Jared chance novel Chapter 6373

Jared looked at the red mark on the map for a moment before he spoke. "How many people do you need?"

Nathaniel blinked. "What?"

"To rescue those people, how many do you need?" Jared looked at him. "How many are you planning to take?"

Nathaniel gave it a moment. "At least 200. There are too many guards at the prison. We need people to hold them off, people to break the wards, and people to get the prisoners out."

Jared shook his head. "You don’t need 200. Me, Gwendolyn, and Alaric. Three is enough."

Nathaniel’s brows drew tight. "Three people? Have you lost your mind? That’s a celestial prison. There are over a thousand guards there, and a True Immortal Realm Level Eight gaoler..."

"I know."

Jared cut him off. "But if you take 200 people, the commotion will be too big. You’ll be spotted before you even get close to the prison. Three people means a smaller target. Faster movement. Easier infiltration."

He held Nathaniel’s gaze. His voice stayed even.

"You only need to tell me the prison’s layout, the guard rotation times, and the ward’s weak points. Leave the rest to me."

Nathaniel looked into his eyes and said nothing for a long while. He saw a lot in them. Confidence, but not arrogance. Calm, but not indifference. Resolve, but not recklessness.

"Alright." Nathaniel nodded. "I'll give you the map. But you have to promise me one thing."

"Say it."

"Come back alive."

Jared smiled.

"Alright."

That night, Jared, Gwendolyn, and Alaric left Freevale and swept off toward Blackstone Gaol.

Elara and Cedric stayed behind in Freevale to wait for them to return.

Nathaniel stood at Freevale's entrance and watched the three of them fade into the night.

He stayed there a long time without moving.

"Master, just what kind of man did you find for us?" he murmured.

No one answered him.

Only the wind moved through the vale, low and hollow, as if it were trying to tell some buried story.

Behind him, the lights of Freevale flickered in the dark like a small patch of stars.

Within those lights lived several thousand people the celestials had hunted, driven out, and crushed.

Here, they had found a home.

A home where they didn't have to hide, didn't have to live with fear, didn't have to bow their heads.

But Jared knew that home still wasn't safe enough.

As long as the Celestial Alliance still stood, as long as those prisons still stood, as long as the order of the Sixteenth Firmament remained in celestial hands, that home would forever be nothing more than the lone isle.

At any moment, it could be swallowed whole.

That was why he was going to Blackstone Gaol.

Not to prove himself.

Not to win Nathaniel's trust.

But because the people locked inside that prison deserved a home too.

That was all.

Blackstone Gaol was even more heavily guarded than Nathaniel had described.

Jared, Gwendolyn, and Alaric lay flat on a hillock 30 miles away, staring at those black crags.

There were fully twice as many celestial warriors in the watchtowers as the map had marked.

And the patrol squads had gone from three to five.

Outside the iron gate, several fresh corpses had been added to the wooden stakes.

The blood on them still hadn't dried. Under the moonlight, it gleamed a dark, heavy red.

"We can't get in."

Alaric spoke under his breath, the words coming out tight. "The patrols are too dense. Wards are everywhere. We won't even get close before they spot us."

Jared said nothing.

He kept his eyes on the prison, weighing one possibility after another at speed.

A direct assault was out of the question.

There were only three of them. The other side had thousands of guards.

Sneaking in was no good either.

The wards and patrols had both been reinforced. Most likely, Marshal Vale had warned them.

That left only one way.

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