The warden who guards the witches

The next day, Rose Iron Prison, warden's office.

"This outfit suits you very well, big businessman." Aiden picked up the teacup and greeted the guest sitting on the sofa opposite.

Heinz Hoffman, wearing a wig, fake beard and monocle, met Aiden in the outfit of a wealthy businessman.

"Thanks to you, the whole city is looking for me, so I have to spend a little more time to visit the prison." Heinz touched the mustache stuck on his face.

"Then without further ado, this is the content of the second phase of the transaction." Aiden handed over the letter paper prepared in advance.

He wrote down some of the personal information he knew about Mr. Bloody Clothes and Professor Dodge on it.

They had exchanged divine words before, and the second phase of the transaction was that Heinz sent the Royal Secret Police to the Falling Sun City of Gistus to help Aiden find someone, in order to compensate for his help in the matter of Sera.

"Professor Dodge of the Empire has fled to Luohui City?" Heinz frowned as he looked at the letter. He had also heard of the name of this instructor of the Empire's Inquisition. "Is this information reliable?"

"Have you traded with the Smiling Balance?" Aiden asked.

"Where did the news come from?" Heinz looked at Aiden with interest. "The information dealers asked for a very high price. Even I felt pain in my heart. It seems that you, the warden, are also very generous."

Aiden thought to himself that you are the only one who is generous. I got the information source by working hard.

"The last update was a year ago, and the last one was two years ago. The location remains the same. It is very likely that Professor Dodge is stranded in Luohui City." Aiden said.

"I will try my best to check it out, but... Professor Dodge was wanted for studying forbidden techniques before, but he has never been caught and successfully escaped from prison. The military police of the Empire are not all useless. I am afraid this guy will not be easy to catch." Heinz said.

"No need to catch him, you can't catch him. Just find his whereabouts, don't alert the enemy."

"That's good. But what's the matter with this cult leader? He has no name, and his appearance is only described in a few words... only a self-proclaimed name?" Heinz looked at Aiden with a puzzled look, "Only a criminal record, it's hard for us to help you find him with this."

"He once bought Professor Dodge's information from Smiling Balance. I guess he also wants to find Professor Dodge, so he is probably active in Luohui City now." Aiden said.

Heinz's face changed slightly: "Will he form another cult?"

"It's very likely. However, the influence should not be greater than when he was in the autonomous state. After all, the Blood Moon Cult he led before was split from the old cult." Aiden replied.

Mr. Blood Clothes has experience in manipulating religious groups, and he is a saint of "hate" authority. He can do some miracles to win over believers, and it is not difficult to set up a small cult to help him achieve his goals.

Aiden speculated that the influence of this cult could not exceed that of the Blood Moon Cult at that time, but the main reason was not what he just said, but that the goddess of the Blood Moon Cult had been imprisoned.

"Such a dangerous person is active in Gistus... Well, even if there is no deal with you, I have to find a way to investigate this matter after knowing it." Heinz looked at the letter and nodded, "The part of the information you told me should be relayed, I want to let the Inquisition know, after all, they are more experienced in this regard."

The information he wanted to get from Aiden was not all he knew, and the information on this letter was all the information Aiden wanted to be known.

"I would certainly love it if you are willing to help, but you may not be able to do anything to him."

"Just obstruct his activities." Heinz said.

"That's enough." Aiden nodded.

"Then I'll remember this." Heinz tore up the letter after he finished speaking.

"Don't need to read it now?"

"I remember it clearly enough." Heinz put the letter in the ashtray and lit a match to burn it. "Can I see Sera?"

"You don't need to tell me about the visit in accordance with the regulations. Just apply directly." Aiden made a "please" gesture to the outside.

"Honestly, don't you consider it..." Heinz tried to persuade Aiden again, "With your ability, you can definitely make achievements in politics."

"Really not considering it." Aiden waved his hands repeatedly, "Political struggle, I really have no interest at all. I sincerely hope that you can get things done as soon as possible and let this princess leave my prison as soon as possible."

"It's a bit of a pity." Heinz stood up and took his hat, "Thank you again, Mr. Garrod."

"Goodbye." Aiden waved his hand.

After Heinz left, Aiden returned to his desk and began to tidy up the documents on the desk.

To be honest, Aiden was not optimistic about the future of Heinz and Sera. The future they were seeking was in conflict with the two factions that controlled the real power of Gistas. It was not so easy to overthrow a king who had already ascended the throne, and it was not so easy for them to use the real power figures of the opposition. It could only be said that there was a chance, but it was difficult.

Reality was different from fairy tales. Even if they confirmed their sincerity to each other, it was still an extremely dangerous road.

However, Aiden did not care whether their ending was good or bad. This was their own choice, and he just pushed them from behind. He was not the author of this story. At best, he was just a supporting role in it. The real ending still had to be written by them themselves.

"It's time to submit a manuscript." Aiden suddenly remembered this.

He opened his drawer, rummaged around inside, took out a notebook and opened it. There were many titles of fairy tales from his previous life written down on it: "Snow White", "Cinderella", "Little Red Riding Hood", "Alibaba and the Forty Thieves", "The Princess and the Pea", "Iron Hans", "The North Wind and the Sun"...

Quite a few fairy tale names had been crossed out. Aiden looked up and down, chose "Aladdin's Magic Lamp" and crossed it out, then made a note on his memo.

This time I'll submit this story, Aiden thought to himself.

"Children's Dream" is a pretty good public welfare magazine. He is not good at writing stories, but he read a lot in his previous life. He still remembers a lot of classic fairy tales from "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "Aesop's Fables", and "One Thousand and One Nights".

It doesn't take much time to just copy some fairy tales from memory, and he can still make this small contribution.

When all these fairy tales are submitted, the pen name "Watcher" will probably no longer appear in the magazine.

At least for now, it seems that he can continue to submit to this monthly magazine for a few years.

After copying the letter, I'll just drop it off in a mailbox in the city. With this in mind, Aiden took out the letter paper.