Release that Witch

The dungeons of the town and the time he came a year ago did not change.

Large-scale infrastructure has not taken care of this place, although the houses and roads above have changed into a new look, and have become regular and bright, but the underground prison is still full of decay and ruin. Moss was formed on the stone wall, and the dirty water ran down the steps, making a noisy ticking.

The only difference is that there are very few prisoners in the dungeon.

As the territory expands and develops, people will always find a job to fill their stomachs if they are willing to work. The villains who refused to repent were all sent to the mine by Roland, where there were naturally whip and sticks to teach them the truth.

Since the lowest cell was destroyed by Anna and there was no need to repair it, the entrance was simply sealed and discarded. Roland followed the iron axe to the third floor of the prison and saw the detained priest. He was also the only prisoner on this floor.

The other party was not hanged on the torture rack, or a copy of the tortured flesh and blood, in short, completely different from Roland's envisioned torture scene. He sat in the corner of the cell with the cold wall, his clothes were basically intact, but he looked a little wilting, his face pale, his eyes stunned, like losing his focus.

"Is he alright?" Roland whispered.

"The problem is not big, Your Highness," the iron axe bent down and replied. "If there is any problem, you can ask him directly."

The prince nodded. It seems that the torture method of the Shamin is indeed different. However, he is not interested in how the Iron Axe is doing, and does not want to explore whether it is humane, as long as the results can be obtained. He cleared his throat and sat down on the wooden bench next to the cell. He opened the door through the iron railing. "What is your name?"

"You are the four princes of the Grey Fort... Roland Wimbledon?" The other's eyes had a little change. "Look... see what you have done, you released the power of the devil."

"His Highness is asking your name," the iron axe said coldly. "If you don't want to repeat the punishment last night, it's best not to talk about extra nonsense."

The expression of the official was suddenly frozen, and he paused for a moment before he bowed his head. "I... my name is Campas."

"I heard that you are from the holy city of Hermes?" Roland looked at each other. "Who is the witch who is with you, is she from the Holy City? What position in the church?"

"She..." Campas looked hesitant and responded for a long time. "She is Aurora, the pure man of Teflon, and does not hold a position in the church."

"Tefron?" The prince thought for a while, and the name seemed to have been seen there.

"He is one of the three great bishops of the Holy City, responsible for the church's external affairs, and is also the second largest person behind the Pope," the official explained.

Roland finally remembered that he did see this person at the celebration of Wang Du. On that day, Wimbledon III hosted a grand rite of honor for Tilly Wimbledon, and the bishop who presided over the ceremony was Teflon. In the picture in memory, the other person looks like a kind old man with a smile and compassion in his smile, as if any ugly things in the world could not be related to him.

"What is pure?"

Campas again hesitated, until the iron axe screamed, he reluctantly confessed, "Pure is the witch of the church, only the bishop or the Pope can control them. I know the news about these people. not much."

Roland scratched his ear and asked for proof at night, and the response was that the other party did not lie.

“How many people know about the church’s hidden witches?”

The priest shook his head. "I was also told by the Master Teflon in the last two years, and he told me that I can never mention it to other believers, so... I don't know who knows the news."

It seems that the church is very strict with the cultivation of the pure, which at least shows that they have not implemented two sets of rules in the open, Roland thought, this is undoubtedly good news for themselves. In the past, he was only guessing, and now he has finally been confirmed. There is another evidence to kill the church's beliefs. If the believers know that the doctrines they regard as truth are nothing but fictional waste paper, the church is in the back of the land under the banner of destroying the devil's forces. What kind of expression will you show when adopting the devil's minions?

"What is your purpose in planning to frame the lord of the Dragon Ridge? Why do you want to take her to Hermes later?"

"I don't know, my task is to monitor Aurora's actions. The specific purpose is only for her to understand. As for the change of mind, it is because Aurora found that the lord is a real witch, and the new pope asks us to arrest. The witches who arrived were sent to the Holy City to purify."

"Purification," Roland sneered. "Do you believe this? If the purified witch... No, the pure is not guilty, why should the church conceal their existence?"

"Because...because some believers are not pious enough, they can only use this way first..." He became lower and lower, and finally closed his mouth.

The prince sneered twice. "Where are you planning to go after you leave the Dragon Ridge?"

"Chishui City."

"what's next?"

“The Fortress.”

"Is there still?"

"There are only these three cities," after revealing the intelligence of the pure person, the priest seems to have given up the resistance and numbly replied, "The Tafelon adults did not say the return date. Before the new order is reached, we will be in a desperate situation." The castle stayed."

This answer is consistent with the secret content of the witch’s seizure. “Why did you choose these three cities?”

Campas shook his head.

It seems that this guy knows a lot of things, probably for the church, he is just a piece of insurance placed next to the pure. Roland touched his chin and thought that the Longling Mountains were in the south, Chishui City was in the middle of the kingdom, and the Fortune Fortress had no connection at the junction of the North and the West. It was not a Guancheng or a hub city. Even if the church wanted to subvert the Grey Fort, It should not be possible to pick them up first.

If you have to say that they have similarities, it is probably that the three cities are just on the border of the West. He suddenly has an idea in his mind. Is this the action of the ambassador’s group actually aimed at himself?

......

The interrogation continued until the evening, and Roland sorted out the information. When he got up and was about to leave, he noticed that the priest was still moving against the wall, like a living corpse, neither asking for mercy nor denying himself. This made him feel quite surprised. "You don't ask me what I plan to do with you?"

"You force me to say this with torture... The gods will look in the eyes," Campas said with his eyes closed. "The last judge is mine, not you. As for how you will deal with me, there is no difference." ”

"His Highness, give him to me one night," the iron axe said. "I will let him change his attitude."

"No, just like this," since the other party said what he said, Roland is not interested in torture for the sake of torture. "He will be judged, not from the gods...but the people's ruling."

(To be continued.)