Compared to the Mirror World, the only difference between the island's dungeons and it's dampness. Apart from that, he couldn't find anything different: closed, dark, monotonous and silent. This is what all cells share. During the day, guards would pass by and knock on the bars one by one with sticks, calling the prisoners to wake up from their dreams. But even so, there was no noise in the dungeon - this is also unusual. Could it be that they are all like me and still have hope of leaving here?
Before boarding the ship, Azrube told the captain that he was a paid fugitive and he said nothing. But when the captain, who smelled of rot, was asked his name, he spoke before the wizard and said his name was "Sinur". His name was not Sinur, nor Silvanus, but he wished he was.
For this sentence, Sinur was whipped by the sailor. "You have no business to speak!" scolded the mortal sailor who was also smelly.
The wizard stepped forward to stop him: "It doesn't matter, he just doesn't adapt to the environment on the ship." But he didn't ask for the whip for Sinur, and the look in his eyes seemed to say that he was asking for it. Of course, it was agreed in the castle that he only had to obey the arrangements silently, and speaking would increase the risk - his lingua franca had a San Carlos accent, which was very different from the local language - and he would be responsible for the consequences.
The tower did not issue a wanted notice. Perhaps the astrologers thought that the White Envoy would not spare his life. Sinur didn't have to worry about this, but Azrube stressed again and again and threatened to give up his support. Sinur didn't care whether he could speak, but he was very dissatisfied with Azrub's attitude. He has a cooperative relationship with them, not a master and a servant. No one wants to cooperate with you rats except me... He thought he could be their spokesperson, but the Golden Fruit arrived soon, and Lametta, who signed the contract with him, didn't show a single face.
"Are there people like you on the ship?" He got up from the ground after the captain left. It was his fault for breaking the agreement, and it was not difficult to pretend to be forbearing. He could fool the tower's garrison, and he didn't even have to work hard to fool the sailors.
"No, they are all mortals. At most there are a few guards who have not changed jobs."
"It's surprising that you let me go with them." His "Rigoletto" was destroyed in the snowstorm in San Carlos, and no one was left. There's a boatload of stupid mortals just trying to make up for it.
"They are all my people."
your people? He just wanted to laugh at Azrub. When the sails were pulled up and the oars swam, all the mortals in the ship would become his puppets. Did he trust me when he said that...or didn't he? "It seems you have confidence in my self-control."
"We have a cooperation contract."
"Nothing like others." Sinur narrowed his eyes, "I think this is a gift from you."
The wizard sighed. "I can't help it if you think so. In short, when you come to Knights Bay, you must obey the arrangements, otherwise it will not just be as simple as being whipped. The sailors will throw you into the river and drag you away at the stern of the boat."
"I am also a wizard, are you stupid?"
"I know, a dark wizard. Who doesn't?"
He didn't see that. "Are you also a dark wizard?" He knew very well that a group of monks from the Silent School had recently come to the castle, and he had been nervous about it for a while. Azrube actually dared to swagger in front of those people. If any of his identities were exposed, he would definitely die. "Damn it! You are from the Silent School." He thought they were just demons, but he didn't expect these rats to be wearing human skin.
"Whatever you think. I hope you don't have to swim to Knight's Bay." Azrub shook his head. "The gift is about to set sail, and it's time for me to leave." He threw Sinur on the deck and walked down the ladder.
The sailors threw him into the hold, where he stayed with apple barrels and cod boxes. He could no longer endure it, so he used his magic power to summon the mystery... However, the cold current surged in, imprisoning his body and mind. The whistle sounded and the floor shook. He suddenly lost control of his limbs and stumbled to the ground. The world kept spinning, and endless white waves surged toward him. Blizzard! He seemed to be drowned in icy snowflakes. It's the San Carlos snowpocalypse.
When I escape from the nightmare, night has arrived. He fell to the ground twice before getting up. Through the light, he saw that the skin of his hands and feet was a deathly blue-purple. Just like the left ear, he thought to himself, I will soon throw them away unless the White Envoy is willing to show mercy and spare my life. No wonder the wizard wasn't worried, he couldn't even fight the sailor outside the door before he got over his mysterious trauma.
But he still needed to try. He knew very well that he could not get help in La Meta's territory - the cooperation contract meant mutual benefit, and without San Carlos, he was not qualified to be on an equal footing with the Law Wizard. Mystery is the level of the mysterious field, he has always believed so. When the nobles of the City of Mist tried to use their bloodline and the achievements of their ancestors to dominate the truly capable mystics, Sylvanus sent them to hell. I'm not wrong, he thought as he moved forward. I am the weak one in the castle. Not only am I in a different place, but I am also seriously injured... Weak people should figure out other people's thoughts.
But he left the wizards' clutches. LaMetta brought him to her territory after the Battle of San Carlos, a small city in a small mortal kingdom. But he couldn't stay here for long. She wanted to send him to the harbor and promised that someone would put him there. Sinur knew nothing about her arrangements or the harbor, but the injury could not be delayed any longer, so he accepted it calmly. At present, there are almost all mortals on the Jinguo. As long as he gets a new jester, he will have the confidence to talk to the devil.
"There are consequences at your own risk." He couldn't help but mutter to himself to the stone wall in the darkness.
Even if he is intact, controlling the Golden Fruit is just a dream. He didn't know if there was a clause in the cooperation contract between him and Lametta not to harm his subordinates, but he must have agreed to abide by this clause. Damn it! I should not have made a pact with the wizards of the school, who juggle characters as skillfully as a woodcutter wields an axe. The only consequence of this little thought was that he lost his status as a "fugitive" - when the captain heard that he had attacked sailors, he tied Sinur to the handle of the cargo hold, just one step away from the rotting fruit frame. .
When he got off the boat, what greeted him was not the doctor and the servants, but the cold, hard, and dirty stone wall in front of him. It was just a misunderstanding. Sinur wanted to say to his jailer, I am your guest. Where exactly did Lametta send me? Go and ask your commander, who allowed him to treat guests like this? What about that contract?
He is dying. This thought frightened him, but the fact reminded him all the time, and Sinur could not let it go. Frostbite attacks his body, mysteriously suppressing his fire. When he couldn't hold the bowl this morning, he realized that his fingers were completely dead, so he had to kneel down and eat the apples - the captain said it was Mr. Azrube's care, so he only got the apples. Not enough at all! He needs better care. Magic can cure him, even if there is a bottle of holy water... The devil can sneak into the Silent School, how can there be no holy water from the church? I can get better, he wanted to scream at everyone, do you idiots even understand?
He didn't dare to shout, but the silence was still broken. It was as if the iron sheet was rubbing and vibrating, and the wood was making noise on the rotating shaft. In addition to his whisper, something new appeared in the darkness.
Footsteps. He noticed with excitement. Right in front of my door.
"Sinur?"
Come to me. Thank God they finally knew who I was. I am the master of San Carlos and I am Sylvanus. He used his remaining three toes and arms to help him stand up, and the light of the torch illuminated the exposed blue-black skin. It didn't matter, he knew magic was enough to cure this level of frostbite. I'll get better sooner or later.
The cell door opened, and although the jailer called him by the wrong name, his voice was very kind. "Come here. We need you." The words were also very humble.
For your prompt respect, I will forgive you. Sylvanus thought as he moved his feet. Ivan rejected the surname I gave him, and I will never give it back to him. When I return to San Carlos, Ardeon will be yours. Which noble lord or knight commander is not better than the jailor?
The process of walking through the narrow tunnel was painful, but it could not extinguish his excitement. The jailer followed behind him, walking slowly and unhurriedly, most likely to keep a polite distance from him. At some point, Silvanus discovered that he was not the only one around him. Countless footsteps were overlapping and separated, and his remaining ear could not filter out their directions.
"Where is this?" he asked in a daze, but no one answered. Adeon? Is he behind me?
The light gradually became richer, and Silvanus could clearly see the stone slab under his feet and the patterns on it. The magic text, the only thing he had left to think about, was a small piece of magic text, and it was quite old. The lines stopped under the layered shadows. He couldn't help but raise his head, and suddenly found that the walls were filled with transparent crystal stones, which were shining brilliantly under the light of the torch.
"Go inside, One-Ear," the jailer urged.
The light awakened Sylvanus' consciousness, and this time he did not find the jailer's voice pleasant and respectful. "What is this place?" I'm afraid I won't get any answer.
"Jingtai." The shadow shook. It belonged to a man in red robe with a thin round silver sword on his waist. A strong smell of blood spread with his voice. Could it be that he bit his tongue? Silvanus thought doubtfully.
The man in red robe was not vague when he spoke. He turned to look at Sylvanus and said, "Frozen to death? This guy's injuries are interesting."
"Perhaps it was made in a mysterious place." The jailer said, "I have never heard of his accent. Maybe he is from the south, where it is very cold."
I'm from San Carlos, he wanted to say, it's not cold at all, but it's very humid... No, San Carlos is cold, freezing cold... Weird, something's wrong...
At this time, he heard the jailer say: "Jiangjang, I have to send him in." The man in red robe immediately ducked away, and the light pierced him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. The strong wind faced him, and Sylvanus was almost blown down. But the jailer caught him and pushed him forward, and he fell, the ground becoming distant and then suddenly closer.
"The gift is about to set sail." He was thinking of Azrube's words when he got off the ship. The gift has been delivered.
I am his gift...
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