Twenty Sided Dice

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This is right under the lighthouse, surrounded by thick dirt and thousands of tons of rock. The thatch on the floor exudes a foul smell, and the light mist formed by the extreme humidity makes it very strange.

A slowly decaying cell, with no ventilation windows, no beds, no guards. The thick iron railing has been rusted, but it is still solid. The iron lock on the door has been rusted into one with the railing, but the skeleton huddled in the corner will not raise any objection.

Siegel was standing in a cell, and the secret door was a wall here. With the help of the weak torchlight, he saw that the walls were a touch of red, revealing pieces of saltpeter. The door to this cell is collapsed, and you can go through it just by walking sideways.

As Shadow said, a clear wave of magic was ahead, and Siegel was already able to feel it with his detective magic. It is said that magical fluctuations can reflect a person's mood, just like a heartbeat, and they won't lie. From the previous wave, Siegel clearly felt the urge of resentment, anger, and vengeance, along with a lot of sadness mixed in.

He walked over cautiously, and there were empty cells on both sides. There are scratches all over the walls here, and on one wall there is a long-dry, blood-written "Eternal Curse of Puran!"

At the end of all the cells is an "Interrogation Room", at least that's what the metal nameplate on the door says. As one of the few things here that isn't rusted, the brand exudes a chilling chill. There was no lock on the door, it only needed a slight push to open it, and then Hòu Siegel saw the legendary "Mage McGonagall".

She is an old woman. Thin gray hair. hanging from the top of the head. The upper àn was covered with viscous blood clots. There were bruise marks on his wrinkled face, and a few welts were drawn diagonally from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. She was wearing a tattered prison uniform, with holes scorched by fire and holes smashed by whips. She was wearing shackles on her waist and ankles, and was fastened to the surrounding railings with several iron chains, leaving only a very small range of movement. Her hands and wrists were locked in the iron ball, and the chain on the ball was attached to the ceiling of the cell. When Siegel pushed the door and came in. She didn't respond. Although his eyes were open, they didn't focus, they just stared at the wall in the distance.

"Mage McGonagall?" Siegel called softly.

Only then did the old woman react, looking at Siegel, the corners of her eyes and mouth twitched, and an angry grunt came from her throat. When she was locked in, there was a middle-aged knight with a scar on her face, who beat her the hardest and hurt her the most, and threw her to the cold ground like a bag of potatoes. Her forehead touched the **** ground, and her last thought was not revenge. Instead, keep your nose and mouth from hitting the ground as well. After that, she was hung on a chain. Fixed in this "large" cell.

She cursed everyone, Sir Pullan, Lady Blaine, his foolish son, his knights, the inhabitants of his realm, and everyone who had anything to do with him. One day she will take revenge, and if she can't live, she will also die. She felt that the magical energy in her body was boiling, like a volcano about to erupt, but she couldn't, she didn't have that ability anymore.

"Are you Mage McGonagall?" Siegel asked, "I need to confirm your identity."

"Bah!" The prisoner spit and kept his mouth shut.

The magic fluctuations on the opponent's body could not be faked, Siegel thought for a while, then took out his wand and began to cast a spell.

The prisoner's eyes widened and he looked at the wand with excitement. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips were trembling, but she couldn't say anything for a while.

Siegel used his wand to draw several mysterious runes in the air, and used silent phantom magic to create three floating patterns.

"Come and see, which one is your emblem?"

Each mage has his own insignia, placed on spellbooks and spell scrolls to identify himself. Siegel's image of a squid with moving tentacles and burning eyes is his emblem, but he also uses it as the emblem of his territory.

From the register, Siegel knew that McGonagall's emblem was the hailstone that fell on the mountain. He used illusion to simulate this scene, but the three emblems were slightly different.

"These three are not mine." Mag tried to control his breathing and said reluctantly: "Your raindrops are not accurate, one of them should be diamond-shaped."

Siegel nodded and put away the illusion. "Hello, Mage McGonagall. I am a member of the Mage Federation. For the sake of safety, I'm sorry I can't tell you my name."

"Aren't you going to let me go?"

Siegel closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, then said: "You are now Viscount Pulan's prisoner. Even if you take a step back, you are also his wanted criminal. I have to bear the consequences for releasing you."

"Pulan, who deserves to go to hell, this cursed nasty place!" Master McGonagall shook her body angrily, and the chains rattled. He shouted loudly until his throat was hoarse. "Bastard! Treacherous, liar, traitor, ungrateful villain! You can't die well, Pulan, you can't die well!"

She moved like this, and the shackles re-scratched the wound, and the blood slowly flowed out. She has vented countless anger, and now she can't hide the pain in her body with this emotion. The appearance of Viscount Purlan came to mind, but more often than not, his whip appeared. The burning pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and she would never forget it.

She can't count how long she's been here, she only knows that it's been a long time. As time passed, she calculated the speed of the wound's recovery, one or two days to estimate. But then I thought that I was malnourished and that the wound could not heal as fast as usual, so I added about double the error. For a long time, she often sighed because of this, but thinking that she might stay here forever in the future, she was terrified, and felt that the agony of the previous experience might just be the beginning.

"What do you want?" McGonagall said: "For the sake of being a mage, stop playing games, just say it."

Siegel cleared his throat and said, "As commissioned, I'm here to find The Scroll of Moonlight Moya. You've been holding this book for a long time, and it's time to hand it back."

"water!"

This is no problem. Siegel took out the skin from his body. Inside is a mindfulness potion that relieves pain and fatigue. Said it was a potion. In fact, it is a tea brewed with the ingredients of the concentrating medicine formula. Adding good red wine is much less effective than the real potion.

But it keeps longer and tastes fresh and refreshing.

The water bladder floated beside Mag's mouth, and the old woman swallowed **. Water dripped from the corners of his mouth, dripping into the thatch. She kept drinking until she stopped, then heaved a long breath before saying, "If you let me go, I'll give you this book."

Siegel wants this book. But she can't lead her by the nose either. If she is let go now, I'm afraid she will make more demands. The mage thought for a while and decided to test the bottom line of mage mage, so he said: "the book is the property of the federation, and returning it is what you should do. Only after you complete your obligations, the federation will provide additional help. You It is impossible to leave here and exchange things that originally belonged to the Federation."

"Hmph, it's still so pretentious." Mag seemed to regain some strength. He raised his head and said to Siegel, "What do you want? My spell book, or the magic potions I made?"

"I only want "Moya Scroll" now." Siegel said: "Considering your current situation. I can promise you that after I get the book, I will come back to see you and talk to you. ."

"No, you won't come back," McGonagall said. "You take the book, and you will definitely leave this **** place and never look back. This is a cursed place, only ruin and destruction. Just let you What you want is as rotten as the land here, sink into the garbage heap, and never reappear!"

McGonagall's mood was very unstable, Siegel finally discovered this, and it was difficult to talk to such a person normally. The mage lord frowned, except for Janet's face, the beautiful head turned, but the back of the face was the terrifying face of the bone demon. He couldn't let that happen, and he couldn't let the book slip out of his hands. Siegel had to find a way to get Mag from extreme to rational, so that he could continue talking with her.

"Meg, you're a smart man as a mage. Where do you think I got your news?"

"The Mage Federation knows that I am in the wasteland, why is it difficult?"

"No, I mean here." Siegel pointed to the cell.

McGonagall frowned, knowing that Siegel didn't come down from the main entrance, but it wasn't necessarily a trick. The mage in front of him looked to be in his thirties, and none of the mages of this age have heard of anyone possessing the celestial power of a prophetic mage. As one of the few geniuses specializing in prophecy in the Mage Federation, Faranis has never received a suitable apprentice. Could it be that this person came from the Mage Association, a federation that he joined recently?

Such a possibility does exist, but after all, the probability is too small, and the prediction spell cannot be so accurate. Only a very few people knew that they were locked underground, except for the two dumb jailers who delivered meals and the little thief who had appeared a few days ago, and only the Viscount Puran was left.

Viscount Pulan, she gritted her teeth when she thought of this name, but now she can calm down. McGonagall's eyes regained a wise light, and she said to Siegel, "Did Puran guide you down?"

"That's right," Siegel replied. Perhaps Viscount Purlan thought his plan was a good one, but Siegel figured out the loophole: as long as Mage McGonagall thought about the details, he could see that there was something wrong with the way he appeared. If he could sneak in from outside the castle so easily, without disturbing Viscount Puran, and still obtain accurate information, then the possibility of going down to the dungeon is too low. It takes just a tiny bit of doubt to send the whole thing in a bad direction. Siegel could indeed try to tempt Mag with freedom, following Viscount Puran's method, but that would also mean reducing his intelligence to the same level as Puran.

Siegel took the long sword out of the scabbard and showed it to McGonagall. "If I can come down with Wu Qi, I will naturally be able to cut your chains. Everyone knows this." Siegel emphasized "everyone", but he had to actually be Pulan. Master McGonagall nodded, indicating that he heard clearly and understood clearly in his heart. "I came here as a knight. If I cut off the chain and took you away, Pulan would be unprepared? There will definitely be countless ambush when you go up."

"Tell me you can teleport spells."

"The Scroll of Moonlight Moya."

"Damn, I've never seen such a stubborn and difficult mage!" McGonagall looked at Siegel's face and tried to calm down. "I understand now why I sent you here. You are indeed the best person to do this. The Scroll of Moonlight Moya, I can return it to the association. But at the same time, I ask you to provide assistance as a wizard of the association and cast spells for me."

"You want me to teleport you?" Siegel shook his head. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "According to the agreement between Viscount Pulan and I, I may be able to let you down and promise you freedom, but I can't take you away. At most, I will draw you a map and guide you in the direction of your departure."

In the absence of a wand, map fragments can be used as casting materials for teleportation, and the more precise the spell, the safer it is. Another material is sand or dirt, which is everywhere. Siegel used this method to tell Mag how to use teleportation to escape after he left, and this method also allowed Mag to keep his whereabouts a secret. Siegel hopes that this method will make McGonagall hand over "Moya Scroll" more happily.

Unexpectedly, Mag smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Young man, I understand what you mean, but I can't do that. What do you think is trapping me here? These chains?"

Siegel shook his head and said sincerely: "I've been wondering about this all the time. It's not the Mage's restraining armor, nor the rune that repels the power of the elements, and the magic fluctuations emanating from your body can't see the slightest problem. what's going on?"

"Damn Pulan chopped off my hands!" McGonagall yelled, "I can't cast spells anymore!" (To be continued...)

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