Chapter 405: Hope of Escape

As soon as the knocks on the door started, Liszt could tell who was coming from the frequency and strength.

"Here I come." He opened the door and a thin figure flashed in from outside.

The visitor took off his hood, revealing his gray hair, but under his hair was a childish face, looking about fourteen or fifteen years old, with eyes full of excitement and cunning, but his red nose made him look a bit funny.

He raised his hand: "Hey, Liszt, everyone asked me to say hello to you."

"Hello to you too, Ruskin."

Liszt responded with a smile, he knew the other person.

Ruskin was one of the wizards rescued by Sevilla, and the youngest one. Since the last successful jailbreak, the wizards have built a shelter in the vast forest outside the city of Niceburg and settled down temporarily. Sevilla continued to stay in the city to observe the situation, and Ruskin was one of the most frequent contacts. People's impression of spellcasters was either a bearded grandfather or a wrinkled old woman, so a ten-year-old kid could significantly reduce suspicion of him.

Ruskin asked: "Is Sister Sevilla here? I need to find her for something..."

"What happened in the camp?"

A cold female voice sounded, with worry in it. Sevilla Asitini hurried down from the second floor.

"Hey, don't worry." Ruskin waved his hand with a playful smile, "It's not a dangerous thing."

Sevilla and Liszt both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you are here..."

Roskin put away his smile, "The Secret Society contacted us."

"What?" Sevilla was shocked, her pretty face pale, "How did they contact us?"

"Yesterday morning, we found an arrow shot into the camp with a letter tied to it."

"Isn't this dangerous?" Sevilla's face was instantly covered with frost, "It means your hiding place has been exposed."

"We are all spellcasters, there is no reason for them to harm us, right?"

"Humph, you have been eating for more than ten years, and you don't have any sense of defense. Haven't you heard of the reputation of the Secret Society in the past? Besides, you believe them when they say they are the Secret Society?"

Lister on the side recalled the name of this organization. During this period of time, he also learned a lot about the world of spellcasters from Sevilla. According to her description, the Secret Society is a very radical organization, and they are very hostile to ordinary people. The most excessive thing is that they are also ruthless to spellcasters of other factions with different ideas. In short, it is an existence that makes people shudder.

Ah, these legendary things actually happened around him, and Liszt couldn't help but sigh.

Then he heard Ruskin continue to say: "Alas, we are all in such a miserable state. If it was the church, they would have quietly mobilized troops to surround us, so it is unlikely that they are from the church. There is no threatening content in the letter. Instead, it said that they would provide us with help, but they just need to meet with our leader first. The camp discussed and agreed that only you are the most qualified."

"Me?" Sylvia was surprised.

"It was you, the big sister, who saved us from the fate of being burned to death. If it was someone else, no one would accept it."

Ross said as a matter of course.

After a long silence, Sylvia said: "Okay, then I will go for everyone. You should go back now to prepare everyone to prevent accidents, and send someone to find a new place to stay."

"Yes, leader!" Ruskin saluted mischievously, looking like a loyal younger brother.

"Goodbye, Brother Liszt! I'll go back first."

He waved to Liszt and walked out.

"Hey, wait! Tell me the place and method of meeting."

...

After Ruskin left, Liszt said worriedly: "I oppose you to meet the people of the secret society. Ruskin, the little devil, forget it, but the others... I feel that they are afraid of falling into a trap, so they pushed you out."

Sylvia was touched, but shook her head and said: "It is not a long-term solution for my companions to continue hiding near Niceberg. The secret society is powerful. If we can get their help, it will be great."

She glanced at Liszt, "Don't worry, if it is really a trap, I will never tell you if I am caught."

"Am I worried about that?"

Liszt felt insulted.

...

Noisy and dim, this is an ordinary tavern in Niceberg.

The sailors gathered in twos and threes and told dirty jokes. The waitresses carried wine and shuttled back and forth among them, occasionally knocking down the dirty hands that were quietly stretched out.

Wrapped in a cloak common among adventurers, Sylvia came to the innermost corner of the tavern, where a man and a woman were already sitting.

The man looked very young, not tall, and seemed to be less than 20 years old, while the woman's actual age could not be seen.

She asked: "Excuse me, can I sit here? In return, I will treat you to sugarcane wine."

The woman glanced at Sylvia and smiled: "Of course, beautiful lady. But each of us has to drink two glasses."

"No problem."

Sylvia's heart relaxed a little and sat on the stool opposite the two of them.

The woman opposite looked at her with interest.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

"If I'm not mistaken, you did the big thing in the church, right?"

Sevilla said: "Let's get straight to the point. If you can help us out, what will it cost us?"

"Haha, you're really impatient." The woman on the other side smiled.

While the two of them were talking, the young man on the side seemed to be casual but was actually alert to see if anyone was approaching.

"Can't it be out of indignation at the oppression of our kind that we lend a hand? Just like what happened in the cathedral that day."

"This doesn't seem to be the style of your organization."

"Humph... Nothing in the world is static. Well, since you asked, I hope you will join us."

"My personal answer is - never, but I won't stop other people's decisions."

The woman shook her head, "What a stubborn girl. But I appreciate the second half of your sentence. I hope you can tell your companions what I said truthfully."

Sevilla asked with some doubt: "Can you really help us out? Since... the cathedral incident, Lu The port is full of church sentries. "

The woman on the other side smiled mysteriously, "You can rest assured, but I can't tell you how to do it now. But our power here is far beyond your imagination."

"Really? Then I thank you on behalf of those companions who can escape."

"Those?"

"Didn't you just say that you want to join your organization?"

"Haha, but I also said that it was out of indignation for the oppression of my kind. Why don't you believe this?"

"This..."

"Don't worry, as long as we can do it, we will help you get out of trouble without missing a single one. At that time, it's voluntary to stay or go."

Sevilla was a little unbelievable. Is this really a member of the Secret Society?

"What's your name?" She used a honorific.

"You can call me Madam Red for now."

Sevilla noticed that the other party did have red hair, and it seemed that she was still on guard.

"What about you, little girl?"

"You guessed right, Asitini."

"It's you."