smell permeated the air.

Warden Gleason smelled it, and when he saw it, his face turned pale instantly.

He couldn't control it anymore, and he fell to the ground and vomited violently.

"Mr. Gleeson, Warden, if you don't mind, I think we need to have a good talk. ”

At this time, William's voice suddenly came out of the cell.