The sound of chains clashing outside the cell. The door to the www.biquge.info suddenly opened, and Eren reached out to support the damp rough wall behind him, trying to get up, but the bright light of a torch pierced his eyes.

"Four strangers," came an old voice. It wasn't the jailer who often came to bring food and water, this time the jailer seemed to have a rickety back, but he was also wearing a black cloak, and the light of the torch on his left hand darkened half of his face. "It doesn't seem like you like it very much. He gently closed the iron door behind him and slowly walked towards the four of them.

Alan guessed that he wasn't a jailer, and apart from the familiar sound of the harsh keys, the jailers here didn't seem to be good at talking, and they didn't care if they liked the damn black cell. "Who are you?" he asked, feigning weakness, "why are you here?" he tried to open his eyes, but the approaching light of the fire made him a little uncomfortable. As the man approached, he smelled a faint scent of smoke that only existed on the servants of God.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I have no ill will, and my intentions. He walked over to the wall and whispered as he lit the bonfire on it with a torch, "Honestly, what do you think of it?"

"It sucks!" Sersi spoke first.

"Oh, is it?" said the man sadly, "and it seems that no one likes it here." He lit the campfire, set the torch aside, and sat down across from Sercy, allowing the timid Steven to hide behind Mike. "If you had a chance to go out now, would you go out?" he said, pulling the hood on his head behind his head and looking at the four of them with a calm expression.

By the dim light of the fire, Alan found that his face was as old as his voice, his sunken eye sockets looked like two black holes in the dim light, his hair was half bald, and he was left gray, his bare scalp was like a baby's skin, pink, and the old hands rubbing his knees seemed to have only skin and bones. "You must first tell me your name, Priestess. Alan said softly.

The old man turned his gaze to Alan, then smiled gently. "I've heard of your ingenuity, Alan Dalton. He licked his dry lips, "My name is Harwin, but not the priest, and now, I've told you my name, for you." He put down his hand that was rubbing his knees and leaned forward, "Tell me, do you want to go out?"

"Of course!" Selcie once again preempted Allen.

"You don't seem to want to go out. Harwin looked at Allen, "I have to warn you, and your three friends, that you won't be here for long, and if I'm right, the council is going on to deal with you, and if nothing else, you're going to die in this prison tonight....."

Alan still didn't move, just looked at Harwin quietly.

"Tell me, who have you arrested, is there a woman with long chestnut hair?" Mike asked, frowning, wary.

"If the information is accurate, there is only one woman, but her hair is not chestnut. Harwyn turned around and told him.

"What's her name?" asked Sersi anxiously.

"I don't know," Harwyn retracted and thumped his waist, "don't worry, she's in our hands, she's safe now." ”

Alan leaned his back against the clammy, cold wall, his eyes lowered, as if thinking about something. "You guys?" he looked up when he heard that, "That means the city of your is now divided into at least two factions, isn't it?" he continued, looking at the slight change in Harwin's face, "What kind of faction do you belong to?

"It looks like you really don't want to go out. Harwin said with some displeasure.

This was a very interesting thing to Allen. "You don't have to intimidate me, at least until we find Linde, no one will want us dead. He spoke contemptuously, "Anyway, what's going on in the city of your?"

Harwin's face was now like a statue, and the firelight cast an eerie orange over his old skin, casting a deep shadow under his sunken eyes. "I now finally understand why the Priestess asked me to be careful with you. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Eren with hatred, "Since you know that the city of your is now in danger of falling apart, presumably, you also know that the lord of your is never hereditary, the master of the Flame Legion is the next lord of your city, and the heir of the legion is decided by the Flame Priest." ”

"Seven years ago, the priest had chosen his successor, the little one who was born with no fear of fire. Harwyn slowly got up and looked down at the four, "Cunham instructed his eldest son, Kane, to expel the heir. Now that Namm is dying, the Flame Priest gathers the Templars in the Sanctuary to search for the exiled heir Linde throughout the continent of Sumer, but Kane is one step ahead and finds your army in the gorge, fortunately, he didn't catch Linde, thank goodness!"

"You're going to let us help the priest find Linde?" Alan stood up, the weakness he had just pretended to be gone.

"You're not worried that we're running away?" Mike chuckled.

"The woman is still in our possession, isn't it, Lord Selcy?" Halwyn smiled slightly, "and besides, one of the four of you must be left to continue to suffer in this dark dungeon. ”

"Even if we find it, will you be able to keep Linde safe?" said Allen, "Besides, how do I know that you are looking for Linde or if you have some other purpose, and that Namu's eldest son is on the side of justice?"

"Where is justice in the struggle for power?" Harwin snapped, "Lord Priest has always adhered to the will of God Namu, if it has to be more justice, the greater number is justice, and the victor is justice, and there are ninety percent of the flame believers in the whole of your," he leaned forward, his sunken eye sockets gradually closing in on Alan, "Besides, we will win, even if you refuse, Lord Alan Dalton." ”

"Deal. "What next?" he looked around, "How are we going to get out?"

"I'm sorry, didn't you see me wearing this dogskin too?" said Harwyn as he unbuttoned his black cloak.

The cell door opened again, and two "jailers", also dressed in black cloaks, entered. "Put on their clothes," said Harwin, "but one of you must be left, and if I suggest, I would like the naked friend to stay, for he is too conspicuous for the priest to bribe the jailer, and he may not be able to get out of the gates, and will be caught." ”

"And then?" asked Allen as he took off his sweaty leather armor and put on his black cloak, "where do we get out of?"

"Once you're out, follow the spiral staircase all the way up until you reach the top floor, and someone will guide you. Harwyn took the Eruciated steel sword from one of the "jailers" and handed it to Allen, "Three, please remember that the city of your is still Kane's, and you can meet his pursuers at any time. ”

Alan fastened his cloak, looked at the light outside the door, and hid his face in the dark hood.