The most shameless alchemist in history

"This... take a look, isn't this Lance's handwriting? I'm his classmate and friend in the Snow Country." Seeing Glock's suspicion, Dure could only hand over the note with Glock's location written on it, hoping to prove it.

“Handwriting? This is indeed Mr. Lance’s handwriting… I understand, you are Mr. Lance’s friend, so what do you want with me?” Glock hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe the young man in front of him.

It wasn't that he was so trusting of others, but rather that outsiders had no idea about his relationship with Lance.

So finding him and mentioning the name Lance already tells part of the story.

The remaining part of the problem can also be explained by Lance's note.

“Lance told me that he has some business to attend to and is temporarily leaving the Swamp Country. If I go to the Swamp Country and need anything, I can seek your help, Lord Glock,” Dure said softly.

“I dare not accept the title of ‘sir.’ Mr. Lance’s friend is my honored guest. Please feel free to ask if you need anything. As long as I, Glock, can help, I will do my best,” Glock said earnestly.

"Here's the thing, I came to the Swamp Country originally just to travel around, but I saw a newspaper on the train saying that Messiah has gone missing. What happened?" Dure knew Messiah, and the latter had helped him a lot.

Now that Messiah is in trouble, he naturally can no longer sit idly by and must do something.

“The Messiah? This…” Glock looked troubled.

"If this is difficult for you, then I'll take my leave." Du Lei didn't want to force anyone, so he immediately got up to leave.

“No, no, no, it’s not that I’m making things difficult, it’s just… things are a bit tricky.” Glock quickly stopped Dure.

He owed Lance a great debt of gratitude, and now that Lance's friend had come knocking on his door, if he just let Dure leave without helping at all, he would be too ungrateful.

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840 was imprisoned.

Glock wasn't an unrighteous person, otherwise Lance wouldn't have bothered with him, so he told Dure about the current situation in Ze City.

King Charles, whose health had never been good, suddenly fell critically ill. As for whether the king was dead, he didn't know, because the news was tightly controlled, and probably no one except the cabinet ministers knew the truth.

The rumors circulating in the capital are not to be taken seriously, but what Glock knows is that both princes have taken action. The eldest prince, William, is strong and decisive, with the demeanor of the king in his youth, and a large number of military officers have gathered around him.

The second prince, Henry, was still young, only in his early twenties, and a delicate playboy, but his mother was very much loved by the king.

Because of this relationship, his mother firmly controlled the palace and won over a large number of nobles to support her and her son.

It can be said that Prince William had the support of the army, while Prince Henry had the support of his ministers.

They each have their own strengths and weaknesses.

Logically, the throne should be decided between William and Henry, which has nothing to do with the Messiah.

The problem is that Messiah's territory is the most prosperous region in the entire Swamp Kingdom, and it firmly controls several ports.

It's important to know that the most developed sector in the Swamp Country is trade, and its ports can be considered its lifeline.

In other words, Messiah holds the lifeline of the Swamp Kingdom in his hands and is a very crucial figure.

Of course, all of this was run by her father, who was King Charles's younger brother.

Now that the king has suddenly fallen seriously ill, the two princes, who were vying for the throne, both needed the support of their cousin Messiah, whom they had been trying their best to win over. But for some reason, the eldest and second princes issued a joint statement announcing that Messiah would be arrested and imprisoned.

Messiah, having heard rumors beforehand, led his people to escape in time.

If she escapes Ze City and returns to her territory, then with her strength, William and Henry probably won't be able to do anything to her.

The problem is that, earlier today, Messiah was arrested and secretly taken back to Ze City.

The matter was handled discreetly, and apart from a few high-ranking military officers, the general public was unaware that Messiah had been imprisoned.

"Lord Glock, do you mean... Messiah is currently imprisoned? Which prison is she imprisoned in?" Dure frowned. Things were becoming increasingly complicated. According to the situation in the Swamp Country, Messiah could be considered the third most important person in the Swamp Country.

However, when Number One and Number Two were fighting amongst themselves, they suddenly joined forces to overthrow Number Three. This seemed illogical no matter how you looked at it, and it was something that Du Lei found particularly difficult to understand.

“Yes, it’s said that he was caught near the port. At that time, Lord Messiah tried to escape by water, but was caught by guards who had been lying in ambush. As for the prison where Lord Messiah was imprisoned, I’m not too sure about that.” Glock shook his head.

He wasn't intentionally hiding it from Dure; he genuinely didn't know.

"Is there any way to find out which prison she's in?" Du Lei knew that it was simply a pipe dream to investigate on his own.

Not to mention that he had no idea how many prisons there were in Zezhi City, he was being asked to search for people in each prison one by one.

This will not only alert the enemy, but it will also cause a lot of trouble.

Although Du Lei has reached a level close to that of a King, it does not mean that he is invincible.

Within the Snow Country alone, there are several people who can stop him, and within the City of Swamp, there is no shortage of experts.

"Well... I'll just have to try my best. Here's what I'll do: I have to go to a meeting in an hour and a half. I'll find out which prison Lord Messiah is being held in then." Glock had been neutral all along, not getting involved in the power struggle between the two princes.

However, in order to repay Lance's kindness, he had no choice but to get involved.

“If that’s the case, that’s wonderful. Thank you so much, Lord Glock,” Dure said gratefully.

Glock's status as a high-ranking officer allowed him to easily obtain intelligence.

“Please don’t say that. Well then, I’ll get ready and head out. I can ask around with other friends before the meeting. What are you going to do next?” Although Glock was very tired, he knew that now was not the time to rest, and he had to do something.

"I'll wait for your news in your office," Du Lei said after thinking for a moment.

“My office? But there…” Glock paused.

“The most dangerous place is the safest place. I will be there in three hours. I hope you will have obtained the information by then, Lord Glock.” Dure got up and left. Glock originally wanted to see him out.

But he saw Dure walk to the window, and in a flash, he didn't even see how Dure jumped down before he disappeared.

"No wonder he's so confident, he's a magic user? Well... I'll have to go gather information now, I'm so sleepy..." Glock walked to the door, picked up his coat and put it on, then put on his hat.

"Hey, honey, are you going out again? By the way, who were you talking to just now?" his wife asked curiously.

“I wasn’t talking to anyone, I was just talking to myself. Alright, I have to go to the meeting. You should stay home and avoid going out. Things haven’t been peaceful lately. You and the kids should go to bed early. Don’t wait for me, I’m afraid I won’t be back until very late.” Glock glanced at his wife’s slightly protruding belly.

He leaned closer and listened quietly, then grinned.

He went out to run errands shortly afterward.

After Glock left, Dure didn't go far. He followed Glock closely because he wasn't sure if Glock would actually help gather intelligence or go to the guards to arrest him. He followed for a long time and saw Glock enter the staff headquarters.

The fact that no guards were sent out from the staff for a long time confirmed to Dure that Glock had not gone to expose him, but had actually gone to gather intelligence.

The rain continued to fall relentlessly, and the evening breeze was somewhat chilly.

“Messiah…” Dure muttered to himself as he observed from outside the staff headquarters.

He hadn't seen the Messiah for many years.

He still remembered when he first saw her; she was a lovely girl who always had a sweet smile.

What is her situation now, so many years later?

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841 Fourth Prison

Dure didn't have to wait long. When Glock pushed open the office door and walked in, he was already sitting patiently in his usual office chair.

His appearance here surprised Glock, as he had not heard from his subordinates that a guest had arrived. However, since Dure had informed him in advance, Glock was somewhat prepared and not too surprised.

"Mr. Glock, have you found out which prison Messiah is in?" Dure asked immediately.

During his wait in Glock's office, he didn't sit idle at all. He had already looked through the map of Ze City and memorized all the hidden locations in Ze City.

“We’ve found out. Lady Messiah is being secretly imprisoned in Prison Number Four,” Glock replied immediately.

“Prison Number Four? I remember Prison Number Four is located in the western district, and it belongs to the military police.” Dure thought for a moment, and he quickly found the corresponding location on the map. He had also just done a quick look up the functions of the various institutions in the Swamp Country.

He also figured out which organization was in charge of each building. The Fourth Prison was under the jurisdiction of the Military Police Command, which was responsible for detaining guards who violated military discipline. Because the Military Police Command had independent authority, no one except the General Staff could command the military police.

“That’s right, it’s under the jurisdiction of the Military Police Command. Due to some historical reasons, there are many conflicts between us garrison troops and the military police. If it were another prison, I might be able to help, but the Military Police Command is really…” Glock said with some difficulty.

“It’s alright. You’ve already done me a great favor by finding out that Messiah is being held in the Fourth Prison. You can leave the rest to me.” Dure didn’t back down just because Messiah was being held in the Fourth Prison. After thanking him, he got up and prepared to leave.

"Give it to you? But... Mr. Redu, right? I know you're a magic user, but the Military Police Headquarters also has excellent magic users there, so you should be careful and not act rashly. The news of Lady Messiah's arrest hasn't spread yet. Given her noble status, neither Prince William nor Prince Henry would dare to do anything to her. We can try to contact some nobles who are close to Lady Messiah and have them put pressure on her. If that doesn't work, we can contact River Bend City, which is Lady Messiah's territory. In a last resort, we can have River Bend City send troops to demonstrate. This would definitely be very deterrent to the chaotic capital." Glock advised Redu and offered his suggestions.

“Lord Glock, your proposed solution is feasible, but the timeframe is too long. I can’t let my friend stay in prison for that long. So even if it’s Prison Number Four… I think I can give it a try. I’ve already disturbed you, Lord Glock, but I won’t bother you again. And whatever I do will have nothing to do with you, Lord Glock. So, I’ll take my leave now.” Dure thanked Glock again, then turned and walked to the window.

“There’s no trouble at all. Please feel free to ask if you need anything. You… wait, he’s gone again? This Mr. Redu really is elusive. Could he be trying to break into Prison Number Four? But Prison Number Four is so dangerous, it’s really…” Glock was about to say something, but Redu disappeared in a flash. He walked to the window and looked down.

There were guards patrolling outside, and nothing seemed amiss; Dure had clearly gone far away.

“Whatever happens next is beyond my control. This is all I can do to help, Lance. I’ve done my best. Please don’t blame me for not doing my best to help your friend,” Glock said with a sigh.

At this moment, you can see a full moon hanging in the sky through the window, its cool moonlight pouring down, creating a vast expanse of white.

The night was silent, the moonlight was silent.

The moonlight I saw in Glock's office was like this, and so was the moonlight I saw at the gate of Prison Number Four.

Outside the prison, a team of guards patrolled, divided into four groups that patrolled in a crisscross pattern, leaving no gaps.

Another squad of guards stood watch, firmly guarding the prison entrances and exits. Only those with passes were allowed to enter the prison; otherwise, no one else was allowed to approach Prison Number Four.

The evening breeze was a bit chilly, and it blew on the two guards, one old and one young, who were on duty, causing them to shiver.

"It's really cold on night duty. I wish I could go home early and get some sleep in this kind of weather," the veteran remarked.

"Can you really sleep this early? Or would you rather go to a tavern for a few drinks and then find some pretty girls? That would be more comfortable," the recruit said with a smile.

"I'm getting old, I can't compare to you young people anymore," the veteran said with a sigh.

"But what's going on lately? The city is in an uproar everywhere. Everyone says something has happened. And today, a large group of people suddenly returned, including many high-ranking officials who are rarely seen. Judging from their presence, it seems they've brought back some important figures."

The new recruit was standing around idly, so he curiously asked the veteran next to him.

After all, the veteran had been on duty longer than him, had more acquaintances and connections, and knew everything that happened in the city.

"Some big things have happened in the city recently, otherwise that person wouldn't be imprisoned in our prison. Speaking of which, she is probably the highest-ranking person we've imprisoned in the last twenty years, right?" the veteran said with some emotion.

"What? The highest-ranking person? Who is this?" The recruit became more and more curious as he listened.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. We can't interfere in things that are up above," the veteran said seriously.

"I only asked because I didn't know. If I knew, I definitely wouldn't have asked. Besides, what right do I have to interfere? I'm just curious and want to find out," the recruit said softly.

“You’re not serious about your work, where does this strong curiosity come from? Let me tell you, the people locked up in our prison are…” the old soldier whispered in his ear.

"What did you say? Someone of this caliber has been imprisoned?" The recruit stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

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