The town's dungeons haven't changed much from when he came a year ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The massive infrastructure construction did not take this into account, and although the houses and roads above had been renovated and regularized, the underground prison still smelled of decay and decay. Moss formed on the stone walls, and dirty water flowed down the stairs with a noisy ticking sound.

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

As the territory expands and develops, people can always find a job to fill their stomachs as long as they are willing to work. And those who refused to repent were sent to the mines by Roland, where they naturally had whips and sticks to teach them the principles of human beings.

Since the bottom 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 center of the third level of the prison and saw the imprisoned priest - he was also the only prisoner on this level.

The other party was not hung on the torture rack, or looked like he had been tortured to the point of flesh and blood, in short, it was completely different from the torture scene that Roland had expected. He sat in a corner of the cell against the cold wall, his clothes mostly intact, but he looked a little sluggish, his face was pale, and his eyes were blank, as if he had lost focus.

"Is he alright?" Roland asked in a low voice.

"Not a big problem, Your Highness," replied Iron Axe, bending down, "if there is any problem, you can just ask him." ”

The prince nodded, it seemed that the way the Sandmen tortured was indeed different, but he was not very interested in how the iron axe was actually done, and he did not want to explore whether it was humane, as long as he could get the result. He cleared his throat, sat down on a wooden bench next to his cell, and said through the iron bar, "What's your name?"

"You are the Fourth Prince of Grey Castle...... Roland Wimbledon?" the other man's eyes changed slightly, "Look...... Look at what you've done, you've unleashed the power of the devil. ”

"Your Highness is asking your name," Iron Axe said coldly, "If you don't want to repeat last night's punishment, you'd better not talk superfluous nonsense." ”

The priest's expression froze suddenly, and he paused for a moment before bowing his head and saying, "I...... My name is Campas. ”

"I heard you're from the Holy City of Hermes?" Roland said, "Who is the witch who is traveling with you, and is she from the Holy City, and what is her role in the Church?"

"She ......," Campas hesitated, and it took a long time to respond, "her name is Aurora, and she is the purity of Lord Tephron, and she does not hold a position in the Church. ”

"Teflon?" the prince pondered for a moment, the name seemed to have been seen somewhere.

"He is one of the three bishops of the Holy City, in charge of the external affairs of the Church, and he is second only to the Pope," the priest explained.

Roland finally remembered that he had indeed met this man—at the celebration of the royal capital. On that day, Wimbledon III held a grand coming-of-age ceremony for Tilly Wimbledon, and the bishop of the church was Tiffren. In the picture in my memory, the other party looks like a kind old man, with love and pity in his smile, as if nothing ugly in the world can have anything to do with him.

"What is the Pure One?"

Campas hesitated again, and it wasn't until Iron Axe reluctantly confessed, "The Pure are witches cultivated by the Church, and only the Bishop or His Majesty the Pope can control them, and I don't know much about them. ”

Roland scratched his ears and asked Nightingale for confirmation, only to be met with the fact that the other party was not lying.

"How many people know about witches in the church?"

The priest shook his head, "I was only told by Lord Teflon in the last two years, and he told me not to mention it to other believers, so ...... I don't know who got the news. ”

It seems that the Church is very tightly guarded about the cultivation of the pure, which at least suggests that they have not openly implemented two sets of rules internally, which is undoubtedly good news for him, Roland thought. In the past, he was only speculating, but now that it has finally been confirmed, there is one more piece of evidence that has broken the faith of the church: if believers know that the doctrine they believe to be true is nothing more than fictional waste paper, what kind of wonderful expression will the church show when it adopts the devil's minions behind their backs under the banner of exterminating the devil's power?

"What is your purpose in plotting to frame the Lord of Falling Dragon Ridge, and why did you want to take her to Hermes later?"

"I don't know, my mission is only to monitor Aurora's movements, and the specific purpose is only known to her. As for the later change of mind, it was because Aurora found out that the lord was a real witch, and the new pope asked us to send all the captured witches to the Holy City for purification. ”

"Purify," Roland scoffed, "do you believe it yourself......? No, if the pure are not guilty, why should the Church hide their existence?"

"Because...... Because some believers are not religious enough, they can only use this way first...... "His voice became lower and lower, and finally he closed his mouth.

The prince sneered twice, "Where do you plan to go after you leave Falling Dragon Ridge?"

"Chishui City. ”

"What's next?"

"Desperate Castle. ”

"Anything else?"

"These are the only three cities," the priest replied numbly, as if giving up resistance, revealing the information about the Pure, "Lord Teflon has not said when to return, and we will stay in the Desperate Fortress until the new order is issued." ”

This answer is consistent with the contents of the secret letter seized from the witch, "Why these three cities?"

Kampas shook his head.

It seems that this guy doesn't know much about it, and presumably for the church, he is just an insurance next to the pure. Roland touched his chin and thought to himself, the Falling Dragon Ridge is in the south, Chishui City is in the middle of the kingdom, and the Desperate Fort is at the junction of the northern and western borders, which is basically unrelated, and it is not a pass or a hub city in itself, even if the church wants to subvert the Gray Castle, it should be unlikely to pick them first.

If there was any similarity between them, it was that the three cities all happened to fall on the western border—and a thought suddenly popped into his head, could it be that the envoys' actions were actually aimed at themselves?

......

The interrogation continued until the evening, and when Roland sorted out the information he had obtained, and when he got up to leave, he noticed that the priest was leaning against the wall motionless, like a living corpse, neither begging for mercy nor denouncing himself, which surprised him, "Won't you ask me what I plan to do with you?"

"You tortured me to say this...... The gods will see it," said Campas with his eyes closed, "and it will be the gods who will judge me in the end, not you." As for what you will do with me, it makes no difference. ”

"Your Highness, give him to me for another night," Iron Axe said in a deep voice, "and I will make him change his attitude." ”

"No need, so be it," since the other party said what he had to say, and Roland was not interested in torturing for the sake of torture, "he will be judged, not from the gods...... Rather, it is the verdict of the people. ”

. (To be continued.) )