The town's dungeon was the same as it had been a year ago.
Large-scale infrastructure construction has not been taken into account here. Although the houses and roads above have all been replaced by a new look, they have become regular and bright, but the underground prison is still full of decay and decay. Moss grew on the stone walls, and dirty water ran down the steps with a noisy ticking sound.
The only difference is that there are not many prisoners left in the dungeon.
As the territory expands and develops, as long as people are willing to work, they can always find a job to fill their stomachs. And those villains who refused to repent were all sent by Roland into the mines, where there were naturally whips and sticks to teach them how to behave.
Since the bottom cell was destroyed by Anna, and there was no need to repair it, the entrance was simply sealed and abandoned. Roland followed Iron Axe to the center of the prison on the third floor, and saw the detained priest. He was also the only prisoner on this floor.
The other party was not hung on the rack, or looked like he was tortured to the point of being bloody. In short, it was completely different from the torture scene that Roland had expected. He was sitting in the corner of the cell against the cold wall, his clothes were basically intact, but he looked a little sluggish, his face was pale, and his eyes were blank, as if he had lost his focus.
"Is he okay?" Roland asked in a low voice.
"It's not a big problem, Your Highness," Tie Axe bent down and replied, "If you have any questions, just ask him directly."
The prince nodded. It seemed that the way of the sand people's torture was indeed different, but he was not very interested in how Iron Axe did it, and he didn't want to explore whether it was humane, as long as he could get the result. He cleared his throat, sat on the wooden bench beside the cell, and said through the iron railing, "What's your name?"
"You are the fourth prince of Greycastle... Roland Wimbledon?" The other party's eyes changed slightly, "Look... Look at what you have done, you have released the power of the devil."
"His Royal Highness is asking your name," Iron Axe said coldly, "If you don't want to repeat the punishment from last night, it's best not to say unnecessary nonsense."
The priest's expression suddenly froze, and after a moment of pause, he lowered his head and said, "I... My name is Campas."
"I heard that you are from the holy city of Hermes?" Roland looked at the other party. "Who is that witch who is with you, is she also from the holy city? What role does she play in the church?"
"She..." Campas hesitated, before responding after a long time, "Her name is Aurora, she is a pure person from Lord Teflon, and does not hold a position in the church."
"Teflon?" The prince pondered for a while, and seemed to have seen this name before.
"He is one of the three major bishops of the Holy City, responsible for the external affairs of the church, and he is also a big man after the Pope," the priest explained.
Roland finally remembered that he had indeed seen this person at a celebration in the capital. On that day, King Wimbledon III held a grand coming-of-age ceremony for Tilly Wimbledon, and the bishop sent by the church to preside over the ceremony was Typhron. In the picture in the memory, the other party looked like a kind old man, with care and compassion in his smile, as if any ugly thing in the world could not have anything to do with him.
"What is the Pure One?"
Campas hesitated again, until Iron Axe scolded him, and he reluctantly explained, "The pure are witches trained by the church, and only the bishop or the pope can control them. I know the news about these people. not much."
Roland scratched his ears and asked Nightingale for confirmation. The response he got was that the other party didn't lie.
"How many people know about the church's hidden witches?"
The priest shook his head, "I was only informed by Lord Teflon in the last two years, and he told me not to mention it to other believers, so... I don't know who got the news."
It seems that the church is very strict about cultivating pure people, which at least shows that they have not openly implemented two sets of rules internally, Roland thought, this is undoubtedly good news for himself. He was only guessing before, but now it has finally been confirmed, and there is one more piece of evidence that destroys the faith of the church. If believers know that the doctrines they hold as truth are just fictitious waste paper, the church is under the banner of exterminating the forces of the devil. What kind of wonderful expressions will you show when you adopt the devil's minions
"What is the purpose of your plan to frame the lord of the Falling Dragon Ridge? Why do you want to escort her to Hermes?"
"I don't know, my mission is to monitor Aurora's actions, and only she knows the specific purpose. As for the later change of mind, it was because Aurora discovered that the lord was a real witch, and the new Pope asked us to arrest The witches who arrive are sent to the Holy City for purification."
"Purification," Roland sneered, "Do you believe this? If the purified witches... no, if the pure are innocent, why does the church hide their existence?"
"Because... Because some believers are not religious enough, they can only use this method first..." His voice became lower and lower, and finally closed his mouth.
The prince sneered twice, "Where do you plan to go after you leave the Falling Dragon Ridge?"
"Chishui City."
"what's next?"
"Desperate Castle."
"Any more?"
"There are only these three cities," after revealing the information of the Pure One, the priest seemed to give up resistance and replied numbly, "Lord Teflon did not say the return date. Before the new order is issued, we will be in a desperate situation. The fort stays."
This answer is consistent with the content of the secret letter seized by the witch, "Why choose these three cities?"
Campas shook his head.
It seems that this guy doesn't know much. Probably for the church, he is just an insurance placed next to the pure. Roland rubbed his chin and thought to himself, Falling Dragon Ridge is in the south, Chishui City is in the middle of the kingdom, and Fortress of Extremis is at the junction of the north and the west. It shouldn't be possible to pick them first.
If he had to say that they had any similarities, it was probably that the three cities just happened to fall on the border of the western border. An idea suddenly popped into his mind. Could this action of the messenger group actually be aimed at him
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The interrogation continued until the evening. Roland sorted out the information he had obtained, and when he got up to leave, he noticed that the priest was leaning against the wall, motionless, like a living corpse, neither begging nor berating himself, which surprised him. , "Aren't you going to ask me what I'm going to do with you?"
"You used torture to force me to say this... the gods will see it," Campas said, closing his eyes. "It's the gods who judge me in the end, not you. It doesn't matter what you do with me."
"His Royal Highness, leave him to me for another night," Tie Axe said solemnly, "I will make him change his attitude."
"No need, that's it," since the other party said what he should say, Roland is not interested in torturing simply for the sake of torture, "He will be judged, not from the gods... but from the people.".
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