Angor glanced at the threatened supernaturals. They were mostly level-1 or level-2 apprentices, and most of them looked old. If they really had something good on them, they would not be so weak.
And he was right. Even if the fat guard kept swinging his mace and made some of them bleed, the most he could get was some random items.
They were probably not worth even a magic crystal.
Still, the fat guard did not mind. The supernaturals in the prison were always replaced by new batches. Even if they were just small items, they could still add up after a few more visits.
After extorting some unimportant stuff, the fat guard hummed an unpleasant tune and prepared to continue his "patrol" in the next corridor.
Angor followed behind him.
He did not mean to. There was only one path ahead.
The fat guard took out a key and opened the door of a new corridor. As soon as they entered, the fat guard's expression began to change. It was a look of anger mixed with unwillingness.
Under this expression, he began to grind his teeth left and right, making hissing sounds like a poisonous snake waiting to pounce on its prey.
At first, Angor did not understand why the fat guard suddenly changed his expression. But after watching the "blackmail show", Angor began to understand.
There were a few tough ones in this corridor.
No matter how the fat guard threatened them, or how many bloody holes appeared on their bodies with his mace, the threatened apprentices did not give anything.
Judging from the old injuries on these people, it was likely that this was not the first time the fat guard had been here. Perhaps, he had not been able to extort anything from them every time. That was why his expression was filled with resentment just now. He was even gnashing his teeth in hatred.
Angor was also interested in these tough ones. Their tattered robes seemed to have the symbol of a cross on them.
Angor sent a message to Dorcas through Spirit Bond. "I saw several apprentices with the symbol of a cross on them in the dungeon. Probably wandering wizards."
Dorcas quickly replied, "There was a rumor that many wandering wizards were secretly captured in the Goman Kingdom. I didn't think it was true."
He paused and continued, "You're telling me this because you want to ask me if I should save them, right? The so-called "Cross" organization of wandering wizards is quite loose.
Just like you?
Even if you change your face and wear a cross robe, you can still claim to be a wandering adept. "
"So?
Are you not going to save him? "
Dorcas: "You can save him?
It was not a bad idea to cause trouble for the princess. But let's wait until I'm done watching the show. "
"A show?" Angor was curious about what Dorcas saw.
But Dorcas didn't pass on any information?
Instead, through the Spirit Bond, he let out a creepy laugh.
Since Dorcas didn't want to talk about it?
Angor did not ask further.
The fat guard didn't get what he wanted?
He had no intention of leaving either. It was as if he was prepared to waste his time here with these tough bones.
Angor saw that the fat guard did not intend to leave, and he did not plan to stay either. Should he go around him?
He continued deeper into the dungeon.
However?
When he was about to leave, he heard a loud bang.
A young apprentice was thrown against the wall by a fat guard, and blood spurted out from the apprentice's mouth.
After he slowly slid to the ground, he walked over with a middle-aged man.
She gently helped him up. "Are you alright?"
"I won't die." The young apprentice was still coughing up blood.
After thanking the middle-aged man, Angor lifted his head.
The young acolyte raised his head with some effort and looked at the fat guard not far away.
With an arrogant tone, he said, "Kill me if you have the guts! Do you dare? Do you dare?! "
The continuous questioning, and the way the guard looked as if he was crippled?
But he still sounded so arrogant?
The fat guard's expression turned even uglier.
He did not dare to kill the apprentice.
Orders from the higher-ups?
None of these supernaturals were allowed to die. The fat guard did not know why, but it seemed that the young apprentice had discovered this hidden rule after observing for some time.
"Hahahahaha!" The young apprentice laughed out loud. "I was right. You don't dare to kill me. You don't even have the guts to kill anyone here. You think you're a man just because you have some power in this small place? You're just a dog that listens to a brat! "
The fat guard's expression turned even darker.
He spoke in a cold voice, "Even if I can't kill you, I can at least cripple you. Guess which part of you I'll chop off first? "
As he spoke, the fat guard took out a small, thin knife from his waist.
It was not ideal to use such a small knife to slice through bones. The fat guard was not aiming for the bones. He slowly lowered his gaze and stared at the young apprentice's lower body.
His intention was obvious.
The young apprentice's expression changed a little. However, he still gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy.
The middle-aged man next to him suddenly spoke up, "We're just wandering apprentices. We've already used everything we have. You won't get much from us anyway. "
The man's words attracted the fat guard's attention.
"Didn't a group of apprentices from Brute Cavern get locked up a few days ago? I heard there's an advanced apprentice among them. Only people like him have good stuff. Instead of giving us a hard time, why don't you go find him? "
The young apprentice next to him was puzzled. Since when was an apprentice from Brute Cavern locked up here? They were in the same cell. Why didn't he know? Also, that cruel princess now dared to capture people from a super organization like Brute Cavern?
When the fat guard heard the middle-aged man's words, he initially wanted to question how the middle-aged man knew about this matter, but for some reason, his thoughts changed and he forgot to question the middle-aged man.
Instead, he said, "What group? He was just a guide, leading a few mortal talents. Those few talents were in a few prisons at the back. They had nothing on them at all. As for the guide, he's on the fourth level. He's not under my control. "
The fat guard cursed, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go. Just you wait and see what I'll do to you next time. Especially that stubborn one."
Under everyone's confused gazes, the fat guard left just like that.
He already took out his knife. Why did he suddenly stop?
And since when was he in a good mood? He was cursed like a dog. How could he endure it?
These people had no answers for now. They did not know that Fatty was not the only guard in the corridor. Angor was there as well.
The middle-aged man's question, the fat guard's explanation, and his departure were all controlled by Angor using nightmare illusions. They would not find anything strange. Even if they did find out something, they would think of something else to explain it to them. But the people around them would find it strange.
Strange things happened all the time. Plus, the fat guard was a temperamental man. Maybe he liked being cursed?
So, after the fat guard left, the nearby cells discussed among themselves for a while before they went back to what they were doing and acted as if nothing happened.
Angor learned from the fat guard that Lady Merlot was on the fourth level. Of course, he did not want to stay on the second level.
According to the fat guard, Lady Merlot found a talent on the second level. However, there were so many cells on the second level, and Angor did not know which one was the talent Lady Merlot found. He could not save them even if he wanted to. It was better to wait for Lady Merlot to figure it out herself.
Without wasting any time, Angor sped up. He even overtook the fat guard who was "patrolling".
The fat guard did not notice him at all.
The first few corridors had locks on them, but they did not work on Angor at all. They turned into pieces of paper and flew through them.
Finally, after passing through several doors, Angor reached the last corridor of the second level.
He could already see a staircase at the end of the corridor.
Angor quickly walked down. Halfway through, he suddenly had a strange idea.
He looked back at the cell next to him.
There was a thin young girl sitting in the prison. Her black hair was draped over her somewhat tattered dress. Her appearance could not be considered beautiful, but that cold temperament of hers was something that was born from her.
Angor's strange idea came from this girl.
But Angor could not tell what exactly it was.
He gave the girl a meaningful look and decided to ignore it for now. He should focus on saving Lady Merlot.
The guard on the third level was an old woman with a gloomy face. She did not seem to be patrolling. Instead, she stayed in the guard room and kept looking down the corridor with a pair of creepy eyes.
Angor estimated that this guard was as strong as a level-2 apprentice, which meant she was stronger than the fat guard upstairs.
However, she still did not notice Angor's presence.
Angor quickly moved around the third level without paying much attention to the prisoners. He headed straight for the fourth level.
Soon, he arrived at the fourth level.
As soon as he reached the fourth level, Angor sensed a restrictive force around him. This was not present on the other three levels.
It came from a magic array engraved on the ground.
It could restrict one's mana pool to a certain extent and prevent it from participating in the cantrip model. It was similar to an anti-magic effect. However, it was much weaker than a real anti-magic effect.
Moreover, it had no effect on official Magi. Official Magi had mana whirlpools within their bodies, so it was impossible to bind them.
However, there was actually a magic array on this floor. It was clear that even the Empress was very wary of the people imprisoned here.
The guards on the fourth level were different from the previous ones.
There was no one in the guard room. There were only two gargoyles on each side of the corridor.
Clearly, these two gargoyles were the guards of the fourth level.
Unlike the gargoyles on the first floor, one of the two gargoyles guarding the entrance had an orange glow inside, while the other was completely black.
One was a Flame Gargoyle, while the other was a Shadow Gargoyle.
Both types of gargoyles were quite famous. One could control fire, while the other represented darkness.
Angor remembered that Night had a Shadow Gargoyle as a pet back in Rasudran.
However, Night's Shadow Gargoyle was quite powerful, while the one in front of him was only as strong as a level-3 apprentice.
The other Flame Gargoyle was also a level-3 apprentice. However, even a level-3 apprentice might not be able to defeat it in a real fight.
Angor was not afraid of the Flame Gargoyle since it could not detect him.
However, he remembered that the Shadow Gargoyle's talent allowed it to sense any living creature that approached it. Even if the creature tried to hide its presence, the Shadow Gargoyle would still be able to detect it.
The corridor was only so big, so he had to pass by the Shadow Gargoyle if he wanted to enter.
Angor was not sure if the Shadow Gargoyle would notice him if he used Camouflage, but for safety's sake, he summoned Elmi.
Elmi turned into a shadow and covered him up.
Shadows were the hardest to spot in the dark, and Elmi was a master of shadow manipulation.
With Elmi's help, Angor easily walked into the corridor. The two gargoyles remained in their statue forms, which meant they did not notice Angor's presence.
He did not see the prison immediately. Instead, he found himself in a long tunnel.
The tunnel looked ordinary, but the magic array hidden under the stone slabs was giving off a strange aura.
There was a large mechanism in the tunnel that required a certain level of clearance to pass through. Even the leader he met earlier was not allowed to enter.
Angor did not destroy the magic array. Instead, he quickly found the source of the array's energy. Among the hundreds of other tunnels, he accurately found the one that led to the core of the array.
He casually picked up a poker card and lightly flew over, inserting it into the center of the magic array's pipe.
Without making any sound, the mechanism in the tunnel was stopped.
Angor walked through the tunnel and finally saw the prison on the fourth floor. Perhaps it was because this was the last floor, but the number of cells in the prison was obviously much smaller.
There were only about twenty cells, and more than half of them were not locked up.
Since there were only a few prisoners, Angor quickly saw Lady Merlo, who had a troubled look on her face.
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