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However, Miss Mo Feng, his adversary, waved her hand again, clearly urging Ye Xiao to hurry over. He couldn't continue studying other people's spells, so he quickly set off.

This illusion bridge is like a thin layer of smoke. If someone is far away, they can't even see it clearly. They can only see Ye Xiao running to the roof of another building as if he were walking on air.

On the other side, the girl squatted down on the ground, her face flushed, and tried her best to peel the thick leather armor off a soldier.

"Brother, come quickly and help take off these two people's clothes."

"Hey, that's not how you take it off! You'll break someone's hand!"

Ye Xiao hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, leaving Miss Mo Feng aside, and removed the guard's leather armor himself.

"Phew, you're pretty skilled at it."

Seeing Ye Xiao take over, the girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked to the side.

"After all, I am a Loren, and I am quite familiar with the military system and armor here."

Ye Xiao replied, casually pushing the armor he had taken off to the girl, "Why can your illusion be used as a physical object? To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen such an illusion."

"Hmph, this is my innate skill, but I can't explain it to you anyway."

Miss Mofeng proudly shook her finger. "Speaking of which, since you're from Loren, why would you want to join the company? Shouldn't the company be considered an enemy of the Empire?"

"Didn't the young master tell you?"

Ye Xiao then took off his own set of leather armor and put it on.

"No, he only said that he recruited a good new person for me."

The girl honestly shook her head.

"Can I not say?"

"Hey, I've answered all your questions!"

The girl puffed out her cheeks in frustration, "This isn't fair!"

"Okay, if you insist on listening."

Ye Xiao paused, as if preparing her words, and then a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes.

"My wife... died at the hands of Ella Hevyl."

As soon as he finished speaking, even the air became quiet.

"Forehead……"

Miss Mo Feng hurriedly covered her mouth, her face showing a hint of panic and guilt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know..."

"fine."

Ye Xiao stood up, the moonlight casting a long, lonely shadow on the ground. "That's all in the past now. But with the mission at hand, I'll tell you about it another time..."

"No, no, no... It's alright, I shouldn't have asked."

Miss Mofeng blew her nose and hurriedly stepped forward to pat Ye Xiao on the shoulder. "Sorry, um... I'm not very good with words and don't really know how to comfort people... Anyway, don't worry, as the boss, I will definitely help you. Let's work together and we will definitely defeat that hateful witch!"

Chapter Seventy-Six: Darkness Under the Lamp

It has to be said that Ye Xiao's ability to make up nonsense has reached a level that comes easily with his rich experience in infiltration.

Judging from how Miss Mofeng treated the two imperial soldiers, it's not hard to tell that this young lady is the kind of person who is sentimental at heart. Therefore, fabricating such a heavy background story can likely dispel the other party's desire to ask more questions.

So, after deciding to answer the other party's question, almost without hesitation, a complete and heart-wrenching story instantly formed in Ye Xiao's mind.

As for the guilt of exploiting the sympathy of innocent young girls to commit fraud, if Ye Xiao had that kind of feeling, he wouldn't be constantly labeled a "scumbag" by a certain cat.

As for the innocent Ella, since it's all her fault anyway, and she already has countless accusations against her, it's not a big deal for her to add another one to the list.

After the two changed their clothes, Ye Xiao put the Imperial soldier, who was now only wearing a thin inner lining, into a bucket and swaggered downstairs.

Generally speaking, camouflage tactics are not very effective in small places with relatively few people, because most soldiers are familiar with each other, and patrol routes and duty posts are relatively fixed.

But with Miss Mofeng's illusion magic, the soldiers they encountered along the way didn't seem to have any interest in these two patrol partners, one tall and one short and their figures looked rather disproportionate.

They arrived unimpeded in front of the cell where the prisoners were held. The guard at the door, seeing them approaching, instinctively stepped forward to stop them, asking, "What are you doing here?"

"We need to interrogate the prisoners inside, please open the door."

Such casual words, spoken by the girl, seemed to possess a magical power, inexplicably causing the two guards to obediently open the cell door.

"You guys keep watch at the door. If anyone else comes, remember to come down and let us know first."

The girl even left a password so that the two guards could act as an alarm in case of an accident.

"clear."

The two soldiers nodded in agreement.

Ye Xiaosui and Miss Mofeng, each carrying a torch, walked one after the other into the narrow stairwell leading underground.

The flames cast their shadows on the wall. Seeing that no one was around, Ye Xiao asked in a low voice, "Speaking of which, since you can directly use illusions to affect them, why do we need to bother changing our clothes?"

“The effectiveness of spells varies. When we wear the guards’ clothes, I only need to make slight adjustments to the mental influence to easily and continuously change the soldiers’ perception of us… But if we still wear the original clothes, it will be too different from their impression of our ‘comrades’ in their minds. Then we will have to use higher-level magic, which may cause a greater commotion and the probability of failure will be higher.”

Miss Mofeng explained carefully.

As they spoke, the two had already reached the lower level.

After all, it was a remote border town, and the entire underground prison was not very large, with only two U-shaped passageways leading into the dark depths.

The passageway was lined with cells enclosed by iron bars. The wooden beams and pillars were quite old, the walls were dry and cracked, and they emitted a strong stench of decay, mixed with a smell that seemed to be blood.

In such a small place, interrogations and detentions are all done together, so it's normal to smell blood. But what's strange is that when Ye Xiao glanced around, both the cells and the corridors were completely empty and eerily quiet.

This doesn't make sense. Those prisoners were brought in by the soldiers not long ago. They should have been interrogated at least. How come there isn't a single one of them?

"Is there another level below?"

Ye Xiao and Miss Mo Feng exchanged a glance. "There are two paths here. Why don't we split up and search?"

"No, there's no need for that. The cell isn't very big. Let's search together."

The girl replied.

"But this way it will be faster..."

"Let's search together! We must search together!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Ye Xiao was surprised by the girl's resistance and couldn't help but glance at her face, noticing that she was rather pale.

"...Wait, are you scared?"

"What are you talking about! How could I possibly be afraid of ghosts!"

Miss Mo Feng angrily shoved Ye Xiao in front of her, "I'm the boss! No, you're not allowed to question the boss's decisions!"

"As ordered."

Ye Xiao was speechless, so he simply picked up the torch and walked ahead.

He wasn't afraid of anything; he had been to hundreds, if not thousands, of such dark places, so he was quite relaxed.

However, after walking a few more steps along the narrow passage, a glaring bright red suddenly appeared before his eyes.

It was a pool of thick, fresh blood, not yet completely dried, slowly flowing across the ground.

Ye Xiao followed the trail of blood and found that it originated from a dark cell not far away. He raised his torch and saw that the iron bars outside the cell had been broken open.

The sturdy iron rod along the breach was crooked and uneven, as if it had been torn apart by some ferocious beast.

On the pool of blood on the ground, you can still see a stained arm draped over a gap in the fence.

"Something's wrong."

No wonder he smelled blood earlier. Ye Xiao thought it was something that was always in the cell, but now it seems that it wasn't that simple.

He frowned slightly, pulled a short knife from his pocket, and Miss Mo Feng behind him immediately fell silent, cautiously walking forward.

The dark dungeon was silent, save for the soft clatter of their shoes on the stone floor.

As they approached the location of the pool of blood, the torches illuminated the once-dark cell.

Inside, scattered limbs and broken arms came into view, like torn puppets. Judging from the standard leather armor on them, these were the Loren soldiers who should have been stationed below this prison.

Ye Xiao's face turned somewhat gloomy. The bloodstains were still fresh, which meant that the person who started all of this should not have gone far.

But when he glanced around the corner of the cell, he clearly didn't see anything.

Suddenly, he felt a slight breeze brush past his head.

Almost instantly, Ye Xiao reacted quickly and dodged to the side.

"careful!"

At the same time, Miss Mofeng's reminder reached my ears.

The next moment, a sharp, beast-like claw landed just short of his face.

The gust of wind tore through the air and brushed aside Ye Xiao's bangs. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he swung his short sword in an arc.

In a flash, the cold light sliced ​​through the sneak attacking claws, and black blood splattered onto the wall.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the dungeon. The attacker clutched his severed arm and stumbled back a few steps.

"Swish"

Just as Ye Xiao was about to give chase, he suddenly sensed an extremely stealthy attack coming from the side.

He curled his lip in disdain, twirled the short knife in his hand, calculated the distance, tilted his head to dodge the attack, and then swiftly slashed at the throat after grabbing the opponent's arm.

"stop!"

But at this critical moment, Miss Mo Feng shouted out.

Ye Xiao frowned and quickly stopped his movements; the blade was less than half a centimeter away from the attacker's throat.

He raised the torch in his left hand, and in the flickering light, he saw that the person he had pressed a knife against his throat was a dark-skinned young man in a white robe with blood all over his mouth.

"Stop, Brother Kalon, these are the people we need to save."

The girl's voice came again.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: A Major Turmoil

"what???"

The man whose throat was being held by Ye Xiao took a few steps back, his face illuminated by the firelight revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Sorry, there may have been some misunderstanding. We are from the company, belonging to the Seventh Action Team of the Outpost Reconnaissance Section. We came here to rescue you."

Miss Mofeng familiarly introduced herself and unfurled a scroll engraved with her identity.

"It really is true."

A faint voice echoed from the darkness, and a woman dressed in a white robe, with a headscarf and dark skin, emerged from the depths of the passageway.

At first glance, her lower body seemed to have completely dissolved into the shadows, until she stepped into the area illuminated by the torches, at which point it became clear.

“We are followers of Bishop Emmanuel, the Shepherd of Darkness.”

Was there originally a woman among these five people in white robes?

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow and deftly sheathed the short sword in his sleeve.

"What a joke!"

However, another white-robed man whose arm had been severed clutched the cut on his upper arm, utterly enraged, "That bastard cut off my hand! And now he's telling me it was a misunderstanding?!"

"Of course it's a misunderstanding. If I had known you were this weak, I wouldn't have used a knife. Maybe I could have saved your arm."

Ye Xiao shrugged indifferently.

"What did you say!?"

"Wait a moment, Your Highness,"

Another Dark Templar who had retreated to the back also spoke up, "I remember these two. They're the two guys who used magic to trick us in the tavern, especially this woman with orange-red hair!"

"It's a misunderstanding, it really is all a misunderstanding."

Miss Mofeng awkwardly waved her hands.