Inside the hall, people crowded around like swarms, and in the center stood not only Draenor himself, but also the minister who had collapsed to the ground.

Slowly, her footsteps stomped on the broken glass that covered the floor, and the sobs of the woman's fear reached Draenor's ears. For some reason, he could clearly feel that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and with a roll of his eyes, he was almost sure that it was not an illusion—even the king himself slowly raised his head and stared at him.

"Mr. Chad, is this what you did when you checked the wine?" There was no trace of anger in King Will's tone, but it still made Draenor feel more fear than ever.

"Back to Your Majesty, the wine has been confirmed again and again, and there is no problem! Besides, Minister Dmitry had already tasted it before, and my own cup had already been drunk, so it had nothing to do with me! ”

The moment he said that, Draenor felt a little regretful, and the more he raised his voice like this, the more he would arouse the suspicion of the other party.

"You mean there's nothing wrong with the drinks? Did anyone present drink the wine? The king looked up and asked the guests around him.

Draenor subconsciously turned his head, only to see that the people around him shook their heads in response to the eldest king's question. Maybe he was so bent on absorbing the toxin earlier that he drank too quickly, and he didn't even notice that the people around him just raised his glass and took a symbolic sip.

But what about Kasler? Delaenor was sure he had watched him drain the drink from his glass.

But at the moment when the minister collapsed due to the onset of poison, almost everyone threw their glasses on the ground, including Castleler, for whom Draenor was a stranger, and he would not dare to stand up and clarify himself.

"But I did drink the wine dry, and the glass is still here, and if I don't believe it, I'll be happy to drink as much as I want!" Draenor was a little angry, and he didn't know why the poisoned wine glass was sent to the minister, and this result was completely unexpected by him!

"Really? Who can prove that you didn't swallow any antidote beforehand? Castleler asked Draenor before the king.

Hell, although he replaced the wine glass completely to avoid such a situation, but after all, he also saved Castle's life, who knew that this kid didn't perceive the nature of the conspiracy, but bit back like a white-eyed wolf.

"Well, what about Garke? You've all seen him taste the wine too, right? But why didn't the toxicity flare up? Delaeno grabbed the loophole and shouted at the commander standing nearby.

"What...... What drinks? I haven't drunk it! Garke shouted nervously, as if he might fall to his knees in fright at any moment.

"Damn, even you kid ......" Draenor stared at the cowardly commander, eager to rush forward and grab him by the neck.

"You also heard what he said, no one can prove that anyone else has drunk this wine except you and the minister, and now the biggest suspect is you!" The king pointed his finger at Draenor's eyebrows, then shook his beard excitedly and waved his hand to his side,

"Now, let's see what evidence we have."

Draenor turned his head, and saw two burly soldiers standing at the door leading to the cellar, and they dragged him to the king with a fat servant.

"Tell me, what do you see in the cellar?"

The servant trembled to the king's side, fell to his knees with a thud, and pointed his hand at Draenor and shouted, "Back to your majesty...... Your Majesty, it's him! While everyone was busy in the back kitchen, I heard something in the cellar and noticed that this man had sneakily opened the barrel and poured something into it......"

"That's all! It was clearly the minister himself who asked me to check the wine! Draenor suddenly realized that even that incident was premeditated by someone, and it seemed that there was always someone who wanted to frame him, and when he was in the quagmire of being framed, no explanation could be helped.

"There is still a quibble in front of ironclad evidence! Come! Put all these strangers in the dungeon! ”

At the king's command, the soldiers around him forced Draenor to the ground like a machine, and the strange force made him almost immobile, only to see that Jeanne and Viklico were also led out of the hall by the soldiers with their hands tied.

Faced with a siege of five or six soldiers, Draenor had completely lost the intention of resisting, and he knew that he could not get out of this situation. His right eye swelled with pain after a hammer blow, and the metal shackles locked his hands behind his back, and the soldier lifted his body and walked towards the garden.

Could it be that the conspiracy was not limited to the deal between the Chancellor and Seth, but was deliberately carried out? Draenor raised his head angrily, and as soon as he walked out of the palace, he opened his still intact eyes with all his might, and shouted to the crowd:

"It won't end there, just wait, destruction will come upon you one day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier on the right swung his saber and slammed the hilt at Draenor's carotid artery, and he felt his eyes sink and his brain lost consciousness as if it had been crushed.

I don't know when gravity hit like a flood......

Puff –

"It's damning...... What's going on......" Draenor felt his veins about to burst open and his brain swayed in his skull like fluid, and he quickly grabbed the metal stick in his hand and stood up.

"Iron bars?" The cold touch spread from his fingers, and he quickly opened his left eye, only to see a narrow corridor in front of him, and dozens of arm-thick iron rods stood erect at the stone bricks under his feet and the corridor less than ten centimeters apart.

Draenor tentatively touched the swollen eye, his vision blurred, and his right eye still couldn't see his surroundings, but the stinging pain was enough to wake him up.

After regaining his senses, he turned his head to look behind him, and there was a wooden bed with a random pile of blankets, a completely inconspicuous ventilation window, and a blurry pile of rags in the corner. This isn't a rest room, it's a dilapidated cell!

Memories gradually became clear, he was framed for poisoning the minister at a banquet, and is now in the palace dungeon of the city of Boyara.

The first instinct was to walk to the window to observe the surroundings, and Draenor stood on tiptoe and looked out the window with the metal guardrail, and it turned out to be the familiar garden. Looking to the side, I could just observe the VIP lounge where I had stayed before, and roughly estimated that the dungeon should be three meters underground, leaving only a window of less than twenty centimeters to barely breathe.

"Heh, just a few meters apart, the palace and the prison cell become completely different." Draenor sneered, he had never felt at home even in the break room, where he had to hide his identity to deal with the people who came and went, but he was able to completely relax in prison, and there was no need to continue to be restrained.

"By the way, where are they?" In his last impression, he barely remembered that Jeanne and Viklily had also been taken to a carriage, and it was likely that they were somewhere in the dungeon.

Draenor walked quickly to the edge of the iron bar, but suddenly noticed that there was something strange about the cell door, and unexpectedly there was a metal deadbolt on the inside of the cell door! What does that mean? Do you want the prisoners to use this as a hotel?

Curiosity drove him to reach out to the outside of the cell door, and after a few moments of fumbling for a while, he found nothing resembling a keyhole. Although it felt a little incredible, Draenor still had the mentality of giving it a try, and pulled the deadbolt on the inside of the cell to the side, who knew that the moment the lock was opened, the cell door would automatically open outward.

"What? Does this still count as a prison cell? Draenor was about to take a step out when he heard an eerie murmur behind him.

"Hehehehehehe...... The young man is different, he dares to push the door and walk out of the cell. ”

Is there anyone else in the dungeon? He suddenly became alert, and turned to stare at the corner where the sound was coming from.

Who would have expected that the rag from before would stand up tremblingly, and even stretch out a pair of withered arms to stretch its waist, and the moment it turned around, Draenor was almost sure that it was a scrawny humanoid.

"Whew—what a good sleep...... If you want to live, close the door, boy, the predation is about to begin. ”