He arrived there and pushed aside the rest of the criminals who were surrounding someone on the floor.
"What's going-" He halted speaking the moment his eyes fell on an old-looking criminal on the floor with a spell book in his hand.
He squatted down and grabbed the book, then looked at it.
His brows wrinkled on seeing that it was a spell book.
What exactly would a prisoner be doing with a spell book?
He wondered and stood up on his feet.
He ordered the guards to get Celvit, and once he arrived in the cell, Luthiel showed the prisoner to him.
"What is wrong with him?" He asked.
Celvit looked at the prisoner and squatted down.
He grabbed the prisoner's hand, and his eyes instantly narrowed, no longer feeling his pulse.
He touched his neck and turned his head to look at Luthiel.
"He is…dead." He announced, and a slight frown appeared on Luthiel's face.
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
