Night once again fell over the imperial capital of Bahrain, and the cold night filled the streets and alleys, driving everyone home to the fire, and even the soldiers on patrol were hurrying, looking forward to completing the patrol mission and returning to the camp to drink a sip of warm wine to dispel the biting chill on their bodies. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the high walls of the Condor Prison, the prison guards still stand in the cold night breeze, faithfully monitoring all movements inside and outside the prison, and on the roads inside and outside the high walls, the patrols patrol back and forth with crisp footsteps, not giving anyone a chance to slip under their noses.

A night breeze blew, and the guard on the high wall shivered, and hurriedly stomped his feet and shrugged his shoulders to move his chilled body, but he didn't notice a small black owl flying silently through the night sky above him, and quietly flew into the prison.

Carrying Rogge, Catherine, and Monica, the little furball on his back, he avoided the layers of checkpoints and guards all the way, and flew into the management room of the Condor Prison through a hidden iron door according to Rogge's request, and the little furball put the three of them down, turning Rogge and Catherine back into their original ways and landing on Rogge's shoulder.

Rog took Catherine along the dimly lit corridor of the management room, observing the signs on the doors on both sides of the corridor as he walked, and before he could go far, a door in front of him suddenly opened, and Rog hurriedly grabbed Catherine's hand and stopped with her back against the wall, and the two who remained still entered an invisible state.

One of the jailers who came out of the open door glanced in the direction of the corridor they were in, but did not see the two invisible men, closed the door and strode in their direction.

Rog and Catherine stood motionless by the wall, watching intently as the jailer walked towards them, only to see him walk past Rogge humming a song, his left arm almost touching Rog's chest, only a fraction of the clasp of his black cloak.

Rog measured the distance between himself and the jailer with his eyes, and hurriedly glanced at the small hairball on his shoulder, Lilith glanced curiously in the direction of the jailer, only to see his arm hit Catherine's towering breasts, and at this time Catherine had already leaned her body against the wall with her chest and abdomen, and there was no room to retreat.

Seeing this, Little Furball's eyes widened, and two immobilization beams shot out to freeze the jailer, Rogge quickly reached out and pulled Catherine over, pulled her forward a few steps, looked up at the room the jailer had just left, pushed the door and walked in.

When the little furball's immobilizing beam stopped, the jailer who had resumed his action couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, looked back at the empty corridor, and frowned suspiciously as he remembered how he couldn't move just now.

At the same time, Rogge and Catherine, who were hiding in the room, were close to the door and listened to the movement outside, and when they heard the footsteps of the jailer leaving, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard the little furball gloating and laughing: "The stupid girl should lose weight, too much flesh on her chest will get in the way!"

Catherine couldn't help but peek at Rogge in embarrassment when she heard her words, Rogge shrugged her eyebrows slyly, and at the same time knocked the little hairball's little head with her hand and said, "What do you know, when you grow up, you will know that it is right for the flesh to be as long as Catherine, not to grow the whole body into a small ball like you." ”

"I don't have any flesh on my body! I'm a slender bird!" the little furball twisted his little ass unconvinced, and retorted triumphantly with his little tail cocked.

Rog squinted his eyebrows and looked at Catherine, smiled and led her inside, Catherine followed Rogge and saw that it was a large rectangular room, lined like a library, with rows and rows of bookshelves on which a large number of brown brown paper bags were placed.

"Go girls, we'll have to look separately and find the files related to William. Rogge, along with Catherine, Lilith and Monica, each searched for a row of file shelves, but they searched for a long time and did not find any files related to William, and according to the prison rules, every criminal entering the prison must leave a file.

Puzzled, Rogge carefully examined each of the file shelves again, and just as he walked to the deepest file shelves in the fourth row, the floor under his feet suddenly caught his attention, and the joints of the stone slabs under his feet had always been neatly extended against the file shelves, but here suddenly the seams were lost, and a whole long stone slab reached straight under the shelves.

Rogge crouched down and gently tapped the unseamed stone slab with his hand, and suddenly showed a sly smile, he gently cut the stone slab with his winged light blade, and when he lifted it, he saw a dark compartment appear underneath, and a stack of files lay quietly inside.

Rogge called the three girls to his side, took out the file signed William, opened the file bag and took out the files inside to check them one by one, which recorded William's identity and resume in detail, when he was in prison and other information.

Suddenly, a "Prisoner Death Report" appeared in front of Rogge, and Rogge frowned and saw that it was written that William, the king of dark wizards, "Bloody Hand", had died in October 1390 AD.

"How can this be?" Rogge looked at the death report in his hand in surprise, if William had died ten years ago, then who was the "William" who had been fighting them by stealing the Hallows?

At this moment, the door of the archive room suddenly opened, and Rogge and the three girls looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Walking into the archive room was the jailer who had just almost bumped into Catherine in the corridor, he had just returned from the toilet, and when he entered the room, he did not notice that there was no one in the room, but went directly to his table at the door and sat down, and began to write an unfinished report in a dim oil lamp, humming a small tune.

Suddenly, the muzzle of a musket was pressed against the back of his head, and the jailer looked up in surprise, only to hear a gloomy male voice say, "Don't move, or your head will bloom." ”

The jailer's eyes widened in surprise, and he didn't dare to move, only to see Rogge's figure appear on his side, Rogge turned his face to himself with his hand, and the jailer stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly exclaimed, "You're not...... Aren't you dead?"

"Do you know who I am?" Rogge looked down curiously at the frightened expression on his face, and the jailer nodded again and again: "Of course, I have been managing criminal files in the Condor Prison for many years, whether I have entered here or not, as long as it is a famous criminal in the empire, I know it!"

"Ah, that's great, we don't have to waste time introducing ourselves. Rogge raised his eyebrows at Catherine, who was standing behind the jailer with a silver hammer against the jailer's head, leaned over and squinted at the jailer, "Since you are so familiar with the criminals inside and outside the Condor Prison, you may be able to explain this to me." ”

He threw William's file bag on the table in front of the jailer, who looked down at the name on the file bag with a trembling look, and said to Rogge without hesitation: "This file is written by my own hand, the Lord of the Dark Wizards, the Lord of the Shadow Fortress, who was defeated in the Dark Hills a century ago, and was taken here after being captured. ”

"I know this better than you," Rogge asked, reaching out to open the record on the front of the file, presenting the death report to the jailer, "What I want to know is, what happened to William's death ten years ago, whether he was really dead or faked, have you examined his body exactly?"

The jailer looked down at the death report and looked up at it in ten lines, then raised his head slightly and said to Rogge: "There is no trace of falsity in this report, according to the prison rules, I have to personally follow the coroner to examine the body before writing this report, and I did that." ”

"You mean, can you be sure that William is really dead?" Rogge looked down at the jailer suspiciously, and the jailer nodded affirmatively and said, "That's right, after all, the identity of the deceased is extraordinary, and even His Majesty the Holy Emperor, who had just ascended the throne, came to the autopsy site in person, just to prevent the criminal from faking his death and escaping from prison." ”

The jailer glanced towards the door of the room and whispered to Rogge in a low voice, "Not only that, do you know? After the autopsy, all the people involved died mysteriously, and the news was tightly sealed from above, and no one knew that the dark wizard was dead!"

"Why are you still alive?" Rogge looked at the jailer with his arms crossed his chest suspiciously, and the jailer pointed to the ground under his feet without panic and said, "Because I can never leave here, in fact I am also a prisoner here, imprisoned for life, so I can be sent to manage the files, after all, no file in the prison can be passed on." ”

After listening to the jailer's account, Rogge lowered his head and fell into deep thought, many fragments intertwined in his mind, and gradually pieced together a scene that made him feel terrible, he pondered for a long time and suddenly asked: "Where is William buried when he dies?"

"I heard from a couple of jailers involved in transporting the bodies that they were buried in a cemetery where felons were buried, a tomb with only initials on the tombstone. The jailer looked up at Rogge thoughtfully.

"I see. Rogge packed up William's file in front of him to take it away, and the jailer looked up at his actions and pleaded, "Can you take me out of here? I will keep everything you do secret, whatever you are here for, I just want to be free!"

"No, you have to stay, the best secrecy is the best. Rogge shook his head without hesitation, and the jailer anxiously grabbed his arm and said, "Please, you must take me out, I have been here for too many years, and it will not hurt you to take me out of here, but if you leave me, aren't you afraid that I will denounce you?"

"You won't. Rog glanced at him meaningfully, turned around and strode towards the door, before the jailer could stop him, the little furball suddenly flew in front of him and chanted the spell, the jailer who was controlled by the amnesia looked at the little furball's big eyes with a dull gaze, and heard her say: "You haven't seen anyone all night, and you've been writing reports here!"

The jailer nodded with a glazed gaze, and the little furball turned and flew back onto Rog's shoulder, and Catherine put away the silver hammer as well, turned and walked out of the archives with Rogge.

Leaving the Condor Prison, Rog had Little Furball fly them to the cemetery northeast of the imperial capital of Bahrain, where he found the tomb with William's initials on the tombstone in the jailer's mouth, and asked Lilith to dig the grave in the dead of night.

When the tomb opened, Catherine couldn't help but look at Rogge in amazement, Rogge stared at the empty tomb at his feet, and suddenly his mind echoed William's words when he begged him to die, he raised his head to look at the full moon in the sky that peeked out of the dark clouds, and suddenly said, "No, we have to hurry to the Holy Syndicate Palace!"

Before his words fell, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the imperial capital, and Rogge and the three girls looked back in the direction of the imperial capital in surprise, only to see a bloody light rising into the sky, reflecting the vast night sky with a scarlet.