Overall, the area of this palace is actually not too large.
However, the main building that stood in the center of the palace, like a majestic castle, was no longer a scale that ordinary nobles could afford.
This kind of castle will cost a lot of money just for long-term maintenance.
"It seems that money from the treasury was used to renovate the palace recently... Obviously there is no money for the army to suppress the rebellion." Wayne sighed.
If it hadn't been for the hard work of Chancellor Franz, his father-in-law, and if Wayne had also helped a little through Song Li, perhaps financial conflicts would have broken out now.
Just like that magnificent and gorgeous building, although this country still looks strong, the introduction to its decline has long been laid.
Will all this turn around after Richard is crowned king?
Wayne didn't know, but he hoped so.
Based on his previous experiences of visiting the palace, combined with the current on-site investigation, Wayne checked each functional area in the dark.
Generally speaking, cells designed to hold special personnel are habitually built underground.
This is not out of anyone's personal preference, but an objective requirement to ensure that powerful magicians can be blocked.
Guided by this law, Wayne successfully discovered the secret prison in the palace.
What slightly surprised him was that the cell happened to be located under the underground library of the palace, but the entrance was not in the same building.
Speaking of which, he noticed when he sneaked into the dungeon of Chapman Manor last time that the place was built in a very similar way to the underground library of the palace. At that time, he simply thought that the methods of digging holes underground were basically the same.
Now it seems that the same people may have built both sides in the first place.
As an important place in the royal palace, the defense here was not as lax as in Chapman Manor. As soon as Wayne sneaked into it, he felt faint magic fluctuations coming from almost all directions.
According to a rough estimate, there are at least ten magicians here, not counting the royal ministers guarding the upper library.
If I make a big fuss here, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to solve the trouble.
However, he originally had no intention of bringing Bulwer and the others out. As long as he could find a gap to change gears and say a few words to the target person, he would be done.
He hid quietly in the shadows and waited.
As time passed, he continued to take advantage of the internal guards' patrols to look for Bulwer and others while going deeper inside.
…
In a prison surrounded by some kind of metal-like walls, Bulwer sat cross-legged on the ground in silence.
There is nothing else here, even the bed and pillows are integrated with the wall, and the texture is very hard.
The only slightly cracked place is a window that only opens at specific times, and meals are delivered from there every day.
This is the cell specially built by the royal family to imprison important magician criminals.
It is said that the church specially sent people from the Holy See to cast it at the request of the royal family.
Unexpectedly, I would have the opportunity to enter such a place...
Bulwer smiled grimly.
He didn't even understand why he had reached this point. In just one day, he went from a distinguished commander of the city guard to a prisoner without dignity.
He obviously still has so many things to accomplish, and there is still such an important mission waiting for him to fulfill.
Unexpectedly, his great cause unexpectedly died at this step.
So far, he has not been able to see His Majesty the King.
And his mentality changed from anger and injustice at the beginning to confusion and panic.
What is going on outside?
Precisely because I am not so flawless, when I do not receive any feedback from the outside world, I will inevitably be afraid of being revealed about some life-or-death secrets.
In this state, every minute and every second of confinement is extremely painful.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the meal delivery window in the cell was opened.
Bulwer heard the sound but did nothing.
He knew that the guards here were all die-hard loyalists to His Majesty the King and would never talk to him more.
However, it seems different this time.
"Dong, dong..."
From the window, there were two gentle knocks.
Bulwer was startled for a moment, then looked up at the meal delivery window in great astonishment.
The other side was dark and nothing could be seen.
...Did you hallucinate?
But soon he realized that all this was not an illusion, and he had a turning point!
"Bulwer...Bulwer?" Echos's voice came from the other side of the window. "Can you hear me?"
Recognizing Echos's voice, he got up with great joy.
"You can hear me, I'm inside!" He deliberately controlled his volume to avoid making too much noise.
But as soon as he replied, he suddenly remembered something and his face froze.
Wait, how did Echos get in?
Could it be because - she was recruited by His Majesty the King again, and was ordered to find out information from me?
Oops!
Mrs. Cherry is in danger!
Outside the window, Wayne didn't know that Bulwer had made up some weird plots for him. When he heard the response from inside, he felt relieved.
Although there seems to be some special method used in this prison to deviate one's perception to a certain extent, the impact is limited after all, and it only takes a little more time to hold on until death.
After setting up a magic circle in place to avoid being accidentally cut off, Wayne continued to sneak into the prison with the help of shadows.
A shadow flashed across, and the scene inside was clearly displayed before Wayne's eyes.
Bulwer was startled to see such a large living person leaping out of the shadows.
"you……"
He stared at Wayne.
"It's me." Wayne lifted a corner of the mask, revealing half of his face to confirm his identity.
"What, don't you recognize it?"
"No...no."
Bulwer was not surprised because he could not recognize Echos, but he asked in a puzzled tone: "What is your identity? This kind of magical ability... is very strange."
He frowned in thought, as if searching his memory for all relevant matters.
"It's not too late for you to think about it alone after I finish talking about the business." Wayne interrupted his thoughts without hesitation.
I don't have that much time to spend here.
"There are rumors circulating outside that you suddenly went crazy and killed Chapman's relatives. Is this true?" he asked bluntly.
However, faced with this question, Bulwer was stunned for a moment.
"I...I don't know."
"Tsk, what do you mean you don't know?" Wayne was very dissatisfied with his words. "Killing means killing, not killing means not killing, which one is it?"
