Chapter 318 Follow me and have a baby. Don’t follow me and have an extra baby!
The plan to have dinner together did not go ahead. Just when Mo Cheng and Dorothy had packed up their things, they each received messages from different sources.
"Something needs to be taken care of? At this time?"
Dorothy frowned. It was no longer working hours. Even the students had finished classes and gone to school. The Winterburg Magic Academy was now entering the off-get off work phase.
At this time, professors can postpone or even refuse other tasks except maintaining campus security and student safety.
This is true in theory, but the person who sent the message to Dorothy was Principal Muser. She knew clearly how the principal treated his work. To put it bluntly, other professors strictly adhered to get off work and rest hours, while Principal Muser was completely flexible.
If Principal Muzer, who has a flexible get off work schedule, could come to see her at this time, then it must be an important matter that needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.
"It seems that I can't go to dinner with you. I have something important to deal with."
"It's okay, I just happen to have something else to take care of."
Dorothy stopped sending messages to Margaret and walked directly to Principal Muzel's magic tower, muttering to herself along the way, "I'm about to win, so I come to me to deal with things? I'm sure that old principal won't play this trick, will he?"
Dorothy felt that if she were given another hour, she would be able to win the bet and win a year's salary.
A year's salary, just when it was about to be received, flew away like a cooked duck.
On the other side, Mo Cheng didn't care whether Dorothy was really in trouble. The communicator given to him by Prince Charles was transmitting a message. The content was very simple: Warden Walkley would try to escape from Fairhaven in the early hours of this evening.
Mo Cheng was not surprised by Warden Walkley's actions. When it came to escaping, the sooner the better. Otherwise, once the city was under martial law, he would be caught in a carpet manhunt.
Moreover, today is the knighthood ceremony, and Princess Mishas, who is presiding over the ceremony, is also hinting to other nobles that Queen Caroline is currently busy and unable to get away. For Warden Walkley, there is no better time than this.
Mo Cheng put away the communicator and immediately walked towards the school gate. On the way to Fairhaven, he kept changing his appearance with the [Seventy-two Transformations] and sat down in an empty place to wait.
He was waiting, waiting for the arrival of the early morning, and also waiting for the [copy admission ticket] to fall into the trap.
…
late at night.
Warden Walkley's escape did not cause much noise, except that he was recognized when leaving the city gate, forcing him to attack the checkpoint. However, he rushed out of the city gate before reinforcements arrived and disappeared into the dark night.
Running quickly in the darkness, through the dark and dim path, he soon arrived near the river.
There were two people waiting there, wearing masks to conceal their identities, and a small boat was parked on the river. That was the escape route they had arranged for Walkley. The traces left on the water would be much smaller than on land, and the river would help him get rid of the pursuers.
"Is Warden Walkley enjoying his comfortable life too much? Not only will he be discovered when he does things, but he even takes so long to escape."
The swordsman, with a silver mask covering the upper half of his face, spoke with merciless sarcasm, and he was just short of pointing at Walkley's nose and saying, "You useless idiot made us wait so long."
In fact, the silver-masked swordsman really intended to do so, but was persuaded by the people around him before Walkley arrived.
Walkley's face was dark, but he didn't say much. Now he had become a fugitive, his past identity and power were gone, and he had to flee Aundair as soon as possible if he wanted to save his life.
With such status, one has no right to quarrel over other people's sarcasm.
Moreover, Walkley could also feel that the two people in front of him were masters of the same [Hero] level as himself .
Unlike himself, who had ruled Fairhaven Prison for many years and lived a life of luxury, whose fighting power declined, these people were trained as "weapons" by the nobles and their fighting power was much stronger than his.
Walkley knew that these two people were there to protect him from escaping Andair, and they were also his insurance to prevent him from becoming a "tainted witness" out of spite.
If he did not intend to leave Aundair, or there was a possibility of being caught, then these two protectors could become killers at any time.
The guy with the silver half mask is a warrior, and the other one with the white mask looks like an assassin, a combination that ensures that even if you have any thoughts of betraying them, you will be killed on the spot.
The three of them got on the boat, untied the ropes and went straight down the river.
Seeing that Fairhaven was getting farther and farther away from him, Walkley's tense heart relaxed and he asked, "Is there anything to eat?"
Walkley had neglected food these days in order to hide. Now that he had relaxed, he suddenly felt hunger burning in his stomach like a flame.
The white-masked assassin didn't say anything. He just took the cloth bag from his waist and threw it over. The bag was full of dry food.
Walkley didn't hesitate to pick it up and gobbled it up.
"Heh..." The silver-masked swordsman was about to say something, but he shut his mouth in an instant. It was not because his companion beside him reminded him, but because he noticed something was wrong.
The boat kept bumping into something. Was it fish? Was it a rock?
I feel like neither.
But soon those on board realized what it was.
It's ice!
The river beneath our feet, supporting the boats, had been frozen into extremely hard ice without us noticing.
There was no feeling, as if it was a natural change. When the three people on the boat came to their senses, the boat had stopped.
Stuck on the river by solid ice, unable to move.
"You're out on a boat so late at night, do you want to go fishing?"
Someone was walking on the ice, the footsteps were clear, approaching them step by step.
Tension weighed heavily on my heart.
They knew that anyone who could freeze a river into ice silently was definitely not a weak person.
The visitor's attitude at this moment has already made his position clear - he wants to stop Walkley from escaping from Andair.
"It's pitch dark, aren't you afraid of the air force?"
A man in priest's clothes walked out from the darkness. That was the attire representing the Glorious Church. His appearance from the darkness at this moment unexpectedly brought huge pressure to the three people on the boat.
It feels heavy, like materialized pressure.
"Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense."
Mo Cheng issued a final notice to the three people on the boat:
"Come with me, Sheng."
"No, I'll have more children!"
