Seeing the Duke's face visibly darken, Li Aili's little brain immediately came up with a wicked idea.

"Well, actually, I have an idea..."

...

If Constantinople's opulence rivals that of the royal palaces, then its underground dungeons are as wretched as a hellish abyss.

Tick-tock, tick-tock—

The muddy water seeping from the cracks in the rocks dripped into the chipped, dirty bowl.

The disheveled Bishop Hillman lay on the ground, staring intently at the broken bowl. Seeing that the water was almost filling the gap, he greedily picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Glug, glug.

The sound of swallowing was particularly noticeable in the dark and silent cell.

"Damn it! Who's stealing food?" The bishop, whose robes were no longer stained white, cursed as he crawled out of the rotten hay where the rats had made their nest.

"Save your breath, Lowell," the hoarse old man said weakly, huddled in the haystack.

“I can’t take it anymore… How about we loosen our grip and heal a few knights, but on the condition that that son of a bitch Arthur Cold Jade must kneel down and apologize to us, no, to the God of Light!” Bishop Lowell lay back down on the hay, his chapped lips still grumbling.

“Hold on to Lowell, they won’t dare kill us. Look, apart from Archbishop Arthur Cold Jade who angered him earlier, we’re all fine, not a single one of us is missing.” The old man with a full head of silver hair tightened his smelly robe of light.

"Don't worry, just keep going. Even if we don't save a single knight, they won't dare to do anything to us."

“After all… we disappeared in the duchy. The God of Light will protect His agents on earth.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creaking sound, followed by a blinding light illuminating the dark dungeon.

A knight carrying a torch descended the narrow steps, and all the torches along the wall were lit.

The sudden flash of fire startled the priests in the cage, who all closed their eyes.

The elderly bishop Solomon, with his full head of silver hair, struggled to open his eyes a crack to observe the situation outside.

Then, the knights carried a person down.

He was a severely wounded knight; his abdomen had been pierced, and the wound had begun to fester. Before long, the knight, who would not receive any medical treatment, would return to the embrace of the God of Light.

Solomon remained calm and composed, lying back down on the pile of rotten straw as if to sleep, but in reality, he was squinting and peeking.

"Do you really think there's no other way in this world besides you and the Potions Association?" the knight who had been threatening and intimidating them for the past few days sneered.

Then, he took out a bottle of strange red potion.

"Today, I will show you a true miracle."

The potion was poured into the mouth of the severely wounded knight. The gruesome wound on the knight's stomach visibly healed.

"That's impossible!" Solomon sat up abruptly, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Seeing his seriously wounded companion recover, the knight suppressed his excitement and gave a cold smile to the stunned missionaries in the cage.

"Brothers, drag them out and slaughter them all!"