"George's adjutant? What is he doing here?" Caius was taken by surprise.

"I don't know," the prison guard said, lowering his head.

"Alright, let him in," Caius said, gesturing.

"Yes," the prison guard answered before leaving quickly. After a moment, he brought a man in a gray shirt in.

"Hello, Mr. Roswell," the man in the gray shirt greeted politely as soon as he entered.

He knew the man before him wasn't just an ordinary warden; he was extremely powerful and had a wide network. Even his v