Chapter 712 The Identity of the Prisoner
Luke opened the door and was greeted by a foul smell.
The room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the fire in the corridor.
What Luke saw was a thin woman with tattered clothes lying on a bed.
To his surprise, the woman had blonde hair.
The woman didn't care at first, but when she squinted her eyes and looked at the person who opened the door, she still felt a little excited inside.
She had never seen this man dressed like that before.
A gray-white robe and a wide belt.
No armor.
But she smelled a faint smell of blood.
Luke simply glanced at the people inside and then turned to the next cell.
Luke moved quickly and opened all the cells before anyone could react.
"Come out, everyone. I am here to rescue you on behalf of the three legendary masters of the Warlock Guild."
The prisoners walked out of the cell cautiously and saw Luke standing at the exit looking at the passage.
The exit door behind Luke was open.
Through the exit, they saw the guard lying on the ground.
Seeing that they were still hesitant, Luke just said one sentence.
"Hurry up, I don't have much time. The people sent by the Warlock Guild are already waiting outside."
Two of the three old men supported each other, and the middle-aged man supported the other old man.
Only that woman, no one cares.
But she said nothing and simply picked up the guard's spear and used it as a walking stick.
He also secretly hid a dagger from the guard.
An old man and the middle-aged man also picked up the guard's sword.
However, when they walked out of the cell and onto the ground, all they saw were the bodies of the guards.
The old man who was supported by the middle-aged man had a sharp look in his eyes.
I whispered to a few people:
"Very professional, his sword is very fast... He has the same style as I did back then."
But the other old man immediately started to mock him.
"What a demeanor, but you were caught and locked up here?"
Arriving at the castle hall, Luke led them to continue walking outside.
At this time, the old man asked Luke loudly.
"Are we leaving now? How are you going to deal with that damn lord?"
Luke didn't answer him and walked out.
He went to the bushes beside the gate and picked up the unconscious lord.
Several people followed Luke to the castle gate.
Luke shouted to the outside:
"Don't hide anymore, come out, I've brought the person out."
As soon as he finished speaking, Russell led everyone out of the woods on the side of the road.
Russell and others stepped forward and confirmed that it was the lord himself, and someone immediately took over.
Russell then asked Luke:
"What's going on inside?"
Luke spread his hands.
"No one is alive."
Russell and his companions, as well as the prisoners behind them, looked at Luke in surprise.
Russell stammered:
"This...is this what you call infiltration?"
Luke nodded.
"That's right, no one noticed me... If this isn't infiltration, what is it?"
Everyone: What you said makes a lot of sense...
Russell then looked at the bound lord.
He was wearing a black hood on his head.
"this?"
"Yes, he didn't notice me either."
Then, Russell and his colleagues began to clean up the mess.
Now that there's no one in the castle, we need to deal with it.
As a temporary resting place, the castle is pretty good.
It just smells a bit bloody.
Luke always killed the enemy with one sword.
You know, the neck is one of the routes of the human body's aorta...
Everyone returned to the castle, and as they walked along, their eyes became clearer when they looked at Luke.
Too cruel...
In the dungeon there was the body of the slain warlock and the imprisoned little beggar.
Although Luke saved people, the little beggars were not released.
He couldn't lead more than a dozen people at once, and he didn't know how to accommodate them.
Anyway, the lord has been controlled, so these little beggars are still safe.
Russell immediately assigned several people to handle various tasks.
Luke also produced evidence that the lord was colluding with the Vatican.
These people are so stubborn that they even kept all the letters and documents they exchanged with each other.
Isn't this obviously evidence?
Maybe they are too confident...
When they arrived at the lord's study, Luke officially got to know the five prisoners here after Russell's introduction.
The old man who talked about Luke’s swordsmanship was actually the legendary swordsman, Tom Diego de la Vega.
The old man who mocked him was a famous adventurer: Paul Briver.
The old man who has been silent is the famous archaeologist: Andrei Belevsky
The middle-aged man is the prince of the Principality of Vazeli, a country on the continent: Zepheniah Abel
As for that woman, no one else knew her identity.
As a result, the woman was silent for a while, and then said a few words: Safin, direct heir, Meryl Saravida.
Luke didn't understand the meaning, but everyone else was silent.
The woman looked at Luke with complicated eyes.
"Thank you for saving me, but I have nothing to repay you with."
Obviously, even though she was behind bars, this woman exuded a special temperament.
Luke still had half of his face covered by the hood.
So he spread his hands.
"I am an outsider. Can anyone explain to me about the Safins?"
Several people looked at Luke with strange eyes.
Russell, on the other hand, looked helpless.
"Let me tell you..."
"No, I'll tell you."
It was Meryl herself who spoke.
"The Safins are said to be the earliest rulers of this continent."
"The power to use divine and magical abilities is in our blood."
"The reason why we have been working closely with the Holy See is that our ancestors wanted to restore their former glory."
"But I didn't expect...the Holy See had other purposes."
Meryl said this with gritted teeth.
Obviously, her experience speaks for itself.
There is indeed a conspiracy in the Vatican.
Then Meryl raised her chin and continued:
"I am the one with the highest talent and the purest blood in our family..."
"But before my grandfather died, he saw through the conspiracy of the Holy See..."
"He told me that things that can restrain divine power are the legacy left by our ancestors."
"I don't know when the Vatican learned about this, and then they secretly imprisoned me."
"They are just afraid that thing will appear and break the myth of the invincibility of divine power."
After saying that, Meryl looked at Luke.
"Thank you for saving me, but I will not hand this thing over to the Warlock Guild. I hope you understand."
Luke nodded.
De La Vega then curiously asked Luke:
"Boy, where did you learn swordsmanship?"
Without waiting for Luke to answer, the great adventurer Paul next to him said:
"Why do you care where he learned it? He is not your apprentice. What does it have to do with you? You are an old man who is about to die, and you are still worrying about this?"
"Fuck, you old savage, I'm just curious, his swordsmanship is comparable to mine..."
"Don't say that his swordsmanship is similar to yours. He is much better than you..."
"Bullshit, if you hadn't implicated me, I wouldn't have been caught by the Vatican, okay?"
"It's all because you're too greedy..."
The two old men just started arguing without paying any attention to the people present...