Hoffa looked at the man covered in bandages and sucked in a breath of cold air. Aglaia's face also turned pale.
That's right, the man who was pushed out was his superior, Kerrigan Burton, who was beaten up by him two days ago.
Who would have thought that this guy was related to the fairies.
The short and fat penguin-like man sat on the wheelchair and stared at Hoffa. He made a 'ho ho' sound and the surrounding atmosphere changed.
Boom!!
Soon after, a huge iron cage fell from the sky and firmly trapped Hoffa and Aglaia inside.
The two did not expect this. Aglaia leaned on the iron bars and angrily shouted: "What are you doing?"
Just as he finished his sentence, the ground started to tremble. Two mountain troll clad in leather armor walked in with a rumble. They grabbed the corner of the cage and lifted it up like a vegetable basket.
"Nothing much, I'll have to trouble you to stay here for a while." Ralfa tilted his head and said.
"Where's the spirit of your contract?"
"Spirit of contract? Hmph, your mother has already broken the contract with me. "
After the old fairy finished speaking, he turned to the young female fairy and said: "Take good care of Miss Dracath, don't let her lose a single hair. Also, send a letter to Saint-Mango Hospital and the Dracath family. Ask them to send someone to negotiate with us. "
"Understood."
The female fairy turned her head and asked: "Then what about this boy?"
Ralfa swept a glance at Hoffa and sneered: "Fate is really strange. Lock him up for a day and check his background. After checking, send him to feed the dragon. "
Kerrigan Burton laughed and stared at Hoffa with his narrowed eyes. His eyes were shining with hatred.
The two mountain monsters lifted the iron cage and walked out of the room step by step. They entered the fairy cave in Helzburg.
In the cage, the two were like bamboo rats for sale, swaying back and forth.
Not long after, the mountain monsters carried the cage into a dark dungeon. This dungeon was more than ten meters high and there were many stalactites hanging from the ceiling. The surroundings were pitch-black, so dark that one couldn't even see their own fingers. In the cage, Hoffa's eyes were used to the darkness. He caught a glimmer of light, which came from a wooden table in the distance.
On the wooden table, a few sprites were playing cards together. A blue flame was placed in the middle of the table. The faces of the sprites flickered in and out of sight under the illumination of the darkness and the blue flame. They looked like ghosts.
The mountain troll pushed the cage into a cubicle, emitting a crisp thud.
The two of them were heavily shaken and fell to the ground. The troll opened the cage and dumped them into the sealed compartment like trash.
Aglaia fell to the ground and got up. He pointed outside and shouted, "Just you wait! Don't let me out!"
The sprites and mountain monsters ignored her.
The demoness carried the lantern and inspected the surroundings before locking the door. Without a word, she left with the mountain troll.
The heavy footsteps disappeared. Aglaia kicked the chair heavily but hit her foot. She took a deep breath and sat on the ground.
Hoffa was still calm. He stood up and walked for five steps. He bumped into a wall, a steel wall riveted with rivets. Then, he turned around and bumped into a wooden table. Beside the table were a few chairs. The four walls were smooth and there were no doors or windows. After two steps, Aglaia turned around from the opposite direction and bumped into Hoffa.
"This bunch of damn sprites!" Aglaia suppressed her anger. "Did they lock us in an oven?"
Hoffa didn't reply. He only leaned against the wall and carefully studied the structure of the cell.
"Too despicable!" Aglaia shouted angrily. "I delivered the goods and they locked me up. Even the most shameless bastards are like this."
"Be quiet, Aglaia." Hoffa said. "Getting angry won't solve the problem."
She was quiet for a few seconds. She gritted her teeth and said.
"Damn it, my magic wand isn't here. Your magic wand isn't here either. If not, we can use Araho to open the door! Once we get out, I will use the most vicious curse … "
Before she finished her sentence, the surroundings suddenly became moist. There was a showerhead at the top of the cell spraying water into the cell.
The moist air was filled with the faint aroma of almonds. The water mist was like a slap to Aglaia's face. Her face turned pale. She threw herself onto Hoffa and covered his mouth and nose. She trembled and said, "Don't breathe, this is anti-magic potion."
Hoffa was shocked. Thinking of the consequences of having his magic sealed, he immediately held his breath.
Losing magic in this place was like a fish on a chopping board.
.....
Holding their breath for a minute was still bearable.
After holding their breath for two minutes, their faces turned red.
After holding their breath for three minutes, their faces were already green. But they gritted their teeth and didn't let go.
After holding their breath for four minutes, the damn spray was still going on. Hoffa's vision was a little blurry.
At this time, the demoness waddled back. She wore a mask and held a golden key in one hand. She knocked on the iron bars of the cell. Her other hand held an old lantern and used the blue magic flame to shine into the cell. She laughed with a sharp voice.
"Only a fool would suffocate to death. Miss Dracath, I advise you to give up resisting and wait for your family to bring you back to the castle."
Hoffa and Aglaia didn't dare to answer. They both covered their mouths and noses.
"It's useless. We have to use the anti-magic spray every hour for ten minutes. No one can go ten minutes without breathing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Aglaia couldn't take it anymore. She opened her mouth and started to pant heavily.
As she gasped, Hoffa, who was dizzy, also opened his mouth and instinctively breathed in a mouthful of moist air with the temperature of bitter almonds. At this moment, the magic power in his body stopped flowing.
The spray was still going on.
After confirming that Aglaia was breathing again, the demoness sneered disdainfully and waddled away with the lantern.
Ten minutes later, the spray was over. The surrounding walls were stained with droplets of water.
The two little wizards collapsed on the ground like muggles. The air was filled with an atmosphere of despair.
After a while, Aglaia murmured, "My mother will kill me."
Hoffa looked at the dark ceiling and said weakly, "I thought you knew the consequences of taking risks on the first day you ran out."
"If I found my father and brought him back, I think my mother would forgive me. But I screwed up, "she said.
"What does this have to do with you? You don't have to worry about it, "Hoffa said." Your father has his freedom. "
"I don't have to worry about anything? Do you know how my family raised me? I have to learn four foreign languages every day, I have to learn the etiquette of countless countries every day, I have to learn, I even have to learn the law of the Ministry of Magic, and then find loopholes in it … Can you imagine such a life? "
"But the rules your mother set for you are to eat, wake up, and sleep," Hoffa said. "That's what you told me at home."
"Her love can't offset my responsibilities. She's not the only one in my family. There's no male heir in my family. If my father doesn't come back, I'm destined to take on the responsibility of the family after graduation. I have to do business, I have to wrangle with others, I have to give speeches, I have to create jobs, I have to live for the family, and become like my mother. "
After a pause, Aglaia said, "I don't want to live like that. I want to be like Miranda, where I can play around during the holidays …"
Hoffa was paralyzed on the side and didn't answer. He just wanted to laugh. Although he was imprisoned like this, he seemed to feel that his life was quite pure. There wasn't anything messy, and it was enough as long as he took care of himself. Although his unlucky friend didn't have to worry about food and drink, she had more troubles than he did. Come to think of it, one's background and status had little to do with one's happiness index. In this era, no one could live an easy life.
Aglaia complained for a while, then fell into silence. She just hugged her knees and stood there in a daze.
Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Hoffa was afraid that she would be depressed by this sudden blow, so he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing much …"
"Ah, that's not like you," Hoffa said.
"Am I stupid?" Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
Hoffa shook his head. "The whole grade knows that you're the smartest."
She lowered her head in regret. "I let you out. I let you work at the hospital. "
"That's enough, Aglaia." Hoffa interrupted his friend's meaningless and decadent whispers. He got up and looked out of the window. "We have to escape. We can't just wait for death."
"How can we escape? We can't use magic now."
"I remember you said that the duration of the magic potion's effect is related to the amount of consumption?"
"That's right."
"Then they spray it once an hour for ten minutes each time. Does that mean that the amount of ten minutes is only enough for one hour?"
"That's right."
"We only took less than two breaths, right?"
"Yes."
"Does that mean that the duration of the magic ban this time is only about half an hour?"
Aglaia nodded. "I understand what you mean. You may have about ten minutes to use magic, but that won't help. Without the lockpicking spell, we can't break this cage at all."
Hoffa turned around twice in place and stood still.
He narrowed his eyes, leaned close to Aglaia's ear and said, "When you were holding your breath just now, that vixen came to check on you. Although these vixens locked you up, they didn't want to offend your family. Maybe they also used you as a bargaining chip and took the opportunity to ask for more potions. "
Aglaia nodded. "Yes, that's what they thought."
Hoffa nodded and stopped biting her ear. He retreated to the side, crossed his knees, and began to meditate.
Aglaia's curiosity was piqued. She crawled to Hoffa and began to whisper in his ear. "Tell me, do you have any ideas?"
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