After trying it with wire and finding that the cell door wouldn't open at all, Mad Dog sighed and sat back on the ground: the bed looked colder and harder, so stop abusing your ass. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Glancing at the sleeping Aya next to him, the mad dog who was hungry for wine was rubbed by Aya's tail, and suddenly felt a little itchy and wanted to laugh: If I really die here, is it the "death with a sister in my arms" that will always be portrayed in history?

...... Probably not. I guess it's going to be corrupted or made into a clone. If things really don't go well, I'll kill myself. My little life is worth a lot, but I can't let the clones return to the knights.

Come to think of it this way, my inheritance is worth hundreds of Eurasian gold coins, each of which is worth three thousand fars. When the time comes, it will be left to them to spend it, and it will not be a waste. Even if it's a pity that I couldn't ask for information about Namedia. Now that she's out of control, I'm going to have to do everything I can to get her away, huh?

With nothing to do, Mad Dog began to think of an assassin he had worked with. To be honest, he had always hated men who thought with their lower bodies, but the assassin was the kind of fool who had too many male hormones to control his brain, and he didn't feel disgusted by Mad Dog: a very funny guy, and it was easy to stay with him.

Because he is always reminding you that your intelligence and rationality can be superior.

In fact, there are always people who say that men always think with their lower bodies, but when you go to real life, you will find that this kind of person is a minority after all. There are many people who see a beautiful woman's brain short-circuited slightly, but there are few guys who will continue to short-circuit. When Mad Dog used to be idle, I found that many protagonists were the kind of guys who saw good-looking girls with straight eyes and ugly appearances, but they were actually very calm.

...... Unless these girls beg him for help. Then the protagonist generally helps "unconditionally". To be honest, I actually feel quite happy when I look at it.

The Aiya really don't have any hair at all...... Because the body does not sweat like it does not excrete, there are no sweat glands, so there is no need for sweat pores?Looking at Aya carefully, Mad Dog began to calm down and listen to whether there was even the slightest movement around him.

There are no windows in the cell, so it can be judged that it is underground. Because prison is such a thing, it will always make people subconsciously associate with the underground.

You can't wait here...... After sitting again for a while, the mad dog was a little troubled: after a while, his ass was going to be numb.

What's worse is actually the exhaustion of his body and mind, which makes him completely unable to support his trembling eyelids: he has been fighting a big day, and he still hasn't closed his eyes. The battle with Namedia just now was also exhausting, and it was too physically exhausting.

However, the sweat that had just been cut off was purified by the proximity to Aya. Now that Mad Dog has tightened his collar, the more he looks at Aya, the more he feels a chill in his heart: this dress is very cool even in summer. Maybe it'll get cold when you wear it.

How can you sleep here? Trying to maintain consciousness, the mad dog is a little fluttering: it is said that in a cold place, once you fall asleep, you can't wake up. So, in order to stay awake, he began to try to observe the door lock.

The lock on the door to the prison room appears to be a completely frozen iron lock. For some reason, the keyhole structure is extremely complex. Even if you use your bayonet sword to stab it from below, it is quite difficult to pierce it.

Coughing, the mad dog was extremely annoyed: No, I'd better call someone.

After thinking about it like this, the mad dog, who has always adhered to pragmatism, immediately raised his throat and shouted loudly at the possible jailer. After half a minute of silence, a hooded, completely blinded Corruptor walked in, standing in front of the door, staring at the mad dog without saying a word.

Although he had long guessed that this would be the case, when he actually saw it, Mad Dog was still shocked: what is the current situation...... I'm in the enemy's lair?

It can't be in the Dark Glacier, which is like a pyramid in the ice city...... The thought of this made Mad Dog nervous: Could the Black Ice Reaper be in the crystal at the top of the tower?

Mad Dog recalls the scene he once saw in the living room through the energy portal and the scene he saw separately due to the influence of the horn: the appearance of the Black Ice Grim Reaper, which was completely a dark blue phantom lodged in the crystal.

"......" didn't say anything anyway, and the mad dog glared back, staring at the other's festering, blackened face: the corruptor's eyes were covered anyway.

The corruptor seemed bored, and turned his head away from the mad dog's sight. In a few moments, he brought two other Corruptors with him, and stood in the doorway discussing something in a deep voice.

I don't understand their language...... Despite trying his best to hear something, Mad Dog was confused and confused. However, he had already figured out what to do: as soon as the grandsons opened the prison door, they would let off the heat smoke bombs and escape.

...... This might be a bit hot, right? After thinking about it for a moment, Mad Dog felt a little empty: can Bulso's stuff really work?

The witcher said that taking advantage of the Corruptor's sensitivity to heat, he could use smoke grenades that emitted steam to make them temporarily unable to resist. Take advantage of that opportunity and you can escape.

...... But in this case, it seems that normal smoke grenades are fine, and after a little consideration, Ceresya decides to save on special smoke grenades first: normal smoke grenades are too easy to make, and only need a cloth bag, explosive powder, baking soda, and sugar. It is said that baking soda was added to increase the amount of smoke produced, a practice that was first developed by the Ihildian Assassins.

Standing up slightly, the mad dog hugged Aya and yelled at the corruptors as he feigned impatience: "Have you made enough trouble?

The Corruptors ignored him perfectly, still discussing it to themselves. However, after a while, they opened the cell door, dragged out the mad dog, and whispered in a cold tone, "Come with us." ”

"I'll just hold on. Pushing away the corruptor's hand that wanted to touch him, Mad Dog narrowed his eyes and surveyed the entire air-conditioned corridor, "Can you ask where you are going?"

The three corrupters of the "......" avoided the problem without saying a word, as if they were dumb. I didn't expect an answer, so the mad dog also shut up and said nothing.

It seems that there is no ambush ahead, and you have to choose whether to go up or down...... After following them silently for a while, just as they reached the top of the stairs, the mad dog narrowed his eyes and finally decided to make a move.