Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"Are you… Sir Guardian Knight?"

Leike stepped forward and said in a soft voice. In any case, a girl's voice is always more likely to make people feel close than Polo's.

"You're really a girl? I thought I misheard just now."

The man, restrained within the heavy physique restrainer, said in a hoarse voice,

"Since you have that old dog Bishop's notebook and found this place, even if I don't say it, you'll understand my identity, right?"

The Guardian Knight spoke, moving his body as if trying to stretch his head closer to get a better look at Leike's appearance.

Then, he fell silent, and his voice suddenly filled with anger:

"You… even a child like you has been… Bishop… God, are you blind!?"

His voice trembled slightly, growing softer and softer, finally suppressing his emotions, and asked:

"What did the Bishop send you here to do? Tell me, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Uh, actually, it has nothing to do with the Bishop. We are facing a powerful enemy and want to ask for your help, Uncle…"

Leike's words were only halfway through, but she was interrupted by the Guardian Knight.

The Guardian Knight sneered and said:

"That old dog would let me out? Can I help? Does he dare to let me out? Or… has his mental magic finally taken effect on me?"

"No, that's not it. What I mean is… the Bishop is dead."

Leike hurriedly explained.

"Ah?!"

The Guardian Knight was stunned again upon hearing this, and after a long while, he laughed again, "What… using mental magic to deceive a little girl to trick me?"

"We really killed the Bishop. If you want to see, you can later."

Leike also knew that this kind of thing was not easy to explain. She took out the bunch of keys from her bosom, found the one for the Guardian Knight's cell, inserted it, and opened it.

The heavy iron cell door made a trembling sound and slowly opened.

Since Leike had confirmed through conversation that the person in front of her was still rational, there wasn't much danger in opening the cell door.

"You really opened it…"

In the darkness, the Guardian Knight stared blankly at the opening door, and an idea floated uncontrollably in his mind—

Could it be… the Bishop is finally dead?!

That cunning demon who mastered mental magic and pharmaceutics, is dead?!

After all, from the Guardian Knight's understanding, the Bishop would never do something like letting others have the keys!

Even controlling the porters to transport corpses to the dungeon had to be done by him personally opening the cell door!

"Little girl, is the Bishop really dead!? Have the townspeople of the small town all escaped from mental control?"

Watching Leike use the key to unlock the rune shackles that bound him, the Guardian Knight finally couldn't help but ask a series of questions.

"The Bishop is dead, but the others still think the Bishop isn't dead."

Leike thought for a while and continued to explain, "It's quite complicated, I'll explain it later. Anyway… we are still facing the Bishop's contractor, another stronger enemy.

He is probably on his way here now, so…"

"The Witch Hunter, right?"

The Guardian Knight suddenly said.

"Uncle, you know? That's great…"

"Over the years, the Bishop has sent many people into this dungeon, many of whom are like me… people with special abilities. To that guy, they are 'special experimental materials'."

The Guardian Knight watched as the metal rings that bound his limbs were all opened.

He slowly moved his joints and then said,

"We, the guys who were sent to the dungeon, can only get out if we die in an experiment and are carried out—that's the only possibility. I also learned a lot about that guy from the people who came in later.

I am the only one here who can resist the Bishop's mental magic, so I have suffered the most torture."

The Guardian Knight's face, which had become somewhat withered due to imprisonment, stiffly squeezed out a long-lost smile,

"I, and everyone who is imprisoned here, pray every second of every minute that someone can kill the Bishop!

Or rather… if we had the chance, we would all like to devour that guy's flesh and blood!

If you want to kill the Witch Hunter, count me in!

I also know that in this dungeon, there are many people like me. Our bodies have been ravaged by the Bishop's drug experiments, and most of us don't have many years left to live!

We didn't commit suicide, just for a vague, illusory chance of revenge!

Now, you have given us this opportunity…"

As the Guardian Knight spoke, his body moved. For the first time in years, he stepped on the ground, which made his body sway involuntarily.

He steadied himself and slowly bent down, kneeling on the ground on one knee.

But even so, he was still as tall as Leike, who was standing.

"You killed the Bishop, but our revenge will never be let go so easily!

There is more than one devil. I have heard of the evil deeds of that Witch Hunter!

I, and… everyone in this prison who can still fight, we will exhaust everything to kill the Witch Hunter!"

The Guardian Knight raised his voice a few degrees with his last strength.

Afterward, faint noises came from the silent prison.

Polo looked back and saw that many people in the cells had their heads in front of the bars, shaking the rusty bars with clanging sounds.

Those emaciated people had flames burning beneath their sunken eye sockets.

But… that wasn't the fire of hope.

It was the hatred that was etched into their bones after extreme despair!

Polo licked his lips.

This is a pack of revenge wolves… about to be unleashed!

…

"Bishop, these people are… those locked in the dungeon?"

Outside the dungeon, the ugly old nun stared dumbfounded at Polo, dressed as the Bishop.

To be precise, it was the group of people behind Polo, covered in scars and having some difficulty walking.

The old nun could recognize the faces of many of them.

"Yes, they have been locked up for too long. Let them out, treat them first, and do some recovery."

Polo raised an eyebrow and answered casually.

"Could it be that your magic, Bishop, can finally control…"

"Oh, they are not controlled. I won't tell you the specific reason."

Polo grinned, "This Bishop has one last thing to ask you to do."

"Bishop, please speak…"

The old nun vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the length of her life could no longer support her thinking.

"These brothers have just come out of the dungeon and are a bit too violent. They just need a sacrificial flag—you've come at the right time!"

In the next moment, the people behind Polo, who had finally escaped the darkness, swarmed forward.

Listening to the old nun's painful wails and screams, gradually disappearing.

Leike and Polo, on the side, had no fluctuations in their eyes.

As early as in the dungeon, the Guardian Knight had informed them of the old nun's identity.

Before the Bishop came to this town, this old nun was a child trafficker!

Only in the darkness where demons run rampant can such maggots breed!

"But… there are two demons."

Polo noticed that Leike was holding the silver dagger tightly in her hand, so he gently comforted her,

"Don't be nervous, Leike. In the world of fairy tales, the ending will always be beautiful."

"Okay."