"Get in!"

In the dim light of the butter torches, the grim-looking legionnaire unshackles the black-haired wizard with his hands tied behind his back, and pushed him into his cell.

"Bang Bang ——!"

There was a sound of the iron fence being locked behind him, and he loosened his wrist and waited until the soldier left, then slowly sat down and looked at the dark dungeon.

The room, with its solid stone walls and rough iron, was pitch black except for the tallow torches outside the cell, and though there was no bed, there was a thick layer of weeds underneath it.

There is no water seepage, no air leakage, no handcuffs and leg irons fixed to the wall, no need to worry about heating, and it is still a "single room" - as a prison, this is already a "five-star luxury" suite.

Specially locked himself in such a "good place", which proves that His Royal Highness Crown Prince Connad is not prepared to do anything to himself, at most he can only be regarded as house arrest.

So his attitude at that time was just to calm the situation......

Or is it ...... Does it have something to do with your identity as "Turin"?

Loren, who curled the corners of his mouth slightly, fell into deep thought, although there was nothing to do in such a place except for cranky thoughts.

"Is there a new person again?"

A very young voice came from the wall behind him, causing Loren to raise an eyebrow.

"Hey, you're the guy on the other side!" The guy behind the wall seemed a little impatient: "Don't play stupid, I know you're eavesdropping on the wall - it took a lot of money to get here, and the price of the jailer of the Broken Mountain Fortress is not cheap!"

The voice is very young, expected to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, somewhat neutral but should be male, and Loren, who is still silent, constantly analyzes and speculates on the identity of this "cellmate".

As for why he is known to be male...... Well, this is thanks to the little wizard Ain, who told him about some of the "limitations" of the voice-changing potion and how to tell the gender from the voice.

"Hey, I've said a few words, can you respond a little bit, ...... You don't have to be dumb, do you?"

"Okay......" Loren shrugged and smiled lazily when he had nothing to do anyway, "How do you know I spent a lot of money here?"

"Hey... Does this need to be said?" the voice behind the wall was very proud: "This is the top suite of the Broken Mountain Fortress - warm in winter and cool in summer plus three meals a day, except for no bed, the treatment is better than the legionnaires' dormitory, and squatting in prison here is no different from a vacation!"

"Wait, listen to your tone... You are not a member of the Stronghold Legion. The voice behind the wall suddenly became vigilant: "And it doesn't seem like it was spent money to come in, could it be that some kind of big man is it?"

"The big guys can only go to prison?" Loren almost laughed.

"This is not necessarily, after all, the world is impermanent, and there will always be one or two unlucky people among the many lucky people who are born. The voice suddenly sighed:

"For example, I'm very unlucky!"

"Why, what is unfortunate about you?" Loren continued to ask tentatively, "Didn't you say it just now, this is the top suite of the Broken Mountain Fortress. ”

"That's just because His Royal Highness the Beloved Crown Prince Conrad doesn't want to annoy my family for me. The voice behind the wall suddenly became much muffled:

"When this pretense is exposed, I should go to the gallows!"

The black-haired wizard listened slightly, and he felt that the person behind him might be about to say something important, and it didn't seem to be unrelated to him.

"And the unfortunate beginning of all this was actually because of a 'zealous' act by me, an unlucky guy who never did anything superfluous, and an extra mission without subsidies, which made me the youngest flag leader in the Broken Mountain Fortress Legion......

turned into the youngest unlucky bastard, plus a shameful deserter!"

"What mission?" Loren raised an eyebrow and continued to ask, "Is it related to the invasion from the North?"

The voice chuckled twice.

"So... You're really not from the Broken Mountain Fortress. The man behind the wall sounded genuinely surprised: "Then how did you end up in a prison cell?"

"How do you know I'm not?"

"How do I know...... Don't be funny, okay?" Although he used a rhetorical question, this person seemed to be very determined, with a hint of smugness: "If you were really from the Broken Mountain Fortress, you should have known who I was a few minutes ago." ”

"And not like this... Keep trying to figure out how to trick me!"

Loren suddenly felt that he might not be too boring to go to prison this time.

Just as he was about to continue this "meaningful" conversation, the iron door outside suddenly opened, and a lanky hunched figure descended the stairs into the dungeon.

And there's... Taste of grilled meat and shochu.

"Dinner is coming~. ”

A hunched old jailer walked in with a lamp in one hand and a large tray. At the moment when the figure appeared, he could clearly hear the sound of the guy behind the wall secretly swallowing saliva.

"You're Lord Loren, aren't you?"

After the black-haired wizard nodded silently, the old jailer shoved the tray under the iron bar—a roasted bread, a whole piece of roasted venison, and a pot of soju.

"The winter in the Broken Mountain Fortress is not very easy, please be sure to eat more, and drink a few sips of soju if you can't hold it. The old jailer's face was full of smiles: "I'll bring you a blanket tomorrow, and if you have any orders, please don't hesitate." ”

"Nothing, it's already very good. Loren looked at the old jailer with a calm expression, smiled and nodded: "You are so enthusiastic. ”

"Don't say that, that's what we should do. The wrinkles on the old jailer's face were huddled together, and he smiled very attentively

"Hey, that 'enthusiastic' old Edda over there, can you stop giggling?"

The voice behind the wall suddenly complained and shouted, "Dinner is coming, I'm dying of hunger!"

The old jailer who heard the voice suddenly lowered his face, snorted coldly, took out a piece of black bacon and half a piece of hard bread from his clothes, and threw it into the cell next door:

"Your dinner!"

"That's all, it's not fair, I want to be the same as him!"

"It's good to have something to eat, and you dare to pick and choose?" The old jailer glanced at him coldly: "If you didn't fight against the family, you would have been hanged by His Royal Highness Conrad, deserter!"

"How many times have I said we, we are not deserters!" the voice immediately shouted angrily:

"We were given an impromptu mission, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to separate from the patrol - damn it, how could I have known that just two quarters of an hour after leaving, those unlucky guys crashed into the army of monsters?!"

"Shout, it's useless for you to shout and cut your throat!" the old jailer waved his hand disdainfully: "Live two more days, wait to go to the gallows!"

With that, he walked outside the black-haired wizard's cell, bowing slightly with a bit of respect:

"Please bear with me for a moment, Lord Loren Turin, with Lord Brandon and us old men of the Legion, His Highness Conrad does not dare to do anything to you, and it won't be long before you are free. ”

"The descendants of the Black Duke will never get any unfair treatment in the Broken Mountain Fortress!"

After a few minutes, the old jailer turned and left the dungeon with the lamp in his hand as if he had said nothing.

Loren Turin...... You are a descendant of that black duke, a member of the House of Turin?!"

Just after the old jailer left, the voice behind the wall instantly raised an octave, and the mere sound of it made one imagine his expression:

"Damn, no wonder that old Edda is so attentive...... By the way, how did you provoke Crown Prince Connad, and what is the relationship with Brandon de Salion?!"

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself before you ask a question?" Loren curled the corners of his mouth thoughtfully, the old jailer's "enthusiasm" just now made him somewhat surprised, but it was not unexpected, after all, Brandon had told him something before he came.

As he spoke, the black-haired wizard pushed the soju through the gap in the fence to the middle of the two cells:

"For example...... Tell me why they called you a deserter, and how did you get there?"

“...... All right. ”

The man behind the wall let out a long sigh and took the jug full of soju from Loren's hand:

"To put it simply, it was because of an accident that we had to leave the patrol team that went north, and when they were completely wiped out by a surprise attack, our group of unlucky people survived. ”

"Some accident?" Loren raised an eyebrow slightly.

"yes, that's a big deal... The accident is still unbelievable to me if it's true. The voice behind the wall grew heavier:

"We found a path......

A path leading to the Dragon King's City, Nidhogg——!"210