As night falls on Nippur, the land is covered with a silvery twilight of the moonlight, and the Unun River is drenched in waves, and the fishing boats on the river are swaying in the wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info At this time, the heavy snow has stopped.

There were few people on the street, and Alan crossed the stone bridge over the Ununn River alone, his steps were a little hurried, and his long chestnut hair was not tied into a ponytail as usual, but scattered casually over his shoulders, this outfit seemed to be intentional, he didn't seem to want to be recognized, but the gray cloak and the black steel sword at his waist seemed to have revealed his identity.

A figure followed him from a distance, but he didn't notice it.

Outside the cell was full of soldiers, and they couldn't get through a small cell, and as Kenny said, even a small fly could hardly fly into it unnoticed.

"Lord Allen. The guard at the door bowed slightly, and his gaze fell on the black steel sword at Allen's waist.

"I don't want to hear that Barton has escaped. Alan said as he looked at the soldier in front of him.

"Never, not even the god Namu. The soldier replied.

"Very well, don't tell anyone, I've been here. Alan patted the soldier on the shoulder and took out a silver coin and shoved it into the soldier's hand.

The soldier took the silver coin, and with a hint of joy on his face, he bowed slightly again and reached out in an inviting gesture. Alan walked into the cell first, and the soldier closed the door and locked the cold wind out.

They made their way up the stone steps to the second basement floor, where the cold and wet air made Alan shiver, except for the rows of group cells where felons were held, where darkness and cobwebs were the main furnishings.

When they reached the end, the soldier opened a small hidden door, and the fire on the wall rock swayed as the wooden door opened, and another spiral stone staircase leading to the bottom appeared in front of them, and Alan did not know that there were three underground levels of this prison.

He walked down the stone steps, the dim light of the fire forcing him to look down at his feet, the slippery steps were covered with moss, and it looked like it had not been inhabited by prisoners for a long time.

As he descended the last stone staircase, a small sigh could be heard in the distance, a small voice that seemed to be from Barton in the quiet of the third floor of the cell.

Following the direction of the sound, he walked through the narrow passage that connected to the cell, which, unlike the two-story log cell, was a single enclosed room made of stone walls.

Alan walked to the last cell, the soldier at the door bowed slightly, Alan waved the back of his hand, the soldier took out the key to open the heavy wooden door, and then retreated.

In a hut less than ten feet square, there was only one table that was so worn out that it was too wooden to be seen, and the stench of musty acid was accommodating.

By the pitiful flame of the thin candle on the broken table, the former Lord of Nipur was chained to his limbs and fixed to the cold stone wall, his head hanging on his left shoulder, the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried up, the silver armor on his body had been removed, and all that remained was the emaciated cheeks of fatigue and remorse.

"Good day, Lord Patton. Alan said gently.

Barton straightened his neck and stared blankly at the uninvited guest in his eyes, and after a long look, he slowly opened his mouth. "I think it's already night, little bunny..... Ahem....."

"It's been a long night, maybe you should be a little more respectful, so that I might talk with you a little longer. Alan said with a smile.

"Hehe....." Barton lowered his head and smiled disdainfully, "a nobody, and you want me to grovel to you, too?" do you think you've succeeded? man, you're naïve.....

"Really?" Alan put his hands behind his back and looked at Barton with interest, "Tell me, where is my innocence?"

Barton glanced at him, his gaze fell on his toes, and answered Alan with silence.

"What?, asleep?" said Allen, stepping forward and placing a hand on Barton's shoulder.

"Bunny, take your hands away!" Barton roared suddenly, "Who do you think you are? Get out of here!"

"It seems that your failure is not in vain, Barton, you are too grumpy. Alan stared at Patton's bloodshot eyes and commented in his usual tone.

"Maybe tomorrow now, you'll be tied up here like me, even worse..... Ahem....." Barton gasped and threatened.

"Oh, really?" Alan smiled, "Then I'm going to finish what I want to say, or I won't have a chance tomorrow." ”

"What do you think this is?" Alan pulled out a pink hairpin as if by magic, and shook it in front of Barton's eyes.

Barton snorted softly, his eyes widening as he swept his eyes over the hairpin in front of him. "Tell me!" he yelled hysterically, "where did you get this?"

A roar echoed through the cramped cell, and Eren took a few steps back with a bitter expression, playing with the hairpin in his hand and reaching out to scratch the base of his ear.

"You damn bunny, where the hell did you get this hairpin?!" Barton almost lost his mind.

"Shhh

Alan made a silent gesture and looked at Barton with a smile. "Don't be so nervous, man, it's just a hairpin, and it's not a particularly rare treasure, is it?" he said delightfully.

Barton squirmed his itchy throat, trying to suppress the anger and worry in his heart, but his body still trembled slightly.

"You look like you're angry. Alan smiled and said, "If you want to know where this thing came from?" ”

Barton gritted his teeth and glared at Alan fiercely, his eyes swept to the hairpin again, which he had given his daughter for her birthday.

After a while, he lowered his head and whispered, "Knight, please tell me, where did you get this hairpin?"

"Hahaha!" Alan let out a burst of arrogant laughter, "Yes, it seems sincere, you are a good father, but unfortunately the request came a little late, I changed my mind." He said as he pinned the hairpin to Barton's collar, "Now I'll ask you two questions, answer me well, and I'll tell you." ”

"Liar, you liar!" Barton hissed.

"You don't have a choice. Alan patted Barton on the cheek and lowered his voice, "Do you have anyone under you who can conjure witchcraft?" think clearly before answering, it's your daughter's life, I can let you see her right now, whether it's naked or corpse....." he smiled playfully, "It's up to you to behave." ”

"Nope. Barton replied without thinking.

"Are you sure you don't want to think about it again? Bella is right outside the door. Alan smiled playfully again.

"Namu God testifies, there really isn't. Barton looked at Alan and replied.

Alan thought for a moment and nodded.

"You let me see Bella first, or I won't answer the second question!" Barton said with a glare.

Alan smiled, turned his face and shouted out the door, "Soldiers, that girl belongs to ..... tonight."

"Don't, don't, knight, I beg you, for Namu's sake, don't hurt her....." Barton begged.

"Then don't say anything superfluous. Alan said coldly, "Second question, what did Sersi and you say outside the city gate.....?

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door opening in the distance, followed by a clear footsteps.

"If you don't want Bella to become a prostitute, you'd better keep your mouth shut and don't let anyone know that I've been here....."

After saying that, Alan turned and walked to the cell, then turned back, he removed the hairpin from the collar of Batton, anxiously pushed the door open, and hid in the opposite cell.

The sound of crisp footsteps was getting closer, and the sound echoed in the quiet of the cell, which seemed unusually harsh.

Then, Alan heard the wooden door being pushed open.

(To be continued.) )