Bad feeling.

The situation is very wrong......

In the dark basement, only sporadic candles lit up the surroundings.

It is surrounded by metal railings on all sides, like a giant iron cage.

Hank Manan, as a famous thief, looked at everything around him, and a strong sense of crisis continued to emerge in his heart.

Although it was a prison, clean, with toilets and food, no torture instruments on the walls, and not even a trace of blood on the ground, Hank Manan would rather go back to the stinking and dirty place he had been here for a second.

Based on his years of experience, the current anomaly is a complete indication that something terrible is approaching.

Among the dozens of people in the cage, in addition to him, there were also several personnel who also noticed that something was wrong, and their faces were extremely ugly.

One of them, a middle-aged man who was extremely strong, with several scars on his face, and who had experienced a hundred battles and had a lot of combat experience at a glance, walked up to Hank Manan and whispered with a serious face: "I know you, a strange thief who wanders between several kingdoms, Hank Manan, who committed thousands of crimes, until he was caught stealing the jewels of Princess Marton.

Let me introduce myself, I am Heto Yasar, the captain of the second brigade of the wolf hunting mercenary group, and I have the strength of the [Great Knight].

I'm sure you've noticed something unusual here, and I think we need to work together, or no one will be able to escape. ”

With that, he stretched out his palm.

Hearing that the other party had the strength of the [Great Knight], Hank's eyes froze, and after thinking about it, he also stretched out his palm and shook hands with him, confirming the cooperative relationship between the two.

After shaking hands, Heto's face relaxed, and he pointed slightly at the people around him:

"I don't think it's easy, we are probably involved in some kind of cult ritual, I saw a familiar face among the people who escorted us, although he has undergone some disguise, but I still recognize his identity after a long time of confrontation with him, the [sorcerer Salter] wanted by the church, it is said that his personality is extremely twisted, and thousands of people have died at his hands.

And the people in this cage, I have observed, each one of them is well-trained, capable of killing at least one heavily armed soldier with his bare hands, and this happens to be the best sacrifice in the cult's sacrificial rituals......"

Listening to the other party's words, Hank's face became more and more ugly, because although he didn't know any sorcerer Sart, but just being hung up with the name of sorcerer was enough to show that the other party was by no means a good type, and in the mysterious group of spellcasters, sorcerers were definitely the most reputable type among them, each of them was full of blood, and they were called executioners praising them.

And according to what he had eavesdropped on in his previous cell.

The person who ordered him to be transferred was the prince of the Duchy of Marton, which meant that there was a high probability that the sorcerer was in league with the highest echelons of the country, which was definitely bad news for Hank and the others.

Under such circumstances, becoming a sacrifice in the cult's sacrificial ceremony is by no means a frivolous lie, and the probability is extremely high.

As for the lower limit of the upper magnates, Hank has witnessed countless in his thief career over the years!

For the sake of so-called immortality, those high-level elites who can even go to the pot of the same kind are not unusual for such a thing as holding a blood sacrifice.

It can be said that if it weren't for the list of sacrifices, it would probably be his own, and Hank didn't even bother to inquire about this kind of thing.

Looking at Hank's ugly face, Heto asked, "The metal railings of this cage are made of Saya iron, and each one is as thick as two fingers of an adult together, even if ten wild elephants are brought together, they may not be able to bend them, and it is impossible for us to destroy it empty-handed, can you find a way to open its lock?"

In the other party's disappointed eyes, Hank sighed and shook his head: "There is no way, I have carefully observed it before." This lock is specially made by a family of locksmiths who have served the royal family of Marton for generations, and the interior is composed of at least hundreds of parts, and there is no comparison between conventional locks and them, even with professional tools, I am not confident that I can open it 100%, let alone this empty-handed state. ”

So both fell silent.

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Most of the others also began to form their own small teams, and more than twenty small groups appeared in the cage of dozens of people for a while.

Contradictions also naturally began to arise, and quarrels and mutual provocations continued to occur.

If it weren't for the sudden transfer to such an unusual place, everyone would have a more or less uneasy feeling in their hearts, with the character of their gang of people, it would have been normal for them to have a few casualties.

Squeaky ......

While they were arguing with each other and all kinds of foul language were coming out one after another, at the dark end of the corridor in front of the cage, there was a sudden sound of the edge of the iron door being rubbed on the ground when it was opened.

All the prisoners fell silent in an instant, and after making eye contact with each other for a while, they all looked down the hallway.

With the sound of undisguised footsteps, a red-haired young man with a slender figure and perfect appearance, dressed in a black but gilded and luxurious costume, came into the eyes of all of them.

No matter in terms of appearance, dress, or more ethereal temperament, Hank has never seen anyone comparable to the person in front of him, the other party has a very special sense of existence, everything around him after standing there automatically becomes a foil, and everyone's eyes are automatically attracted to him, as if the center of the world is him.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, when the other party walked in, Hank felt that the temperature of the air seemed to drop a lot all of a sudden, and even the flies and mosquitoes that were still flying in the air just now disappeared without a trace, as if they were hiding.

Tilting his gaze slightly, he found that Heto's gaze was terrified, as if he had met a ghost, the scars on his face were twisted like caterpillars, and a layer of sweat had oozed from his bald head at some point, and it was slowly sliding to the ground.

Although he didn't understand what was happening to the other party, Hank instinctively understood that the danger was coming, and he didn't dare to do anything, silently lowered his head and hid his figure behind the prisoner in front of him.

Tilting her head to look at the many prisoners who were being held, Olga ignored their wary or hostile looks, but nodded with satisfaction and commented:

"The quality is not bad, it seems that Salter has done things very carefully. ”

In fact, he also knew that the crown prince Jem who contributed the most was the most, but he didn't care much about it, as long as he could complete the task he gave, he didn't care what the two of them did, anyway, according to the concentration of magic in this world and the development process of civilization, except for some old things that I don't know if there were, he didn't need to care about all threats.

If it weren't for the fact that the wanton killing would make the world overreact and seriously shorten his stay in this world, it would be impossible for him to be a hidden boss behind the scenes in such a gentle way as he is now, and he would have jumped to the front desk to do whatever he wanted.

But because the goal has not been completed, he doesn't really want to make any big news in a short time, attracting a large group of chaotic brave people to team up to fight the demon king.

At least until he accomplishes his goals.

Noticing Organa's gaze as if he were looking at a poultry to be slaughtered on a board, a man in a prison uniform, with an ordinary appearance, a short build, and a beast's scratch on his right eye, stood up and said to Orgar with a serious expression:

"Leave me alone, I know where the treasure reserved for himself by Prince Liarja when Prince Liarja rebelled 275 years ago is hidden!"

These days, I have taken a cursory look at books such as "A Brief History of the Kingdom of Marton", "A Detailed History of the Continent", and "The Myths of the Ethnic Groups of the Continent", and has absorbed all kinds of information in this world, although he knows what he is talking about, he still can't arouse any interest.

The treasures of gold and silver, which are cherished by mankind, have no value in the bottomless abyss, and are less real than a few corpses.

So he shook his head, and said calmly in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Prince Lilya, I have no interest in his so-called treasures, those things are meaningless. ”

After hearing this, the middle-aged man was not annoyed, but just looked at Olga's eyes seriously, and after thinking about it, he said in a low voice: "The leader of the Wind Thieves is my own brother, and there are hundreds of battle-hardened horse thieves under his command, if Your Excellency can release me, not only is it just the treasure of Prince Lilya, but we can also help you do one thing for free, whether it is murder or robbery, we can do it." ”

"Wind Thief? a familiar name......"

Olga touched her chin and said thoughtfully.

Looking at Olga's somewhat hesitant expression, the other party's expression perked up and thought that he was tempted, and added: "Our Wind Thieves are the largest horse thief group on the border of the Duchy of Marton, and no one is our opponent except for the regular army!"

"Oh, that's right. Olga nodded and shook her head, "But it still doesn't mean much to me, after all, you are the most suitable people in this kingdom, and nothing else is of much use in the face of this value." ”

After saying that, he didn't care about the other party's ugly face anymore, and looked at the other people.

Taking a breath gently, Orga's handsome face showed a slightly intoxicated smile and said: "The familiar evil aura makes me miss the abyss a little, although a few of them are not so pure, but from the perspective of human beings, most of you are out-and-out villains, and it should be your honor to play a role in my hands." ”

After speaking, in the frightened eyes of everyone, Olga's body automatically spread a faint gray-black mist, turning into a number of lines, regardless of their struggles to merge into everyone's body.

After finishing his work, Olga ignored the people who were checking their bodies in a panic, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I hope you can hold on for a few more days, goodbye guys." ”

Then he turned around and walked away without delay.

As he was about to walk out of the Iron Gate, Olga suddenly figured out why he had an image of the [Wind Bandits], a group of border bandits.

More than ten days ago, when I went to set fire to the border forest, I met them on the way, so I crossed them by the way......

Amen!

In the future, you have to find a bald donkey to issue yourself a certificate of transforming sentient beings, otherwise it will not be good to work without a license.