In the name of the true god

Aaron Granger, who was on duty in the same shift as him.

Two extremely precise clues have converged; there's no way we can be wrong...

Jude stared wide-eyed, turning his head in disbelief to look at the fat man, Allen, who was carrying sewage buckets to the east.

This easygoing person who doesn't know how to say no, and the colleague who often jokes around with me, turns out to be a "heretic".

How could that be...?

As a "heretic," why does he still eagerly play cards with the priests every day?

"throat."

Jude closed the partition in shock, and images from the past few days involuntarily flashed through his mind.

On Saturday, Fatty Alan went to the south cell to distribute food and empty the sewage bins.

On Sunday, he went to the western cell again.

Today, he almost beat me to it and went to the north cell. And after I expressed my desire to work in the north, he readily went to the east cell…

From this perspective, he did indeed want to make contact with every cell on all four sides, which aligns with what Vincent Monroe said: someone was planning to rescue everyone.

that……

Fat Allen is willing to lose more than ten gold coins to the priest every day just to stay in the heretical prison. Could it be that his previous idea was just to observe more under a legitimate pretext in order to obtain as much information about the heretical prison as possible?

"Phew..." Jude picked up the sewage bucket and walked towards the outside of the heretics' cell, while involuntarily turning his head to look at the back of Fat Allen.

Although the fact that Fatty Allen was a "heretic" could fully explain why the other party had exhibited a variety of abnormal behaviors, he still found it difficult to accept for the time being.

It must be said that Fat Allen's disguise was extremely successful.

Not only herself, but even her team leader and other colleagues who worked with her day and night didn't notice anything unusual.

But is the person following him really Fatty Alan? And why is he following him?

After finishing their work, the group sat in the prison guards' canteen having lunch. Jude casually asked everyone how long they had been working at the Royal Capital Heavy Prison.

Captain Foster has been with the team the longest, having worked for seventeen years.

After retiring from the military, "Big Brother" Killian went to work in the prison, and has been doing so for fifteen years now.

The working hours for "Poet" Anders, "Handsome Guy" Colin, and "Fat Guy" Alan were six, four, and three years, respectively.

Three years...

Allen Granger has been lying low in the capital's heavy prison for three years...

Should we contact the other party?

Jude hesitated.

It is known that Fat Allen is not alone; there must be a group of "heretics" behind him.

Connor, Connor's brother, said that he had personally witnessed that a significant number of the arrested "heretics" chose to join the Holy Church in order to avoid imprisonment.

What if I come into contact with them, and one of them gets arrested later and exposes me?

Even if she also chooses to join the Holy Church to save her life, her brother Connor and "brother and sister-in-law" Steele will inevitably be implicated.

Can……

What if the person following him is indeed Fatty Allen and his gang?

If potential hostility is not resolved, one will be in a dangerous situation for a long time.

Furthermore, Vincent Monroe should not have revealed to anyone that he knows him, and he has already expressed his willingness to help them. Now, if he breaks the agreement and refuses to contact Allen, will Vincent Monroe still help him conceal his identity and provide assistance to the best of his ability?

Contact is problematic, and so is avoiding contact...

This is really tricky...

After thinking it over for a long time, Jude finally made up his mind to try making contact first.

At least from the fact that Fat Allen lay low in prison for three years, it's clear that he genuinely wanted to rescue the many implicated wizards and resonance sorcerers.

Such a persistent and determined person, even if caught, is unlikely to betray themselves.

in the afternoon.

Temporary rest room for prison guards.

Jude deliberately sat down next to Fatty Allen: "How much did you lose this morning?"

"We only lost a small amount today, seven gold coins." Fatty Allen smiled sheepishly. "We'll try to beat them a bit more tomorrow."

Still pretending...

After three years, it's as if you can't tell the priests are cheating...

"Hopefully you'll have a chance to recover your losses." Jude offered a perfunctory blessing, "Hey, what are your plans for tonight?"

"Tonight? I'm not busy." Fatty Allen hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "How about we go for drinks together tonight?"

"Sure," Jude readily accepted the invitation, "but I won't be free until around 9:30."

The reason I said 9:30 PM is because Jude had just entrusted Edmund in the mysterious space to arrange for someone to go to 27 Hearthstone Street at 9 PM tonight to tell him the true identity of the fat wizard.

Regardless of whether this commission will ultimately succeed.

At nine o'clock, I should have been waiting at home.

"9:30... Okay, where shall we meet then?" Fatty Alan agreed.

"I know a good tavern. You can go to my place first at 9:30. My house is at number 27 Hearthstone Street."

"Okay." On the surface, Fatty Allen did not seem to doubt Jude's motives.

In the evening, near the end of my shift, I went to the heretical prison area one last time to empty the sewage buckets.

Jude, who hadn't yet had a chance to reveal his identity to Fatty Allen, hurried to the northern prison area.

Knowing that Jude was used to working in the north ward, the fat Allen, wanting to strike first, was equally agile.

But in the end.

Jude arrived first at the door of the first cell on the north side and squatted down. As he did so, feigning surprise, he pulled open the partition and looked up at Fatty Allen with astonishment: "Hey? What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing," the fat man, Alan, replied with a forced smile after failing in the race, before being forced to go to the vacant southern prison area.

Jude watched Fatty Allen leave, then routinely asked into the cell, "Does the sewage bucket need emptying?"

……

"throat."

"Should we empty the sewage bins?" The partition of the last cell on the north side was pulled open, and Jude and Vincent Monroe locked eyes. "Has Allen Granger come up with any concrete rescue plan?"

"They want to try to help us regain our strength first, and then seize the opportunity to escape Montorus together from the inside and outside."

"How to recover?"

"To allow wizards to access more cause and effect, and to give resonant sorcerers more opportunities to observe specific things and thus resonate with them."

Jude once asked Connor how the "heretics," with their supernatural abilities, could prevent them from escaping from prison with just an iron gate.

Connor's answer was simple—by severing the connection between wizards and resonance sorcerers and the outside world through a permanently enclosed space. When they are in darkness for a long time, their physical strength is always weakened, and they are unable to make necessary contact or imitate, so over time they become no different from ordinary people.

Therefore, Alan and his group's approach was straightforward: to fundamentally dismantle the suppression of the wizards and resonance sorcerers by the heavy prison in the capital.

Once the thirty-nine "heretics" who were imprisoned have recovered their strength, the situation will no longer be a one-sided rescue by Allen and his group, but rather a joint effort by dozens of involved wizards and resonance sorcerers to overthrow the prison.

Even if the Heretic Ward were to be guarded by only two priests under normal circumstances, the Heretics would still have a considerable chance of winning, even if all seven priests, including Deputy Warden Victor Chambers and Chief Warden Connor Vieira, were to act simultaneously.

"How many men does Allen Granger have?" Jude asked again.

"There are more than a dozen. According to Allen, the most powerful one is a fourth-tier resonance mage," Vincent Monroe replied.

Tier 4 Resonance Mage!

Even better than Vincent Monroe!

Jude narrowed his eyes, thinking that if he really cooperated with Allen's group and asked this fourth-order entanglement wizard for guidance, the learning efficiency of the similarity law would definitely be much faster than asking Vincent Monroe for advice intermittently.

Of course, this does not mean that Vincent Monroe's twenty years of waiting in prison have been worthless overnight.

Putting aside his understanding of the law of similarity, Vincent Munroe's most important identity is actually that of a follower of Edmund!

There wasn't much coverage of Edmund in the newspaper special editions, but what about Vincent Monroe?

By simply asking him, one can easily obtain a wealth of information about Edmund's experiences, which can then lay the foundation for future intervention timelines.

"I understand. I'll talk to him about it tonight. See you tomorrow." Jude closed the partition.

"etc."

"Hmm?" Jude pulled the partition open a little.

Vincent Monroe smiled somewhat awkwardly: "I really need your help emptying the sewage bucket this time."

"it is good."

……

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Apartment at No. 29, Lushi Street.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Jude sat on the sofa, quietly watching the second hand of the clock skip across '12', then the minute hand move from '1' to '2', then to '3', and '4'.

Twenty minutes passed.

There was no knocking on the door.

The plan entrusted to Edmund was most likely to fail.

Jude felt regretful for not being able to find out the fat wizard's identity through a shortcut, but he could understand it.

After all, it spans 29 years. If one expects every word to change the current predicament, then one might as well be daydreaming.

He calmed himself down and continued to wait for Fatty Allen to arrive.

It's 9:30 p.m.

The door was knocked on right on time.

Jude stepped forward, opened the door, and invited the fat man, Allen, who was wearing a large trench coat, in: "Please come in."

"Your home is really nice." Fat Allen walked into the house and briefly looked around.

"This is my brother's house; I'm borrowing it for now." Jude gestured for the fat man, Allen, to sit down in the living room. "Water or coffee?"

"Aren't we going to the pub for a drink?" Fat Allen came into the living room but didn't sit down.

Having already invited Allen Granger to his home, Jude naturally had no intention of beating around the bush.

He immediately cut to the chase, saying, "Inviting you for drinks was just a pretext; there's something else I wanted to discuss with you privately today."

"What is it?" Fat Allen had a vague idea that his identity had been exposed, but he did not make any rash moves.

Jude sensed the increased wariness in Fatty Allen, but nonchalantly brought over two glasses of water and sat down on the sofa opposite him. "You're plotting with a dozen or so involved wizards and resonance sorcerers to rescue your kind imprisoned in the capital's heavy prison, aren't you?"

"...So you knew my identity all along." Fat Allen's face changed from its usual kind expression, and his right hand slowly reached for his waist.

"Don't rush into action." Jude took a sip of water and calmly revealed his identity to Allen, whose face was contorted with malice. "I am just like you, a heretic in the eyes of the Holy Church."