The old lady leaned against the wall and returned to her room, and as soon as she had packed her luggage, there was a thud at the top of the stairs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Heavy footsteps were caused by steel boots and heavy armor, and the two vigilante guards carried Byron back on their shoulders. They searched around the room, and found only a small transparent vial on the wooden bed in the priest's room, a few eyelashes from the milky white liquid remaining at the bottom of the bottle clinging to the wall of the bottle, and the peculiar smell of the old man in the room was mixed with a faint fragrance, which was the smell of mint leaves, which was used to temper the bitterness of the potion.

"It's an invisible potion, she's still around. The tall guard had just finished speaking.

With a bang, Ryder broke out of the window and jumped downstairs.

"The invisibility potion only lasts a minute, and she shouldn't have run far. You stay here, don't run around. The guards threw Byron on the bed of the Reverend Nila and ran out in two steps.

Byron was stunned, lying on the bed, struggling to lift his head slightly, and the high bridge of his nose rubbed against the rough linen sheets, and immediately turned red.

The air behind him fluctuated, and the old lady's slightly gaunt figure appeared beside the bed. Holding the black cat in her arms, she pulled out a fruit knife from the bulging cowhide bag she was carrying on her body, and stared at Byron's head with cloudy eyes.

Swept away by this malicious look, the high perception made Byron's goosebumps immediately appear all over his body with his back to the old lady.

He no longer had the strength to turn his head, and his sticky mouth gently closed one by one, and his drooping eyelids closed completely. His hands lay limply on the bed, his index finger moving slightly.

"There it is!"

The slight clash of potions and gold coins dangling in Priest Nela's cloth revealed his location.

After the terrible scream, the old lady fell to the ground and fainted, she was tired today - warlocks who rely on the power of bloodline inheritance have always used physical strength to cast spells, and she has used too much witchcraft today.

Byron's closed eyes didn't have the strength to open anymore, he didn't close his eyes, he could still grit his teeth and persevere, once he closed his eyes, the comfort and anti-loosening instantly broke his last atrium, and the sound of light and long breathing sounded rhythmically in the room.

Barracks dungeon

"It's moving, it's really moving!"

It's noisy!

Byron opened his eyes in a huff, and was greeted by a neat row of iron fences, scattered with withered yellow hay all over the ground. He moved his body, the effect of the touch of fatigue had faded, and the feeling of lightness filled the young man's heart.

Byron happily rolled over and sat up, only to notice that a thin man in the next cell was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his face solemn with his eyes closed.

On the man's right hand, a mass of silvery-white liquid enveloped his entire little arm, and the surface of the liquid surged like a breeze on the water.

Byron lunged at the railing and slammed it against the railing, his face looking at the man with excitement and excitement like any other prisoner in his cell, who was lying on the railing curiously and excitedly. The upheaval forced Byron to say to the man, "Sir, can you take the liquid in your hands...... Can you show me something?"

The man opened his triangular eyes, sneered disdainfully, and glanced at Byron lightly. Several onlookers in the distance also laughed.

"Haven't you seen an ascetic, young man?"

"That's the ascetic's weapon. ”

Byron ignored the noise around him, and looked at the ascetic steadily. He whispered, "You are not an ascetic. ”

The man's eyes were empty, silent, and his eyes closed. At this moment, the silvery-white liquid in his hand shook unsteadily. The man frowned and leaned over to Byron's side: "Little one, it's not a wise choice to make enemies on all sides. ”

The liquid shaking in the man's hand immediately stopped, and he smiled with satisfaction, as if he was very satisfied with Byron's superiority. Then he moved to Byron's side again.

"Young man, do you know what this is?" the man asked in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

Byron nodded, of course he knew.

"What is this?" the man leaned forward slightly.

Byron did not answer him, but looked at him meaningfully.

The man coughed lightly and smashed his mouth: "Tell me everything you know, and our cunning fox will not treat you badly." ”

Byron nodded: "Where did you find this thing?"

A fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes, and he said with a smile: "I took it from a merchant." ”

Byron nodded again, the man wasn't going to tell the truth. If nothing else, it must have been stolen from a temple, or it was simply robbed of a temple.

After all, according to the Star Oath, these bones of gods that fell from the sky must be handed over to the temple.

"Lean in, these words can't be heard by a third person. Byron smiled.

The man rolled his eyes widely, feeling that his IQ had been deeply insulted.

"You were still nursing when I came out to mingle, boy. If there is something to say, they can hear it from this position, and I chopped this hand and fed it to the dogs. ”

Byron licked his lips lightly and reached over the iron fence. The man was taken aback, and if it weren't for Byron's lack of possession, he would have almost struck.

"It's called, well, let me think about it, I don't remember the exact number. Byron thought deeply, his natural memory was vague and unreliable, and he had long since forgotten what it was.

"Well??" The man thought for a moment, wasn't the word number something that inspectors often put on barrels, but what did it have to do with wine?

The young man was in the dimly lit dungeon, his eyes sparkling. The man knew such a look, and every time he succeeded in stealing, he could see similar looks in the eyes of his companions.

The man had a vague sense that something was wrong.

As Byron spoke, a language the man had never heard before echoed through the dungeon.

"Request secondary permissions. ”

The silver-white liquid that the man had hidden in his pocket came alive, and he pulled it out, and the unusually smooth liquid continued to vibrate with fine particles.

The mechanical female voice sounded in the minds of the two of them: "Secondary authority has been deployed, please enter the command." ”

The man was so frightened that he threw the silver-white liquid in his hand to the ground and took a few steps back.

"System self-test. Byron continued to speak calmly, but his trembling voice betrayed his inner agitation.

After a second of silence, the female voice sounded again: "The main body is damaged, and the integrity is 3%...."

The man had been pushed to the other side of the cell, unaware that the puddle of liquid could speak.

PS: It would be nice if someone watched it...... Don't scribble, cover your face. Ay...