Duron Street No. 111, prison. The guard threw the assassin into the cell. Bound in chains with a gag in his mouth. After checking everything again, the guard left the cell and headed toward the ground. There were no more guards along the way. Because the prison at Duron Street No. 111 was specially designed, not only was it reinforced with secret techniques, but it also had only one exit, located in the jailer’s room above. The exit was extremely narrow, only allowing one person to pass through at a time. With two people standing guard there, no matter how many were below, they could not escape. Raymond called out in resonance. The next moment, a wisp of black smoke drifted out of the hole he had emerged from, and when the smoke touched the ground, a scrawny person in tattered clothes appeared before Raymond. Soon after, a more robust man also jumped out. No sooner had he landed on the ground than the man twisted his neck. Amid the crisp sound of joints, the man’s figure swelled to double its size, his head almost touching the ceiling. Both men saluted respectfully. “He has fallen into the abyss.” “He requires the queen’s redemption.” Raymond pointed to the agent before him. Eilot, who had once been a cult follower, chuckled, lifting his skeletal hand and placing it on the agent’s head. The Bounty Hunter named Simmons said nothing, quickly forming several Dharma Seals and gazing at the agent before him. The next moment, the agent began to tremble all over. As soon as he began to speak, Simmons’s Dharma Seal slapped the agent’s face. Amid the crisp sound, the newly awakened agent fell into confusion. What am I supposed to do? In his confusion, a familiar voice came. “You’ve finally awakened.” “Thank goodness, you are unharmed.” The agent looked blankly in the direction the voice had come from. Then, he felt that the person before him seemed familiar. “You call me brother?” The confused agent asked. “Yes, you’re our agent planted within the New Federation.” “Unfortunately, you were discovered, subjected to extreme punishment, and now your memory is confused.” Raymond spoke slowly. The agent looked at Raymond. “You are the queen’s most loyal knight.” “Even though you cannot walk in the light.” “But you swore to block the dark arrows for the queen.” Eilot and Simmons’s hand seals became even faster. The low Dufol Language also started to rise sharply. “I am the queen’s most loyal knight, I cannot walk in the light, but I swear to block the dark arrows for the queen?” “I am the queen’s most loyal knight, I cannot walk in the light, but I swear to block the dark arrows for the queen!” The agent unconsciously repeated the words. The first time was with uncertainty. The second time was with certainty. The third time he was fervent. He was the queen’s knight. He had sworn to block the dark arrows for the queen! He remembered it all! At that moment, the barely perceptible connection at the bottom of his heart suddenly became clear. A cold voice commanded him to detonate himself! “Do you think you can still control me?” “I, Leslie, vow to protect the queen with my life!” The agent roared madly. This voice spread in the resonance. Hundreds of prisoners instantaneously shouted together: “Vow to protect the queen with our lives!” The cold power of death boiled at that moment. That inviolable nobility countered fiercely. Not only did it crush that control, it began to spread. Hundreds of exceedingly Tenacious souls at that moment saw the face of that man, saw the blood he sprayed, and the scars upon his soul, from which they spied. Everything was completed in an instant.