It's just below the lighthouse, surrounded by thick dirt and thousands of tons of rock. The thatch on the floor smells stinking, and the faint mist formed by the extreme humidity makes it look very eerie.

A cell that slowly decays, with no breathable windows, no beds, no guards. The thick iron railing was rusty, but it was still solid, and the iron lock on the door was rusted into the railing, but the skeleton cowering in the corner would not object.

Siegel was standing in a cell with a secret door as a wall. With the faint glow of torches, he saw that the walls were a faint red, revealing patches of saltpeter. The door to this cell is collapsed, and you can walk through it with a sideways step.

As the shadow had said, a clear wave of magic was ahead, and Siegel was already able to feel it with detection magic. It is said that magic fluctuations can reflect a person's mood, just like a heartbeat, and it is not a lie. From the previous fluctuations, Siegel clearly felt resentment, anger, and revenge, and at the same time, a lot of sadness mixed in.

He cautiously walked over, lined with empty cells. The walls here are scratched everywhere, and on one wall is the long-dried blood-written phrase "Curse Pran!"

At the end of all the cells was an "interrogation chamber", at least the metal nameplate on the door read. As one of the few items here that is free of rust, this brand exudes an intimidating chill. There was no lock on the door, it only took a slight push to open it, and Siegel met the legendary "Mage McGonagall".

She's an old woman anymore. Grayish hair is sparse and pulled. Hanging from the top of the head. It was covered with sticky blood clots. The wrinkled face had bruised whip marks, and several whiplash marks were pulled diagonally from the forehead to the corners of the mouth. She was dressed in tattered prison uniforms, with burnt holes and whip-torn holes. She was shackled around her waist and on both ankles, and fastened to the railings around her with several chains, leaving only a small range of motion. Her hands, along with her wrists, were chained to an iron ball that connected to the ceiling of her cell. Siegel pushed the door open and came in. She didn't react. Although his eyes were open, he didn't focus, just stared at the wall in the distance.

"Mage McGonagall?" Siegel called softly.

The old woman reacted, and looked at Siegel, the corners of her eyes and mouth twitching, and an angry snoring sound came from her throat. When she was imprisoned, there was a middle-aged knight with a scar on his face, who beat her hardest and hurt the hardest, and threw her like a bag of potatoes on the cold ground. Her forehead touched the ground full of shame, and her last thought at that time was not revenge. Instead, avoid hitting the ground with your mouth and nose as well. After that, she was hung on a chain. Secured in this "lenient" cell.

She cursed everyone, Sir Puran, Lady Sir, his foolish son, his knights, the inhabitants of his realm, everything that had to do with Puran. One day she will have revenge, and if she can't in life, she will do in death. She felt the magical energy in her body boiling, like a volcano about to erupt, but she couldn't, she didn't have that ability anymore.

"Are you Master McGonagall?" Siegel asked, "I need to confirm your identity." ”

"Phew!" the prisoner spat and kept silent.

The magic fluctuations on the other party's body can't be faked, Siegel thought about it, then took out his wand and began to cast a spell.

The prisoner's eyes widened and he looked at the wand with excitement. Her mouth opened slightly, her lips trembled, but she couldn't say anything for a while.

Siegel used his wand to draw several esoteric runes in the air, and used silent phantom spells to create three patterns that floated in the air.

"Come and see, which one is your emblem?"

Each mage has its own emblem, which is placed on spell books and spell scrolls to identify themselves. Siegel's squid with moving tentacles and burning eyes was his emblem, but he also used it as a crest for his territory.

From the register, Siegel knew that McGonagall's emblem was a hail that fell from a mountain peak. He used illusion to simulate this vision, but the three emblems were slightly different.

"None of these three are mine. McGonagall struggled to control her breathing, and reluctantly said, "Your raindrops aren't accurate, and one of them should be diamond-shaped." ”

Siegel nodded, putting away the illusion. "Hello, Master McGonagall. I'm a member of the Mage Federation, and I'm sorry I can't tell you my name just to be on the safe side. ”

"Aren't you going to let me go?"

Siegel closed his eyes, thought about it for a while, and then said: "You are now a prisoner of Viscount Puran, even if you take a step back, you are also his wanted criminal, and I will bear the consequences of releasing you." ”

"Puran, who should go to hell, this cursed nasty place!" said Mage McGonagall as she shook her body in anger, her chains rattling. He shouted so loudly until his voice was hoarse. "Bastard, treacherous, liar, traitor, ungrateful villain!

She staggered like this, the shackles reopened the wound, and the blood slowly flowed down. She had already vented her anger countless times, and now she couldn't hide the pain in her body with this emotion. Viscount Puran's appearance came to mind, but it was his whip that came to mind more often. The hot pain went deep into her bone marrow, and she would never forget it.

How long she's been here, she can't count at all, only that it's been a long time. As time passed, she calculated the speed of wound recovery, estimating it in a day or two. But then I thought that I was malnourished and the wound could not heal as fast as usual, so I added about double the error. For a long time, she often sighed about it, but the thought that she might stay here forever in the future made her fearful, and she felt that the pain she had experienced might be just the beginning.

"What do you want?" said McGonagall, "for the sake of the mages, stop playing games, just say it." ”

Siegel cleared his throat and said, "Commissioned by me, I've come to find the Moonlight Moya Volume." You've been holding the book for a long time, and it's time to hand it back. ”

"Water!"

There's no problem with that. Siegel pulled his skin out of his body. It contains a convulsive potion that relieves pain and fatigue. Said it was a potion. In fact, it is a tea made from the raw materials of the condensing elixir formula. With the addition of fine red wine, the effect is much worse than that of the real potion.

But it lasts longer and tastes fresh and refreshing.

The water bladder floated next to McGonagall's mouth, and the old woman swallowed it heavily. Water runs down from the corners of the mouth and drips constantly into the thatch. She drank until she stopped, then let out a long breath before she said, "If you let me go, I'll give you this book." ”

Siegel wanted the book. But she can't be led by the nose, if she is released now, I'm afraid she will make more demands. The mage thought about it for a moment and decided to test Master McGonagall's bottom line, so he said, "The book is the property of the Federation, and returning it is what you should do." Only if you have fulfilled your obligations will the Federation provide additional assistance. It's impossible for you to get out of here and trade something that belongs to the Federation. ”

"Hmph, it's still like this. McGonagall seemed to regain some strength. Raise your head and say to Siegel, "What do you want? My spell book, or the magic potions I've made?"

"I just want Moonlight Moya Scroll right now. Siegel said, "Considering your current situation. I can promise you that I will come back to see you and talk to you when I get the book. ”

"No, you're not coming back. McGonagall said, "You're going to leave this damn place with your book, and you'll never look back." It is a cursed place, with nothing but defeat and destruction. Just let what you want be as rotten as the land here, sink into the garbage heap, and never again!"

McGonagall was in a very unstable mood, and Siegel finally realized this, and it was difficult to talk to such a person. The mage lord frowned, and in addition to Janet's face, the beautiful head turned around, but the back of the face was the terrifying face of the bone demon. He couldn't let that happen, and he couldn't let the book slip out of his hands. Siegel has to find a way to get McGonagall from radical to sane so that he can continue the conversation with her.

"McGonagall, you, as a mage, are a smart man. Where do you think I got my news about you?"

"The Mage Federation knows I'm in the wasteland, what's so hard about that?"

"No, I mean here. Siegel gestured to the cell.

McGonagall frowned, knowing that Siegel hadn't come down through the main entrance, but it wasn't necessarily a ruse. The mage in front of him looked to be in his thirties, and no mage of this age had heard of anyone with the talent of a prophetic mage. As one of the few geniuses in the Mage Federation who specialize in prophecy, Faranise has never received a suitable apprentice. Could it be that this person came from the Mage Guild and only recently joined the Federation?

Such a possibility does exist, but after all, the probability is too small for the prophecy spell to be so accurate. Only a handful of people knew that they were locked up underground, except for the two mute jailers who delivered the food, and the little thieves who had appeared a few days ago, and the only thing left was Viscount Puran.

Viscount Puran, she gritted her teeth at the thought of the name, but now she was able to calm down. McGonagall's eyes glowed with wisdom again, and she said to Siegel, "It was Puran who led you down?"

"That's right. Siegel replied. Perhaps Viscount Puran thought his plan was good, but Siegel figured out the loophole: if Mage McGonagall thought through the details, he could see that there was something wrong with the way he appeared. If he could sneak in from outside the castle so easily, without alerting Viscount Puran, and still get accurate information, and then go down to the dungeon, this probability is too low. It only takes the slightest suspicion to cause the whole thing to go in a bad direction. Siegel could indeed try to tempt McGonagall with freedom in the same way as Viscount Puran, but that would also mean reducing his intelligence to the same level as Puran.

Siegel pulled the sword out of its scabbard and showed it to McGonagall. "I can come down with a weapon, and I can cut your chains. Everyone knows this. Siegel emphatically said "everyone", but he had to actually be Pran. Master McGonagall nodded, indicating that she had heard clearly, and that she knew it in her heart. "I'm here as a knight, and if I cut the chain and take you away, Puran will be defenseless? ”

"Tell me you'll teleport spells. ”

"The Moonlight Moya Volume. ”

"Damn, I've never seen you as stubborn and difficult a mage!" McGonagall surveyed Siegel's face, trying to calm herself. "I now understand why you were sent, and you are the best person to do this. Moonlight Moya Scroll, I can return it to the association. But at the same time, I ask for your assistance as a mage of the guild to cast spells on me. ”

"You want me to teleport you?" Siegel shook his head. "According to the agreement I made with Viscount Puran, I may be able to let you go and promise you freedom, but I can't take you away. At most, I'll draw you a map to show you where you're leaving. ”

Without a wand, map fragments can be used as casting materials for teleportation, and the more precise the spell, the safer it is. Another material is sand or dirt, which is everywhere here. Siegel uses this method to tell McGonagall how to teleport to escape after he leaves, and it also allows McGonagall to keep her whereabouts private. Siegel hopes that this will make McGonagall more happy to hand over the Moonlight Moya Scroll.

Unexpectedly, McGonagall smiled bitterly a few times and shook her head: "Young man, I know what you mean, but I can't do that." Do you think what's trapping me here?

Siegel shook his head and said sincerely, "I've been wondering about this. It's not a mage's binding armor, there's no rune that repels elemental power, and there's no problem with the magic fluctuations emanating from your body. What the hell is going on?"

"Damn Pran cut off my hands!" McGonagall yells, "I can't cast spells anymore!" (To be continued......)