It seemed inappropriate for the three of them to remain in the hut. The executioner was helped off the bed by the little boy, and the four of them went out of the hut to wait for the captain of the guard to arrive.
The light of torches and the screech of armor soon reached them. The strong young man leading the group had already been seen at the dungeon gate, with the Meatball and several fully armed guards following behind. So he must be Kent.
The young man strode forward and bowed directly to the silver-haired prosecutor, saying, "Lord Whitemane has been down here for so long, it was truly worrying. I had no choice but to come down and check on things. Please don't take offense, sir."
"I'm sorry to trouble Captain Kent, but with Lord Todd here, the Fifth Floor is the safest place," Whitemane said with a hint of sarcasm.
The executioner could only chuckle awkwardly upon hearing this. Kent then said to Whitemane, "I heard that Your Excellency is planning to transfer the criminal who attacked you to the Anti-Magic Room. I wonder if that's true?"
Whitemane glanced at the "Meatball," causing the latter's anus to tighten, before nodding. "Yes."
"Then what are we waiting for? I don't think Lord Todd would object." Kent looked at the executioner with a questioning gaze.
Todd could only reply, "Of course, dangerous individuals who can use magic must be locked in Anti-Magic Room."
"Then let's hurry up and get going," Kent was a truly dutiful young man. "No one, except criminals and Jailers, should stay in the dungeon for even a second longer than necessary."
He waved his hand, and two guards stepped forward to restrain Unas. "Please lead the way, Lord Todd. Only you can open the Anti-Magic Room."
Todd is not only the Executioner, but also the head of the Fifth Floor; he is the only one who has the key to the Anti-Magic Room.
The boy helped the executioner walk in front, and the others followed slowly. After passing through several maze-like corridors and two iron gates, they arrived at the entrance to the Anti-Magic Room.
The black, round gate gave off a magical feeling, and the patterns on it looked like a Magic Circle, clearly the work of a mage. Unas wasn't afraid at all; he figured he'd release Kent after dealing with him.
He was quite curious about what kind of forbidden magic it was and really wanted to go in and experience it. He wondered if Paladin spells would also be prohibited.
Todd, trembling, stepped forward to open the door. His injuries were more severe than they appeared. With trembling hands, he struggled to pull out the oddly shaped key he kept close to his body from his chest, and after much stumbling and fumbling, he finally managed to open the heavy door.
A putrid stench assaulted his nostrils; the place was probably too tightly sealed off, with poor air circulation. Unas felt a pang of bitterness; it seemed he would have to stay in this foul-smelling place for a while.
Kent led Unas inside first, and the torches of the crowd gradually illuminated the room. The entire Anti-Magic Room was about the size of two basketball courts and was divided into more than a dozen small cubicles, each about two meters square.
The arrival of the group disturbed the prisoners' sleep, and immediately a cacophony of ghostly wails and curses arose. Todd chuckled dryly, "Just a few mad psychics from Cult of the Damned. Ignore them."
He didn't go any further, but chose a nearby cell where no one was on either side, took out a set of keys, opened the cell door, and said to Kent, "This will do."
The guard captain nodded and forcefully pushed Unas inside. "Lock the door. Let's leave quickly; we've already wasted too much time."
With a click of the lock, Unas's life behind bars officially began. He stared longingly at Whitemane outside the iron bars.
I'm going to jail for you, can't you give me some sympathy points?
But the woman didn't even make eye contact with him, and left with the others without looking back.
With a muffled "boom," the round door slammed shut, the light vanished completely, and the entire Anti-Magic Room was plunged into darkness.
Unas sat on the ground, enduring the stench of the cell. According to their agreement, Todd would return and release him once Kent and his men were gone.
He tried to cast the Blessing of Kings on himself, and although he succeeded, the buff effect of the Blessing of Kings decreased rapidly until it completely dissipated after a dozen seconds.
It seems that this Anti-Magic Room doesn't completely prohibit spellcasting, but it greatly suppresses the effects of spells.
Even after the doors closed, the psychics continued their clamor. Their frantic screams and incantations had no effect whatsoever; the suppression from the Anti-Magic Room must have been stronger, since magic isn't about how loud you shout it.
A faint singing voice suddenly arose, like a woman humming a lullaby. The melodious tune soothed the prisoners' hearts, and the commotion of the psychics gradually subsided.
Listening to the song, Unas felt much calmer and gradually got into the rhythm. He unconsciously wanted to hum along, but then the song suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a cold chill invaded his mind.
Unas was startled, and the Holy Power between his brows immediately retaliated, quickly expelling that trace of coldness.
To think that someone could use such methods to ambush him in this Anti-Magic Room, Unas immediately focused his mind, preparing for the next mental attack as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Don't be so nervous, I mean no harm. Revive my Paladin." A woman's voice suddenly rang in my mind.
Unas felt a chill run down his spine. The voice could actually reach his mind directly. It seemed that although he had stopped the other party's malicious mental tentacles, the channel for mental communication had still been opened.
This statement also reveals the other party's identity. Unas has only resurrected one woman—the dark priest who was sentenced to death. She was brought back by Todd, and as a spellcaster, she was naturally imprisoned in the Anti-Magic Room.
In the darkness, she was able to recognize Unas, whose face was covered in blood. But most importantly, how did she know that Unas had resurrected her?
When Unas and the other person were teaching her the Resurrection, she was clearly under anesthesia, wearing a hood and tightly bound, so she should have been completely unaware of what was happening.
He couldn't help but ask himself, "How did you know?"
The other person seemed to be waiting for him to ask a question, and immediately replied, "I have to thank your Resurrection. Originally, my body was unable to move, and my soul was under a curse and in a daze. But the moment you resurrected me, my mind was completely awake. The anesthetic and ropes could only bind my body, but they could not restrict my mind."
In other words, she overheard the entire conversation between Unas and the other person after they resurrected her. Does that mean she knows their identities and secrets?
Sure enough, the Dark Priest continued, "I've also heard the rumors about the Holy-favored Unas and the Resurrection, but I didn't expect them to be true. And there's only one Priest Whitemane in the entire Monastery, and that's Sally Whitemane, who became High Priest at such a young age. Am I right?"
There's no need to hide it now, Unas replied, "You're absolutely right."
"It's a pity I was too weak when I was resurrected to communicate with you, but I remembered your mental fluctuations. I found the two of you when the door to the Anti-Magic Room opened. I didn't expect that you would be the one imprisoned here, and Whitemane was among the group that brought you in. What happened during the time I was stolen back by Todd? Was my dear Holy-favored Unas betrayed by his little lover?"
Fortunately, she wasn't omniscient and didn't know that Unas was only pretending to be imprisoned and would be released soon.
Let her misunderstand if she wants; Unas isn't going to be kind enough to explain, "It's none of your business."
"You don't need to be so hostile towards me. I was destined to die. Although what you did to me wasn't well-intentioned, it gave me a glimmer of hope. In fact, I should be grateful to you."
"A glimmer of hope?" Unas asked Unas. "I heard that a man named Greer wants to see you tomorrow. Is he here to rescue you?"
"Heh heh heh, Greer rescued me?" The Shadow Priest chuckled at Unas's words. "It might be possible with anyone else, but Isillien's men must be here to witness my death."
So you have a grudge against Isillien?
"Heh heh heh," the shadow priest chuckled coldly again. She paused for a moment, seemingly trying to compose herself. "You must have heard them say that I'm a crazed Shadow Priest who slaughtered several innocent people, which is why I was sentenced to death, right?"
"But in fact, I didn't kill any of those people. I was just a scapegoat that Isillien pushed out!"