The prisoner camp of the Western Route Army, near the eastern city wall, was originally one of the camps of the Ferenman City Guard.

The former master has become the prisoner of today. Their weapons and armours were confiscated, and they were housed in barracks of ten, and they were not allowed to come or go as they pleased. Heavily armed guards roam the corridors, while sharp-eyed archers on the watchtowers around them are on guard.

Allegri walked into the prisoner camp and made his way unimpeded. The chief officer of the guarding force was just a "captain" of the same level as him, not to mention that he also made a special trip to the city lord's mansion and obtained the permission document issued by Ebert.

"Arraignment...... Marquis Ferenman?" The slightly balding officer looked up after checking the information on the paperwork.

"Yes, please. "Allegri didn't explain much, although he had the same rank, as the leader of the 'Vulcan's Wrath', his status was a cut above the other party.

"Your Excellency is polite," the bald officer, apparently recognizing his identity, asked politely, "do you need me to accompany you?"

"Don't bother your lord," Allegri said politely, waving his hand, "just send someone to take me there." ”

"Good, good. The bald officer put away the permits, beckoned his soldiers in, and gave a careful explanation.

An important person like Count Fehrenman not only eats and drinks well, but also has his own comfortable private room. The residence is isolated from the soldiers, and there is a grass and tree flower platform outside the door, and the environment is very elegant.

The soldiers who ordered the guide to guard the door, Allegri knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door directly. In the cell, etiquette is also emphasized, which is inevitably a bit mocking.

The Marquis of Ferenman seemed to be in a daze, and when he heard someone coming in, he couldn't help but be stunned until he found out who was coming. Immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Allegri turned around and closed the door, looked at the room, which was only thirty square meters, and asked casually, "Lord Marquis, are you still used to it?"

"Habit, habit. Marquis Ferenman sighed. He replied with a smile. Now that he has been reduced to a prisoner, what can he do if he does not adapt? The only hope at the moment is the young mage in front of him, so he hurriedly got up, beckoned Allegri to sit down, and then looked around, and poured some tea from the pot that was still warm.

"I've sent someone to escort Nada back to the valley," Allegri told in a low voice. "Unless there are any accidents, the fighting will not spill over there. ”

"Thank you," said the Marquis of Ferenman, pushing the glass forward, apologetically, "this place is shabby, and I beg your pardon for being inconsiderate." ”

Allegri smiled and took a sip of water, looking at the window barricaded with iron nets. said, "Don't hide it from your lordship." I'm here to ask about something. ”

"I will know everything. Marquis Ferenman immediately assured.

"If this goes your way, maybe your situation can change. Allegri added, and the eyes of the Marquis of Ferenman suddenly lit up. He had been in the camp for so many days and had not received any news. I couldn't help but be worried, for fear that the other party's words that day were just a joke.

"What do you know about Viscount Reims, the commander of the city guard in Severa?" Allegri asked directly.

"I've heard a little," the Marquis of Ferenman pondered. Searching for memories of the past, "He is also one of the more outstanding young nobles of Severa, who inherited the position of head of the family early, and is also a high-ranking warrior, which can be called a promising ......"

"What about his retainer, Jubiano, have you ever heard of that name?" asked Allegri, with a glance.

"Yubiano?" the Marquis of Ferenman fell into deep thought, and after a moment, he suddenly slapped his thigh, "Isn't that the bandit leader?"

"What?" Allegri wondered, had he really been deceived by that guy?

"Now, Jubiano is indeed a retainer of the House of Reims, but until then he had been a robber for a living," explained the Marquis of Ferenman, "and he was a legend, even more famous than Viscount Reims. ”

"Why is that?" Allegri asked curiously.

"Jubiano came from a poor background, wandered the streets in his early years, and was wanted by the whole city for killing a ruffian by mistake in a brawl," Fehrenman recounted......, "and in the course of his wanderings, he joined a gang of robbers, and gradually climbed to the position of leader, and in his actions he was quite chivalrous for the unscrupulous merchants...... On several occasions, he had committed crimes in the territory of Ferenman, but this guy was very slippery, and as soon as I sent my troops out of the city to encircle and suppress him, he led his troops to flee into the mountains. ”

Allegri nodded slightly, his face thoughtful.

"Later, he sneaked back to Severa to visit his mother, but was reported and arrested by his neighbors, but the old viscount of the Reims family came forward to protect him, and since then, Jubiano has changed his mind and become a retainer of the Reims family," the Marquis of Ferenman continued, "It is said that many years ago, several female relatives of the Reims family who went out to visit relatives fell into the hands of robbers, and Jubiano, who was only a small leader at the time, secretly saved their ......"

"I see," Allegri dispelled his doubts, he thought for a moment, and asked another question, "My lordship, can you tell me what kind of person the current Grand Duke Ian is?"

"Grand Duke Ian?" Marquis Ferenman shook his head and commented with some meanness, "lustful and drunk, greedy for pleasure, cowardly, and useless. ”

"Wouldn't he?" Allegri asked in surprise, "is he really as bad as the rumors say?"

"Compared to the rumors," replied the Marquis of Ferenman, "the lords of Ian are directly subordinate to the Holy See, and as for His Royal Highness, the Grand Duke, they are only waiting for death." ”

"In other words, he has been dissatisfied with the Holy See for a long time?" Allegri asked sharply.

"Of course dissatisfied, but only dissatisfied—" As soon as this sentence came out, the Marquis of Ferenman suddenly froze, as if he had thought of something. He looked at Allegri and asked softly, "Count, what do you mean?"

"Don't think about it, I'm just asking casually," Allegri said, taking a sip of the tea in his cup and admonishing intentionally or unintentionally, "This is your chance, and it's my chance, and the best way to get away with it is to make meritorious deeds." ”

"I understand," said the Marquis of Ferenman, standing up simply, and said excitedly, "if there is a place where I can be used, please ask me." ”

"You'll be here for a few days, and I'll come back later. Noticing that he had changed his name, Allegri smiled softly.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）