Future Sukarana vividly remembers that when he was in Honia, the night before he was about to leave the Western Continent, Assi suddenly came to him, handed him the dagger without warning, and threatened in his usual mean and cold tone: "Take it, remember not to disappoint her! Otherwise, I will personally go to the Eastern Continent and drag you back, and then use this dagger to cut off your head and throw it into the sea to feed the fish." ”

After throwing off this sentence, before he could react, Assi left without looking back.

Since then, the dagger, which has linked all the pain and fond memories of Future Sukarana, has been lying quietly in his arms. After returning to the Eastern Continent, he had never put it in his hand and took a good look at it like he did now. Because he didn't dare, he feared that he would be deterred, afraid that he would think of the man who always made him feel that he would never be able to surpass. As soon as he saw this dagger, Assi's slightly grim smiling face, and the pair of tear-like red freckles under his blue eyes, suddenly jumped into his heart, and it was incomparably clear, as if to mock his shallowness and ignorance. When he thought of that thrilling face, he couldn't help but get nervous, whether it was the fear of the strong, or the admiration of the wise, or the admiration of the beautiful?

But now, this dagger has become their only bet, if they return in vain, everyone must not feel good, right? Assi's mocking smiling face, as if overlapping with the dagger in his hand, became extremely heavy, making him feel that he is both incompetent and ridiculous, does he still have to rely on Assi's strength after all?

Sang Wu next to him saw that he had been staring at the dagger in a daze, so he urged: "What's the matter? If you don't hurry up, it's too late, no matter what, let's try it first." ”

Only then did Future come back to his senses, hold the dagger in his hand tightly, take a deep breath, calm his mind disturbed by the memory, and then raised his hand and slashed it down angrily...... With a muffled thud, an unexpected miracle happened! The few people who had not had much hope were stunned that the huge iron lock had been easily cut in half by a small dagger.

As hard as it could be, this is clearly not the time to explore how this little dagger could be so magical. They had to act as quickly as possible, and no one could have predicted what was going on inside the building anyway, so there was no need to waste time speculating while standing at the doorway. After making up their minds, they pressed their hands against the two heavy gates, and prepared themselves for the attack, before pushing forward with all their might...... However, when the gate was opened, there were no Naboland soldiers in sight, except for a foul smell of heat rushing towards their faces. The four of them looked at each other in confusion.

At this moment, there was a dull and monotonous percussion of "dang-dang-", overlapping and repeating. Several people couldn't help but smell the sound, only to see a huge hole in the ground in front of them, and red firelight and dull banging sound kept coming out of the hole.

They hurried to the edge of the cave to take a look, and it turned out that the slaves were all locked up in the cave shaped like a deep well. There seemed to be a number of tunnels underneath, and the foundry, apparently a converted pit from a depleted mine, was filled with discarded slag, and a foul smell of heat was constantly pouring up from below, and the working conditions were terrible.

The gate was locked from the outside, and the cave wall was deep and vertical, so there was nothing to climb on, no wonder there were no guards, and there were only a few dozen guards outside the huge walls of the field, because the slaves could not escape.

How did the Napoleanders get the weapons made by their slaves out of the deep hole? One end of the staircase was fixed to the edge of the opening, and the other end was hoisted high, suspended from the inner roof of the massive building, and controlled by a long iron cable and pulley, the other end of which was fixed to an iron winch at the edge of the building's inner wall, which was difficult for the slaves in the deep cave to reach.

So, the four of them slowly turned the heavy winch, loosened the iron rope that was wrapped around it, and let the movable staircase slowly descend from the roof. Once they reached the bottom of the cave at the end of the stairs, they climbed down the stairs.

As soon as his heels hit the ground, Sang Wu couldn't wait to shout loudly: "We have lowered the stairs, there are only a few dozen guards outside the field, as long as everyone rushes out together, we will be free immediately!"

However, the response to Sang Wu was only a repetitive, dull tapping. The slaves froused and toiled in the polluted abandoned mines, and many of them grew weaker and weaker, and they looked up sluggishly, glanced at the four men with their lifeless eyes, and then bowed their heads in silence and went on with their work, as if they had heard nothing. Although Sang Wu was disappointed, he was not surprised, he wanted to help the slaves out of their hardship was so urgent, but he had to patiently agitate: "Napoleand is breaking out of civil strife, it is difficult to take care of the foundry, this is a rare opportunity, as long as you bravely step out of this gate, you will soon be free, please believe me......"

Unfortunately, no matter how anxiously he cried out, the slaves ignored him, and later did not even bother to raise his head. Sang Wu was sad and anxious, not knowing what to do, and looked back helplessly at the three partners behind him, but saw that their faces were full of helplessness, more disappointed than sympathetic.

The sweltering heat caused Mirai to feel a dull ache in his back tattoos, and he endured the burning discomfort to remind everyone that time was limited, and that if the slaves really didn't want to leave, they shouldn't stay long...... But at this moment, a heavy sound of shackles was heard from the depths of the cave. Soon, a tall, muscular figure slowly walked out from behind the crowd.

This slave was different from the others, as he was the only slave here with shackles on all four limbs. He was even taller than Future Sukaranna, and his limbs were very strong and powerful, probably due to the long hours of heavy shackles, and his silhouette appeared hard and resolute in the light of the fire. His dark brown hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and his thick beard almost covered half of his face, but his blue-gray eyes were so bright that he was completely different from the sluggishness of other slaves.

He walked up to the four men and stood still, and said in a deep and loud voice, "If you can open the iron lock outside, you must be able to open the shackles on my body as well, and help me open it, and I'll go with you!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the four people suddenly lit up and they were excited. Seeing that he did not hesitate to stretch out his hands that had been imprisoned by heavy shackles for many years, he quickly took out the dagger, carefully inserted it into the narrow gap between the shackles and his wrists, and then pulled it out with great force, neatly cutting off the heavy iron ring, and then broke the shackles on his feet in the same way.

"Hahaha...... Finally free!" he threw up his hands and looked up to laugh, the sound of which echoed through the deep cavern, and even the sand on the walls of the cave was shaken off. "Let's go!" After dropping these two words, he strode straight up the stairs.

"But...... What are they going to do?" asked Modi, hesitantly.

"Hmph, even if you kneel down and beg them, they won't go with you, so why waste your time?" said the man on the stairs without looking back.

"Let's go!" Mirai urged, and then stepped up the stairs as well, and Modi sighed, followed by Tiward.

Looking at those passive and obedient slaves, Sang had no choice but to open his eyes regretfully, and without saying anything more, he turned around and stepped on the stairs. He knew the reason why they were reluctant to leave, but it was precisely because he knew it too well that his heart was like a knife.

In the end, only the five of them came out of the foundry, and the guards outside the gate did not know it. I thought that a fierce fight might be needed to leave, but to the surprise of them, the slave who came out with them was much more brave than expected, and it was still more than enough for him to take down six or seven guards with weapons in hand. In this battle, they won easily.

When she returned to the hill she had agreed with Kama, she was already standing there waiting. They all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they might have to go to her, but they didn't want her to take down a Naboland soldier on her own, and change into a clothes that didn't fit well. Although it may not be pretty, it is much more convenient than the previous gorgeous costume, and it will not be so eye-catching on the back road.