Disliot, a permanent dungeon on the outskirts of Mossac, the main city of the Duchy of Belmar, was used to house high-risk criminals. In order to ensure its concealment and confidentiality, the dungeon is built under a residential area. Moreover, the residents of this place, even the elderly who have lived here for half their lives, have never heard of rumors of a prison here.

A self-defense group of locals is stationed nearby, claiming that its main mission is to take care of the day-to-day order of the town, as well as the occasional beast attack. After all, this is already the outskirts of the city, and occasionally some panicked beast will roam the town. It's okay to talk about being small. But those who are too big are those who can handle them. Therefore, this explanation can also be justified.

The only puzzling thing is that anyone who wants to enter the Self-Defense Corps will go through several rounds of the most severe vetting. And everyone who enters the Self-Defense Corps keeps their mouths shut about the Self-Defense Corps, even if their family members ask about it.

At dusk, a bearded uncle dressed in animal skins drove into the town on his sleigh, which was stacked with all kinds of furs, smoked, jelly, bacon, and trinkets made of animal bones.

At first glance, it seems that the Inuit came from the polar regions and came here only to sell their hoarded goods. Indeed, when the man came to the town, he said that he would only accept silver or copper coins. As for the gold coins, he was afraid that he would not be able to find them, and Belma's shopping coupons could not be used in other countries.

If you look closely, you will find that although the sleigh is a half-old product, the upper shelves are reinforced with iron sheets, and the ice blades below are the blanks used by the dwarves to forge swords.

Still, few people in the town care about that. They are more trying to figure out how they can get the most goods from this polar trader with the fewest on their bodies.

Soon, the sleigh was surrounded by water.

At night, although it was already dark, the Inuit sale was still in full swing. On the iron shelves at the four corners of the sleigh, four torches are inserted in each.

From a distance, the flame of the torch seems to be unusually vigorous.

"Do you all see? The torch I'm lighting now is made from this deep-sea fish oil. The flame lasts for a long time and does not produce any odor when burned,......"

This Inuit dressed with a beard, the princess sells melons like Balabala said a lot. Immediately put a bucket of viscous grease on a vacant field in front of the sleigh, opened it, took a wooden stick, dipped it in a little, and stretched it out in front of the onlookers, "If you don't believe it!

Sure enough, this fish not only does not have that fishy smell, but also has a fresh aroma.

"Bring me half a bucket!" "Give me some too!" "......"

"Okay! it's yours!" the Inuit shouted the word you, which was just right for those present.

However, no one noticed that although the Inuit was busy with his hands, his eyes drifted to a position from time to time.

There, on the surface, there was nothing strange about it, it was bare. It's hard to imagine that this is the entrance to the Dislyot dungeon if it wasn't told in advance.

But, there. It's not a place where you can get in with a key.

A group of patrolling soldiers passed by and made a brief stop in the area. Subsequently, there was an evacuation of where. If you look closely enough, you'll notice that half of the 17-man patrol has a new face.

Cunningham and the other four were mixed in with the eight people who had just disappeared, and the four of them successfully entered Disliot with the cooperation of Nei Ying. However, the so-called internal response also promised to help them come in, and they still had to do other things by themselves.

These people were personally recommended to Kaningham by Duke Lacey, and although they were not as strong as Kaningham's former men, they were definitely first-class good players.

"Intrusion successful!" After shaking off his fellow jailer, Kaningham gave the other three a thumbs up.

"Disperse!" After a few people gave a thumbs up in response, the signal to disband was given, and several people immediately ran towards their respective divisions.

At this moment, no matter what the situation is, they have to rely on their own on-the-spot adaptability.

The center of the agency that Kanningham is in charge of, and here the various defenses of the entire dungeon are controlled and ordered. Originally, according to the plan, he was in charge of the last gate, that is, the iron gate where Elpa and the others were imprisoned, but after thinking about it, he still felt that it was more appropriate for someone else to be in charge.

First, he is the most combat-ready of the several people, and is the best person to take down the center of the mechanism and defend it.

Second, at the beginning, he did not "pit" the rangers of the Northern Army of the Empire, and more than 90% of those long-range reconnaissance posts had dealt with him. If you go to see Elpa by yourself, not to mention whether the other party will go with you, there is still the possibility of a fight. Although, after being hit by that kind of black powder, ordinary people may have braids between them, but that kind of monster, Caningham doesn't dare to hold up.

Sure enough, because they thought they were heavily guarded and the exit was secret enough, the loose guards only sent one jailer on duty, while the others were in the side room next to them, bragging, drinking, and spanking.

"Damn, damn it, it's unlucky, it's Lao Tzu's night shift. The jailer guard guarding the equipment leaned against a thick stone pillar, complaining about something from time to time. Suddenly, he noticed that something seemed to be crouching on the pillar behind him.

He kept his head back and observed, "Could it be that I didn't sleep well and was dazzled?"

It's the same place day and night, and in this case, it's not impossible to see the eyes in that kind of light.

The jailer continued to maintain that position, and suddenly, a little dusty thing fell from the roof of the cave, and it directly caused tears to flow from his eyes, and he could only rub his eyes incessantly.

Saying that it was too late, Kaningham, who was squatting on the pillar, jumped down from above, and slammed the famous jailer is old fist directly into the ground.

"Hey, who let you in here?" a jailer, familiar with playing cards, emerged from the side room.

Kaningham didn't speak, but kicked the boulders behind the two slaps of the adults.

"Bang !!" The boulder door was immediately closed.

The other people who were hiding in the side room playing cards, heard the sound of their hands, threw down the cards and ran out. found his colleague squatting at the door, covering his nose and humming softly.

From time to time, blood seeped out from the gap in the hand. I think it may have been photographed by the stone gate, and judging from the amount of blood shed, this cliff is useless.

Caningham may not have been as complacent as his former colleagues, and the moment he closed the door, he moved all the moving stones in the control room under the boulders, and in an instant, the stone door was completely blocked.

Kaningham, who had crept in, took it with almost no effort. And the guards were all trapped in the side room next to the organ room.