The night came. Amy took Ella into the cabin where the savage lived.

Since the failure to tame Movara Nijia, the savage has been crazy. No one wants to live with him, so Amy can only arrange him in a separate cabin on the floor. When he opened the door, the room was pitch black. Amy shone in with a lamp, and immediately a few mice squeaked and scattered. The savage hugged his knees in the corner of the wall, trembling. Although the oil lamp was placed on the table, the savage had never used it.

"Bobo?" Ella took a few steps closer, "Bobo? Can I hear my voice?"

The savage's body suddenly trembled, and before Ella could approach again, she got into the bed.

Ella sighed. She wanted her to defeat a thousand soldiers in front of everyone, and there was no other way except to set up a magic circle on the field in advance. But Bobo, who mastered this magic, was in such a state. Even if he agreed to draw the magic circle, something would happen.

"It would be great if Movara Nia was smaller," Amy complained. "We can ask her some questions in this way. But it is as big as an island, and we don't know where its head is buried."

"I'm afraid she doesn't know much more than me. Draguè has already told us a lot about spiritual bodies. The damage they cause to living people should not be irreversible."

"Even if he will recover after a while, he will probably not be able to catch up with the rituals on the island at this time."

"Maybe there is a way to speed up recovery. Since they have mastered this magic, they may also know the corresponding healing method?"

"Even if there is one, we can't ask." Amy said helplessly, "Maybe the one who masters this healing method is the one we are ready to heal."

"No, there is still a little hope!" Ella remembered something, "Since those assassins have taught the local rebels how to use magic circles, they may also teach corresponding healing methods."

"What does your majesty mean?"

"I will go to meet those prisoners of war tomorrow morning."

The prisoners of war were all locked in the dungeon. But Ella was not in any way to see them. She was only stopped by the guards at the door of the dungeon for a while. After informing Osomalite, the guards lowered their heads and put her in.

A group of prisoners of war would have been sacrificed to the Sun God of War yesterday morning. Although the sacrifice ceremony was stopped by Tessolomok, as rebels and prisoners of war, their fate was still very miserable. The passages of the dungeon were covered with blood, and the teeth and nails were pulled out everywhere. The prisoners who were locked in the cell were not only stripped of their clothes, but also covered with whip marks on their skin.

When Ella entered, many of them just raised their eyelids and glanced at Ella and stopped talking. Some people still spat gently in the corner. Ella knew that they were all holding a grudge against themselves, after all, she was the culprit of the failure of the rebellion.

She coughed awkwardly in the cell and said:

"You were caught in rebellion, and I can't interfere. But now you have a chance, and I need to inquire about something. If someone can answer, I can give my local Tratoani to reduce your punishment..."

"You are here again! That night you said you were going to attack Osomarit, but it turned out to be colluding!" Someone in the crowd interrupted Ella, "We don't plan to live if we fall into the hands of the Aztland Empire, so don't pretend to be there!"

"There is no need to be so pessimistic." Ella explained, "You would have been sacrificed at the ceremony. But the Feathered Snake God doesn't like human sacrifices. Not all your friends who have been dragged to the altar have been sent back, aren't they?"

"You mean we won't die?"

"From the current situation, it may not be."

"Since we wouldn't die, what reason do we have to help you?"

"you……"

Ella was choked and speechless.

"If you don't die, that's the result of Your Majesty's interference." Amy threatened, "but if you refuse to cooperate, Your Majesty will have to reconsider your disposal."

"Look! The poisonous snake still showed its fangs!" someone cursed below, "This cruel and ruthless woman was pretending to be a good person there just now!"

The prisoners all sneered and shook their heads, not answering any questions from Ella.

Ella walked out of the cell angrily.

"What's wrong with this group of people? My proposal is beneficial to them. Can't they still see it!"

Dust's voice suddenly floated from the side: "That is in the case of rationality. But people are easily affected by hatred, especially when people are in a group, they are more likely to be incited. I am afraid that someone would say something in it that they should die generously, and others would respond one after another. It is difficult to let these prisoners think rationally."

"Master?" Ella looked at Dust leaning against the prison door in surprise, "How could you be here?"

"Disciple, you asked me how to defeat a thousand people before. I have to think of some solutions." Dust smiled and waved at Ella, "Come with me, your master has some clues about curing the savage."

"Clues?" Ella asked impatiently, "What clues?"

"The head of those assassins is Sitramina, who is the disciple of Master Quilakiri. Before the action the day before yesterday, she had been lurking here for a long time."

"I know this, too," Amy said.

"Did you know that when Sitramina taught the basic usage of their magic circles, someone had the same symptoms as our savage, but under the treatment of Sitramina's herbal medicine, he recovered half of his recovery in a few days?"

"And this?" Ella was a little surprised, "So, is the savage's disease really curable, use herbs?"

"And because of this accident, the patient did not participate in the rebellion the night before, but was placed in a remote place to recuperate. Therefore, he was not arrested. Do you know about this?"

Amy couldn't help asking, "Where did you get this information? You've only been here for three days, right?"

"Hehe, do you want to know? A gold coin."

"Go back to you!" Amy urged, "Speak quickly."

Dust raised three fingers mysteriously.

"A total of three days. On the first night, I got drunk in Osomalite. You all know."

"At noon the next day, my disciple came over to ask. After I had nothing to do, I went to drink. The second time I got drunk. I felt that I didn't drink enough that night, so I climbed to the tavern and drank for a night. I was so drunk that I finally climbed back to the cabin.

"Then the crucial third day, that is, this morning, I went to drink again... Before I could drink much, the information came! So, don't underestimate the effect of alcohol!"

"You are not asking for information for His Majesty, you just want to drink!" Amy said angrily, "It's just that you are lucky and you heard it by chance!"
Chapter completed!