Horn really has a hard time arguing, in fact, his appearance and the carriage were indeed arranged by him, and it was also his work to block the way of the envoys. But this qiē is only designed to be close to Lahr. The incident that later attacked the envoys really had nothing to do with him, but so many coincidences came together, and the biggest suspect couldn't get rid of it. Now that he knew why Duke Haig wanted to arrest him, he was the most opposed to peace, and as soon as the envoys were attacked, the first to bear the brunt was Duke Haig, no wonder he had to order his men to arrest him.

Horn smiled bitterly and said, "If I say that this qiē has nothing to do with me, do you believe it?"

The man in red looked at Horn deeply, as if he had a premonition that he would answer like this, and said coldly, "Sooner or later you will say it." Then he motioned to the brawny man behind him, grabbed Horn, and walked towards the torture room.

The crescent moon is like a ditch, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkles on the earth, as if paved with a layer of white veil.

The dungeon was still as dark as ever, and Horn groaned. If anyone is branded with that red iron, they will emit the smell of burnt meat. In addition, three ribs were broken, and deep bony whip marks covered the whole body. Even those who are beaten with iron can't stand it.

In fact, when the big man came over with a whip with human hair woven with a wire, Horn had already told him all about why he was there. It's just that this is obviously not the information that the man in red wants. Horn wanted to, but it really didn't know who was behind it.

In addition to groaning, Horn cursed the man in red and the big man in shape, and greeted all the women of their family in the eighteen generations of their ancestors. Curse the person who presided over the attack on the envoys, if it weren't for what they did, they wouldn't have done it themselves.

"Horn, Horn". Next door came Mkirag's voice.

"What's the matter?" Horn groaned, unable to respond.

"Not dead yet......! Are you okay. ”

"I can't die yet, but I want half a life. Horn tried to roll over so he would be more comfortable.

"I say, what the hell have you done to Duke Haig. I've been locked up for years and haven't suffered anything like you. ”

"Anyway, this is really a flying disaster, and it's all tears when you talk too much. Horn told him all about it.

"So, you're really unlucky, such a coincidence has happened to you. But I still admire your cunning, and if it weren't for those raiders, I guess you would have a knighthood and fief by now. Mkirag complimented.

"Strategy...... Hey, can you help me open the shackles in my hand? Can you kill that man in red? In the face of great power, good strategies are useless. Horn raised the shackles in his hand and said self-deprecatingly.

There was silence for a while, and Mkirag was speechless, but it was the truth, and no one could change it.

After a while, Mkirag said, "Do you have any family?

"I have a father, and it's okay now. What about you?"

"Oh, yes. I have a son, who is now eighteen years old. If I hadn't been captured by that damned Duke Haig, I'd probably be enjoying my family back home by now. Mkiraq's voice was melancholy.

"What the hell did you steal from Haig. Horn couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, it's just a piece of metal. Mkirag mumbled.

"What piece of metal is so valuable that it's worth the risk. ”

"Hey...... If it weren't for my son's wishes, I wouldn't want to steal. Mkirag said.

Mkirag's son has aspired to be a magician since he was a child, for the sake of this only son's wish. Mkirag spent a lot of money, time, and friends to visit magicians all over the world, hoping that one of them would take a fancy to him and take him as an apprentice. Unfortunately, if you want to become a magician, you must at least have a sense of magic. This is also the difference between magicians and ordinary people, who can sense magic and cast magic. Even an Arcanist who casts arcane magic with the help of items must have magical perception. It's just that Arcanist Perception doesn't need to be as high as a mage's requirements. The stronger the perception, the stronger the spells that can be cast in the future. But Mkirag's son, like an ordinary person, has no sense. Naturally, no half-arcanist or magician would want to take his son as an apprentice, and an apprentice without perception would teach him not to cast half a spell for the rest of his life.

Looking at his son's disappointed expression, Mkirag vowed to find a way to make him a magician, or at least an arcane. While wandering around the continent, he heard that somewhere on the continent, there was an abandoned magic tower that hid a way for ordinary people to have magical perception. To enter this magic tower, you need the key left by the previous owner of the magic tower, the magician, and this key is in the hands of Duke Haig, which is why he took such a big risk to go to the Duke's mansion.

Horn listened to Mkirag's story, and on the one hand, he lamented that his love for his son had reached the point of ignoring life and death, even in dangerous places, he was unstoppable. On the other hand, it is unheard of to hear that there is a way to turn ordinary people into magicians, and if there is such a method, then the entire continent will be flooded with magicians. The high status of the magician is based on its rarity and powerful spells, and once it can produce magicians in large numbers, then the human race will be above all species, and even the gods will bow down.

"Is there really a way to turn ordinary people into magicians?" Horn asked in surprise.

Mkilag nodded and said: "Legend has it that this is the case, but there seems to be some flaw in this method, the success rate is very low, even if it is successful, the magic perception is only equivalent to the kind of first-level arcanist, and no matter how you cultivate, you will not improve." In addition, the materials are also very rare, if it weren't for this, the magician who created this method would have already used it in large quantities, and the magician would not be valuable. ”

"Yes!" Horn replied casually, and a wave of tiredness came over him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the next few days, the man in red and the big man appeared in the prison on time every day, and tortured Horn by all means, but Horn really didn't know, he didn't get anything, and the angry man in red almost killed Horn on the spot, if it weren't for his scruples that he didn't get a confession and couldn't give an account to Duke Haig, Horn would have been bruised and scattered.

With a "snap", Horn was thrown into the prison covered in blood, with pain everywhere in his body, so weak that he couldn't even make a moan.

Mkirag watched through the hole in the wall and saw Horn move to make sure Horn wasn't dead.

"Hey...... I said, if you know, confess, although I think you can't get out if you say it, but it's better to suffer less torture. Mkirag said with a sympathetic expression.

For a long time, Horn didn't answer, and Yan Zòng's injury made him feel like his face hurt when he spoke.

And Mkilag on the side frowned and pondered, for a while, as if he had made some decision. He said, "Can you still move?" I have a way for you to escape. ”