Thrown into Prison

"What the matter?" Leon muttered, his expression contained a hint of confusion and shock. "Why do they want to arrest me?"

"Don't struggle, or we will use force." The leader among them said, he pointed another guard to cuff him.

Leon didn't understand, why these people want to arrest him? Did the sect find out—No they shouldn't—he didn't see any wanted posters in the city.

He thought of fighting back, but he knew that it may lead to even bigger trouble. This was the capital city of Tristone kingdom, surely some powerful figures must be hiding inside somewhere. He thought for a while and finally decided to surrender.

The guard looked at him, he pulled out handcuff from his belt and arrived in front of him. Leon didn't resist and let the guard cuff him.

Leader guard looked satisfied from Leon's actions and ordered others to follow him, all of them including Leon also silently followed the guard.

"May I ask," Leon asked, looking at leader guard. "Why am I arrested?"

The guard looked at him for a while, then turned around and started walking.

"It's not my job to tell others crime, you will know soon," the guard said to him while walking.

After walking for a while, they arrived at a large building, not very tall but wide enough to hold thousands of people. It was a prison. The guards could be seen everywhere, some were standing while others were marching, patrolling from one place to another, gazing their sharp eyes at every detail they could see, and it seemed that nothing could pass through their eyes.

He noticed two people, standing at the font of the prison gate. And these people were also looking at him. From the uniform, he could tell that these people were superior officers. He felt nervous but quickly calmed himself down. What he most worried was the sect, if it was the sect then he would do everything to run away now. Even if he has to risk his life or transform into an avatar.

The guard pushed him in front of a fine looking man, it was of course Asher. He looked refined, noble and neatly dressed. On the other hand, Yale looked more of a solder, well-built body, sharp face, and strict discipline. It made him a hard person to talk, even his subordinates talked to Asher if they wanted to convey a message to him.

"A brat?" Before Asher could speak, Yale spoke out loud. "Brat, where is the package? Tell me now, otherwise, we in the military really teach good discipline to brats like you."

Those words were threatening, he didn't mind to kill this brat, but the package was too important. He must look for it before deciding this brat's fate.

"Package? What package?" Leon was confused. "I don't know about any package."

Yale went forward, he wanted to slap this brat really hard then ask whether he knew or not. At this moment, Asher came forward and asked again.

"Kid, where is your cat? It killed our guards and stole from us."

As soon as those words came out, Leon face changed, and he immediately knew that how he got into trouble.

"Damn!" Leon cursed loudly. 'I told that damn cat to lay low for a while but that bastard...'

"General," Leon said. "That cat and I don't have any relation. If you find him, feel free to butcher him."

Yale was angry at this time. He decided to break one or two bones of this brat. He went forward and lifted his hands.

"Report! Sir" At this time, a guard arrived in front of Yale as shouted.

Yale stopped and looked at the guard, he knew that guard wouldn't interrupt him if it wasn't a serious matter.

"Speak!" Yale said to the guard.

"Sir, Lord Kesler will be arriving soon, and the messenger informed us that Lord Kesler is furious."

Yale knew it was not a good sign. At least, he caught the offender. There shouldn't be some serious ramifications for now.

"Throw him into the cell, let lord Kesler deal with him," Yale said, his voice was filled with resentment and anger. "All this for naught."

Leon was thrown into the cell, it was eight by eight square cell, there were several cells next to him, but he mostly noticed common criminals. It seemed they only kept common people here, and practitioners were kept somewhere else.

He collected some straws on the ground and sat on it. He calmed his mind and thought about his previous experiences. There was something strange, he couldn't tell but it was there. He always feels that every decision he makes, his inner-self doubts it.

In the past, he won't be so cautious, but now, he was questioning most of his decisions. 'Why he didn't kill those bandits?', 'Why he didn't change his face?', 'Why he didn't resist arrest'.

He could think of possibilities that he couldn't before, he could decipher the puzzles now, that would have been impossible for him to solve before. He felt it was coming from his soul, maybe it was an illusion but he felt that after fusing with death, not only his emotions but also his other attributes such as intelligence also increased. And he was just started to understand and adapt now.

"What Thunder stole?" Leon said, his mind was filled with questions, "Which made them so desperate?"

"I will teach that damn cat a lesson after leaving this place." He cursed Thunder.

This place is not built to hold cultivators, and it should be easy to breakthrough from this prison. But the real problem is finding an opportunity. If one of those guards arrive here, I could simply kill them and steal their faces, then, leaving this place shouldn't have any difficulty.

That man—Yale—said, that some lord Kesler was coming, he should be some influential figure. If he is alone then I could kill him, if not then, I can only wait for him to leave then find another opportunity to leave.

"AAAAHHHHHH!"

"I will kill you son of a bitch." A man screamed and then shouted.

"He He He!" A guard laughed, he seemed to enjoy, "You won't have the opportunity."

"Who told you to offend Lord Blake? You are bound to die in this place just like your father."

"Ha Ha Ha Ha!" the Guard wildly laughed and said.