The shouts echoed, murderous.

Simmons kept the secret arts, causing the voice to echo through the cell, but not spilling out.

Elot was monitoring the ground, keeping an eye out for the wind and grass.

Raymond sensed everyone's heartbeat.

When such heartbeats are all in line -

The 'sniper' shouted again:

"We need to act!"

"I have a hidden arsenal in Hanse Harbor, although it is not enough to equip everyone, although it is not the latest weapon, but this is temporary, because ......"

"Our enemies have!"

"What we need is to get back the weapons, equipment, food and ammunition that belong to us from their hands!"

"Now, let's act!"

The voice fell, and Raymond began to contact him alone.

"Boyle, please!"

"Please broaden the path forward for everyone!"

Raymond said.

"Leave it to me, Captain!"

Somewhere in the bottom of the cell, a fat prisoner opened a 'secret passage' and stuck his head in.

Then, suck it in.

Call!

The soil in the passage began to loosen, and patches poured into the mouth of the prisoner named Boyle.

Quickly, the passage began to widen.

Boyle's form did not change in the slightest.

He can eat dirt.

And it has a unique way of storage.

Just half an hour later, the passage widened.

The prisoners slipped into the passage.

"Nozan, please."

Raymond said.

"Okay, Captain!"

An eerie voice replied.

Then, a tall, thin figure raised his hand, and a thin mist covered all the prisoners, and the next moment, the prisoners who were contaminated by the mist immediately lost their traces.

The overconsumed Nozan's body swayed and was about to fall.

At this time, the emaciated Elot helped Nozan by the hand.

A steady stream of power was pumped into Nozan's body.

"Lot, that's enough, save some of your strength."

"There's still so much to use your power in the future."

When he was able to stand, Nozan struggled to pull out his arm and smiled wearily at the emaciated skeleton-like Elot.

"Don't worry."

"I don't care about this consumption yet."

"And ......"

"When I get to the ground, those enemies are enough for me to replenish my strength."

Shaped like a skeleton and terrifying, Elot held Nozan again

"Okay, I'll help you then."

Nozan nodded in promise.

"Count me in."

"And me."

"I'll go too."

Voices rang out among the prisoners.

All are pledging to help Elliott.

A smile appeared on Elot's thin skeleton-like face, which should have been terrifying, but inexplicably gave people a little warmth.

The prisoners moved faster.

No one thought that these prisoners would be able to unite.

Or rather, no one believed that these prisoners would unite.

Without the shackles of chains, they were able to freely use secret arts, and after selfless cooperation, the group of prisoners erupted with an impressive power.

In a few moments, they left the dungeon at 111 Delen Street and came to the surface.

Once again, Nozan covered everyone's traces with secret magic.

Boyle turned around and vomited all the dirt in his stomach.

Moments later, after the soil had filled in the tunnels, the group of prisoners looked in unison at 111 Delenn Street, where they could sense that their Majesty was there.

Everyone knelt on one knee and bowed their heads in silence.

"Please rest assured."

"Your enemy."

"We'll sweep it for you."

After the words of an oath, the group of prisoners stood up, and after a few breaths, quietly disappeared into the night.

Denise, who was curled up in the fourth-story sofa at 111 Delen Street, looked at it, as if she had noticed something, and couldn't help but raise her head and look around, and when she found that there was nothing, she couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, this book is so wonderful!" It's just a story about an ordinary young man who becomes a knight, but it makes people feel enthusiastic, and I have auditory hallucinations! ”

After sighing, Denise looked around at the empty surroundings, carefully put the book aside, stood up, and then, she coughed lightly, pinched her throat, made her voice more masculine, and said:

"Born of glory, Mr. Knight."

Then, Denise turned again, facing the place where she had been standing, and replied in a deliberately low voice:

"Die for glory, squire."

With that, Denise took another small step and stood in the middle.

It regained its original sound.

It says:

"Charge!"

"My knight!"

When she said this, Denise seemed to feel a little shy, and lay back on the couch with her shy face covered, and continued to look through the book.

When I saw the excitement, I couldn't help but dance with my hands.

When I saw the sad place, I couldn't help but cry secretly.

When you see a wonderful place, you will stand up and imitate it again.

Laughing, crying, crying, that's all Denise is.

And the idea couldn't be simpler.

"Jason has something to do, don't play with me."

"Then I'll play with myself~"

With this in mind, Denise continued to read happily.

And then......

It's dawn.

With dark circles under her eyes, Dennis looked at the rising sun and froze in place.

How so?

I just wanted to sleep after reading this chapter.

How did it get bright?

"Delusion!"

"I must have fallen asleep and accidentally flipped through the book!"

"No!"

"It was the book that touched me first, and I opened it!"

Denise emphasized.

Then, holding the book, he fell asleep on the sofa.

Curled up and warm?

Sorry, it doesn't exist.

The undead are not afraid of the cold.

So, Denise slept on all fours, and ...... Drooling, pouting.

"Meat and bones...... Delicious...... One more ......."

With a low dream cry, Denise slept more soundly.

Breakfast?

It won't be missed.

Because, Jason will call it.

Even if you don't call it, it can wake up when it smells.

And Jason, who was pinned on by Denise, was a little anxious at the moment.

Looking at the two thick stacks of papers on the desk in front of him, Jason felt his eyes dry, his temples swollen, and his whole brain groggy.

Jason is not a person who doesn't like to read.

But, for the first time, Jason discovered that reading was so boring.

He recognized every word on these documents.

But when they were put together, why couldn't he understand it?

"Does Gerald have to review so many documents every day?"

Jason couldn't help but ask Little Lead, who was assisting him in his office.

"It's half a day."

"This is only the previous afternoon, this morning's will be delivered at noon."

"After you finish lunch, you need to complete the review before dinner."

Little Leader corrected.

Jason couldn't help but rub his temples.

But he is not one to give up easily.

What's more, he promised Gerald.

So......

He threw the quill back in his hand and got up and walked outside.

"Lord Gerald, you ......"

"What you get on paper is shallow, and only when you practice can you know the truth."

Jason said, not looking back, striding forward.

Just as Jason was about to step out of the door frame, a rush of footsteps came—

Step, step!

"Urgent!"