While the prisoners were commotioning, a monk came up to the cell, with a silver candlestick in his hand, his face pale by the candlelight, his eyes seemed unwilling to look directly into the gloomy cell, looking into the distance, chanting a mantra in his mouth, and sprinkling holy water on the iron door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Burn him, Warlock!" Broken Tooth yelled at Odin, "Burn this!"

"Bah!" a short man covered in ticks spat at the monk.

The other big man shook the bars desperately, babbling throughout the cell, his teeth bared and saliva coming out of his mouth, looking like a wild beast.

"Bite him to death, wolf fang, didn't you say that you killed your brother who was fighting for birth?!" a thin man next to him screamed at the beast.

The big man, known as "Wolf's Tooth," drooled and said to the thin man: "What's it called, rat! A professional killer who can even drill through cracks in the wall, get out! Kill him! I'm annoyed when I hear him speak!"

"The gods have told you to let us bleed, and we're going to crawl out of the underworld and take your life, haha!" Broken Tooth continued to shout at the monks, probably their most excited moment of the day. Going to the gallows anyway - who cares about a monk in the church!

The monk looked at the men in the cell with great disgust—it was commonplace, but he still wished that they would be strangled—or sent to the Inquisition to taste the taste of being hung on a barbed chain.

So he chanted in a low voice and said the "Stillness Mantra", and the air in the cell stopped flowing, and the sound stopped spreading, and the faces of the prisoners who cursed loudly turned pale because they could not breathe in oxygen.

"All right, my lord. Then Odin stood up and said to the monk in a begging tone: "Spare these poor people. ”

The "Stillness Charm" didn't work against this guy - the monk certainly didn't think that there were good people in this cell, and he had seen too many of the most vicious people who were full of lies.

It seemed to him that this pleading criminal must have learned some fur tricks from somewhere, and now wanted to show off in front of him, or did he really think that those little tricks could knock down a god-servant and escape?

It's unfortunate not to even carry out the punishment, or to release the "Holy Fire Curse" in private, and no one will find out?

Faced with the humiliation of these inferior creatures, the monk was determined to give them a little color.

Having made up his mind, he began to chant a hymn in a low voice, echoing between the cold stone walls as a ball of fire fell on the grass in his cell.

The already thin air was burned and robbed by the flames, and the prisoners clutched their throats and rushed against the iron bars around them, but they were weak because of the lack of oxygen, and looked at their feet and calves in horror, burning oil and blood blisters in the flames.

Only the fair-skinned prisoner stood up and said to the monk with a smiling expression, "My lord, even if they have sinned, they should not defile your hands." ”

The monk looked at him with cold eyes, and did not answer, as if talking to the prisoners would lower his status - he did not even bother to say such clichés as "the god Osiris gives punishment to sinners, and sinners repent and pray for forgiveness from God" - these prisoners were not human beings in his eyes.

He was going to let this garbage lie on his stomach and beg for mercy, paying the price for insulting a noble monk.

However, what made the monk even angrier was that the criminal, laughing, as if not feeling the heat around him, began to chant the hymn in the same tone:

"The supreme God Osiris, the source of all things, and the believer return to you!

His ancient imperial Chinese was much more beautiful than the standard sung by the monks. The flames in the cage were like countless fiery snakes spitting out letters and rushing towards the iron pillar, reaching the sorcerer's feet.

"I am the sword and the sword, the wind and the light, to drive away the uncleanness of the world!"

The moment the spell fell, all the firelight rose from the haystack, passed through the iron prison, and surrounded the monk!

The flames jumped onto his white embroidered gold robe, and the fabric began to burn violently, emitting an unpleasant scorching smell, and the monk finally lost his image and began to frantically slap the fire on his body.

However, the tongue of fire crept up on the monk, and at last he could not care about the majesty of the god servant, and began to fight in a hurry, but he could not concentrate on meditating and chanting the mantra, so that these hateful fires were extinguished, and his whole body looked like a tree on fire.

"Well done, Warlock!" the prisoners, who had survived, immediately forgot their lesson and began to shout.

"Burn him!" the men in the iron prison had just gasped, their hoarse voices like a jagged saw, and each of them had a cannibalistic expression, wishing that the monk wanted to kill them—that the man in front of them would immediately turn to ashes.

The young man who had cast the spell was still standing on the grass closest to the cell door, the smile in his eyes was getting thicker and thicker, and under the firelight, his face flickered and darkened, like a mask on his head, and was now regarded as a god by his fellow inmates.

"Warlock, you are our god!" someone shouted in a thoughtless voice, to a round of applause.

Amid the shouts of "burn him", the two jailers finally arrived—they could see that they had just drunk, played cards, and were drowsy. It took ten minutes for them to shout and descend the stairs to the hallways of the dungeon.

They were very impatient—this was not the first time that the Venerable Monk had provoked the prisoners and caused trouble, and had repeatedly caused their lives before the execution, and had made them bear the blame, and they wished that the prisoners would make the troublesome monks stop a little.

But when they arrived at the dungeon, they were shocked by what they saw - the monk had become a burning man, writhing in an orange-white fireball, like a lit caterpillar.

And none of the prisoners in the cage escaped except screaming, and the door remained locked—how the hell did they do it!

Without thinking about it, the jailer brought a wooden bucket of water, which seeped from the drain pipe and smelled of it, and poured it on the monk!

The monk, who had been doused with the stench of excrement, finally escaped from the fire, his white robe almost burned away, and only a few pieces of cloth hung on his body, and he sat on the ground with his bare buttocks, and pointed at the iron prison tremblingly and shouted: "Quick, send this blasphemer to the Inquisition!"

The jailer almost couldn't help laughing, but he didn't dare to disobey the order of the monk, so he hurriedly opened the cell door, kicked the young man who cast the spell to the ground, and chained his hands.

"Let go, he's a hero!" Broken Tooth shouted with a fist, and he punched the jailer to the ground.

The prisoners next to him also gathered around, squeezing the jailer into a corner, and the wolf fang roared, punching the drunken enforcer to the point of vomiting blood.

"Don't make a fuss - I'm locked up and can't help you. Unless you want to be burned alive by that slick adult. Odin whispered.

Hearing this, the prisoners stopped—not because they were afraid of the embarrassed monk, but because they had somehow unconsciously obeyed the young man's orders.

The two jailers got up from the ground, their eyes glazed over, and they fumbled several times before they found the chain—the rat tried to jump up and kick the two guys for their lives, but Odin stopped them.

It took a hard struggle for the jailer to put chains around Odin's neck - the thin young man was so obedient that the chains rattled on him, and he was as light as a piece of firewood, and was led out of the aisle by the enforcers.

The monk watched the prisoner being subdued, and cried out viciously: "Let him be punished with the most cruel punishment! Send him to the Inquisition! Put him on the Pillar of Shame!"

The two jailers, who had just eaten their fists, did not dare to offend either the dignified mage or the criminal in front of them, and now they woke up, but their minds were dizzy—probably the spell that set the monk on fire just now was made by this seemingly kind fellow, and when they entered the dungeon, they were all extremely vicious.

No sooner had they ascended the stairs than they were stopped by a well-dressed official.

"This warlock had committed arson in the imperial capital, a serious crime, and in order to find out the conspiracy behind it, the chief justice decided to interrogate him in secret. ”

"But, sir...... This...... Not in accordance with the rules...... "The dizzy jailer stuttered even when he spoke, but remembered his duty.

"Or ...... We'll take him to his cell first, you ...... ...... to the Lord Chancellor Application for arraignment ......" Another jailer was already incoherent.

"This is the decree of the Judge - if you will obstruct your official duties, you shall be punished as a dereliction of duty. The officer threatened, dangling a letter in front of the jailer, clearly stamped with the seal of the Chancellor.

"Your Excellency...... We...... Nor can I read...... Now that you have the paperwork, take him away...... "There are enough frightens today, and the jailer only hopes that this unfortunate day will pass quickly.

So Odin, with chains around his neck, hands and feet, followed the officials out of the dungeon, where he was blindfolded with a black cloth and loaded into a carriage.