"Likewise," Whitemane said bluntly. "You should know why I'm here."
"Heh heh," the executioner chuckled dryly, turning to look at the bowing Unas, "My lord, you haven't introduced this friend to me yet."
Whitemane's request for Unas to enter the room was unreasonable; what kind of logic is it to let a prisoner in to overhear their private conversation?
Furthermore, with Whitemane coming to see him, he could conveniently use the excuse of catching a criminal late at night. The cunning executioner immediately recognized that the criminal was Whitemane's accomplice in disguise, which is why he allowed Unas to come in earlier.
Now that he'd been seen through, Unas stopped pretending. He'd bent over so much that his back and legs ached, then straightened up and stretched. "Who I am is none of your business. What do you mean by stealing that death row inmate back again?"
"If I don't bring her back, she'll escape on her own," said Bald Todd slowly.
Unas directly accused the executioner to see his reaction, but the guy was straightforward and admitted it so easily; he was quite frank.
"It was you, you bastard! How dare you play tricks on me!" Whitemane roared in fury. "I'll make you pay!"
"Prosecutor, please don't be angry. Our deal is still valid." Todd remained relatively calm in the face of Whitemane's anger.
Unas, however, noticed the executioner's earlier reply and asked, "What do you mean by saying she was going to escape on her own?"
"What exactly did you do to her? Her injuries have mostly healed, and the anesthetic is no longer effective enough to completely control her." The executioner displayed his hands.
These two rough hands trembled nervously, and a look of pain flashed across Todd's face. "I was attacked when I went to retrieve her, and these hands haven't been usable for a while."
The Resurrection does indeed have a full-body recovery effect. The death row inmate was only killed by a small wound in her throat, but during resurrection, all other injuries would be restored. The death row inmate was tightly bound, and it turned out she had other injuries elsewhere.
This guy essentially took a bullet for Unas and the other two, but it's unclear what hit him. He doesn't seem to have any external injuries; it was probably a mental attack, which is the Shadow Priest's specialty.
"She deserved it," Whitemane, his face as cold as ice. "Why did you take her back?"
"I had no choice, Lord Whitemane," the executioner sang aggrievedly. "I didn't expect this woman to be so sought after. Another lord specifically requested to see her, and I managed to postpone the visit until tomorrow, so I had no choice but to bring her back tonight. In my haste, I didn't inform him beforehand, so please forgive me, sir."
Who wants to visit her?
"Lord Greer."
"It's him?" Whitemane pondered. Greer was Isillien's advisor, and his actions, to some extent, represented Isillien's actions.
The Dark Priest case was personally investigated and Judgment by Isillien, so why are they now targeting a prisoner already sentenced to death? Do they think they can overturn the verdict?
Isillien would never do something so self-contradictory. Whitemane didn't care what his motives were; she only cared about one question, "You just said our deal is still valid. What are you planning to do?"
"It's simple. There are other death row inmates who are to be secretly executed besides that Dark Priest. I just happened to be unlucky enough to pick her. Now that Greer has his eye on her too, I'll give you another one, but you'll have to wait a while."
How long will it take?
"Sir, as you know, there are some complicated procedures involved. Give me three days, and I will definitely make up for your losses. Cough cough." It seemed that he had aggravated his injury by saying too much, Todd coughed twice at the end.
Three days...
Seeing that Whitemane was still considering, Unas became anxious. This woman, who was usually quite shrewd, had completely lost her mind because of the Resurrection. The right thing to do now was to extricate herself from this quagmire as soon as possible. Making one mistake after another would definitely bring disaster upon herself in the end.
"No, I declare your deal terminated." He quickly and firmly refused.
"Who exactly are you? How can you make decisions for Lord Whitemane?" Todd provoked sarcastically.
"Who I am is none of your concern. Your actions have made me realize you are no longer trustworthy, Whitemane," Unas turned to the silver-haired prosecutor. "After what has happened today, can you still trust this executioner?"
Whitemane frowned, still undecided. Unas urged again, "We'll have plenty of opportunities later. Don't get any more entangled here!"
Whitemane's hesitant gaze darted between Todd and Unas twice before finally settling on Unas: "Alright, we'll do it your way."
Unas let out a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing. He wasn't really confident he could convince this stubborn woman, but thankfully Whitemane came to his senses in time.
"Todd, you heard it too, our deal is over. You got the person back yourself, and I won't ask for the prepaid Gold Coins back. But," Whitemane's tone suddenly hardened, "If I hear any rumors about this deal, I'll only assume it was you who leaked it, and then I'll make you pay!"
"Please rest assured, sir, I will never reveal your information to anyone," the executioner said, his feigned fear seemingly genuine, leaving one wondering what leverage Whitemane held over him. "As for your loss, sir, consider it an indebted debt. If you ever need my help again..."
Whitemane interrupted him directly, "Now I'll need you, my friend. Uther will be staying with you a little longer; I'll be coming to take him away first thing tomorrow morning."
"No need for tomorrow morning, I can send this friend out through my channels tonight," Todd said, seemingly eager to get rid of a plague as quickly as possible. "Sir, your frequent visits to the Fifth Floor might arouse suspicion."
The dungeon was heavily guarded, Whitemane didn't believe Todd could bribe all the guards. The guy must have some kind of secret passage to smuggle people out, which was why he could buy and sell prisoners.
The Dark Priest she bought was probably also transported out through a secret passage. As for the missing prisoner in the dungeon, as long as Unas's victim, hunter, and accuser Whitemane doesn't pursue the matter, no one will bother to investigate.
With that in mind, Whitemane no longer hesitated. "Do as you say, the sooner the better."
Just then, a loud knocking sounded at the door, which was then pushed open. The little boy waiting outside solemnly announced, "Gentlemen, Kent has come down with his men."
Kent is the captain of the guard at the dungeon gate tonight. He'll be coming down with his men, and there's only one possibility—to visit or escort someone who's exceeded the allotted time.
"Have we been down here for more than thirty minutes?" Whitemane remained relatively calm. "Time flies."
Todd remained calm. "It seems we'll have to put this Uther friend through a bit of trouble."
"Damn it!" Unas cursed inwardly. "If neither of you is worried, shouldn't I be the one who's panicking?"