"What do you call him?" Alan asked in a startled manner.

But Doug didn't pay attention to Allen, but leaned over to Frey and looked at him carefully, looking quite excited: "Are you ...... No, you're the master, aren't you?"

Frey said coldly, "You recognized the wrong person." ”

"I haven't seen you in years!" but Doug didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and suddenly burst into tears, "You're here to pick me up, aren't you?"

Frey was still expressionless: "I'll say it again, you recognized the wrong person!"

"Please, master, take me out of here! I really don't want to stay here any longer!" said Doug, who suddenly fell to his knees and cried, "I just want to serve you as I did before......"

But Frey didn't react when he heard this, so he simply turned around and stood outside the door, ignoring him.

"I've missed you all the time for so many years...... Doug knelt on the cold ground and began to cry, tears and snot that froze into ice as soon as they touched the ground, "who handed the old man tobacco leaves after I left? Is the other people still clean the beautiful yard? Has the lady's health improved? and the little master who is about to be born...... He must have grown up by now, and he will be as tall and tall as you......"

As Doug said this, Alan saw a subtle change in Frey's expression, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But what is even stranger is that Doug suddenly stopped crying again, stared at the floor with blank eyes, and repeated a word: "Little master...... The little master ......" and then looked up at Frey's back in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"No......" After a long time, Doug suddenly said again, "you are not the master...... The master is not so young...... You are ......"

"Guess no more, I'm Frey Wagbyin. Perhaps a little impatient, Frey finally said this.

"Wagbein...... Yes, my master's surname is Wagbyne......" Doug looked drunk, his eyes were misty, and he began to say something incoherent, "No...... Wrong...... The owner told me that his surname was not Wagbein...... His name is ......"

Alan was shocked and held his breath to listen carefully.

His name was ...... ......" but Doug's face began to flush again, and he looked like he was in pain with his hands around his neck," he called...... cough cough cough ......"

Doug even coughed up a mouthful of blood because he wanted to say it so much, but he didn't say anything after that.

"My head hurts so much...... he knelt on the spot, covered his head, and hit the ground hard, looking like he had a splitting headache, and asked through gritted teeth as he hit back, "Who are you?!"

"I didn't tell you before, I'm Frey Wagbein. Frey replied again.

"I don't know any Wagbyne! The master won't let me talk to the people of the Wagbyne family!" Doug's attitude suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degrees, his eyes were wide and bloodshot, "You get out of my house! Get out of my house! You are not welcome here!"

According to Frey's temper, he must have been angry to hear someone talk to him like this, but to Allen's surprise, he just turned around, stared at Doug for a long time, and then really turned around and walked out of this cell.

But Doug's mood did not settle down with Frey's departure, and he was shaking all over, pounding his hands on the floor and screaming, "Oh! what am I doing! what have I done...... How could I ...... him like that"

Overwhelmed by his series of reactions and self-talk, Alan and Riel stood at a loss and watched him until they saw him collapse on the floor from exhaustion, and then put the quilt on his bed.

"Thank you, thank you...... My friend ...... "Doug's mood seemed to be normal, and he was shivering from the cold.

After a long time, he seemed to finally warm up, at least his body no longer trembled, and then Alan crouched down beside him, stared at him and said, "Actually, we are not only here to see you, but also to ask you something......

"Ask whatever you want!" Doug never refuses a friend's request!" Doug looked up suddenly, his forehead bruised from the impact.

"Hmm...... I wonder, why is it so cold here?"

"I don't know about that, I just know it's been like this since I came here so long!"

"Have you seen anyone come here and use any strange magic? uh...... For example, will there be ice cubes or something?"

"No!" replied Doug decisively.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I can count the number of people who have been here...... Except for the master, Siphus who often comes to bring me food is you! no one has ever used any magic here!"

"That's weird......" Alan sighed to himself when he heard this.

"What, what's strange?" asked Doug eagerly.

"Oh, it's okay...... I'm not talking to you......" Alan said, "I'm just wondering why it's so cold here if it weren't for magic......"

"Hey, what do you want to do with this!" Doug patted Alan on the shoulder, "Maybe it's winter all year round! Let's talk about what we're going to eat tonight!"

"Well, I said...... I think let's go back quickly, you see him like this, it's a waste of time. Riel leaned into Alan's ear.

Although Alan is also a little unwilling, it is indeed too cold here, and they are already dressed very thickly, but they can still feel a cold wind blowing in. In contrast, it is warmer in the lounge or under the covers.

"Alright then......" Alan stood up.

But at this moment, Doug suddenly said: "But my room is already the warmest! I have lived in the innermost room, which is several times colder than here, and sometimes the wind blows non-stop!"

"The innermost wind?" Alan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have grasped the crux of the problem.

"yes! The innermost room didn't look like it was for people, I slept there the first night I came here, and it was so cold that I couldn't sleep at all!"

"It's not...... You mean, there's a wind that doesn't stop blowing?" Alan asked again.

"Yes, yes, it's not very big, but as soon as I lie down, I can feel the wind blowing, and I don't know where it came from......"

Cynthia heard this and suddenly walked towards the door.

Frey apparently heard it too, and immediately raised the magic lamp in his hand to look at the innermost part of the dungeon, and then walked inside with Cynthia.

Alan also quickly got up and followed.

"Hey, hey...... Where are you going?" Doug was confused by their sudden move, "Didn't you say you'd have dinner together?"

"I'm sorry, we suddenly have something to do!" Alan turned around and said simply, "You don't have to wait for us any longer, come back when we're done!"

Cynthia and Frey had already walked far away, one holding a magic lamp in his hand, and the other raising a flame for a torch. Alan and Riel trotted a few steps before catching up with them.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Alan only felt that it was colder when he walked inside.

This passage is quite deep, and there are dozens of cells on either side, to say the least.

"Hey, what are we going to do in here?" asked Riel, puzzled.

"You're really slow enough to react, didn't you hear what he just said?" Before Alan could squeak, Cynthia had already spoken, and her words were full of sarcasm.

"Isn't it cold!" Riel said unhappily, "He said that the innermost room was the coldest, did you just want to check it out?"

Cynthia turned her head sideways and gave him a roll of her eyes, indicating that she didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Hmm...... He really wasn't lying...... I feel like it's getting colder and colder the more I get inside......" Rare still didn't understand, so he forced his composure.

"It's not about the cold, it's about the wind. Alan looked at him helplessly and explained, "But as you can see, there are no windows here. ”

Riel was stunned, as if he understood something.

"This corridor is so deep that the wind blowing in from the main entrance can't get here. Alan added, "But there was wind in that room, which means ......"

"There are other entrances and exits?!" Riel finally reacted.

"That's right. Alan nodded, thoughtful, "And if you're not mistaken, that entrance is supposed to be connected to some extremely cold place...... It's like this weather out there right now. ”

By the time they said this, they had come to the end of the corridor. Cynthia and Frey carefully examined the wall in front of them and found that it was indeed a dead end.

"It seems that the answer lies in this. Alan said, looking at the cell on their left.

But this one is locked.

If you think about it carefully, although there are no people in the prison cells you have seen along the way, they are all well locked, and it seems that only the one where Doug lives is not locked. According to Allen's speculation, it should be to facilitate the delivery of food to Doug, or it may be neglected for a long time.

"What is going on...... "Riel muttered quietly, "I'll take you in with Starlight?"

However, because he couldn't see the whole picture, Riel seemed a little less confident.

"No need. Cynthia gave him a blank look, "You don't have to worry about this kind of trivial matter, I can solve it." With that, she raised her wand.

Indeed, the thunder elemental magic she mastered was really handy when dealing with such a situation, after all, it was the most powerful elemental magic.

However, Frey suddenly stretched out his hand to stop her: "It's better not to do this, if someone finds out that this lock has been broken......"

Cynthia was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Then what should I do, do you really want to count on this mediocre talent?"

Frey shook his head and didn't speak.

Cynthia added, "Look at the layout here, almost all the rooms are the same, let him twinkle with the stars and don't know where he will take us." ”

Although Cynthia's words were very unpleasant, Riel felt that he couldn't refute it, because he still couldn't control the magical power generated by the boiling physique instantly, so his starlight flickering in such a place with a very similar location was full of uncertainty and risk.

I saw that Frey didn't speak, but lowered his head and thought for a long time, as if he was hesitating about something.

It was a long time before he sighed, as if he had finally made up his mind, and began to fumble for something in his pocket.

A few people were curious, waiting to see what strange thing he would come up with, and he would be able to take them in without breaking the lock. But they were stunned when they saw what it was, because that thing could do it—it turned out to be a bunch of keys......