Chapter 015: Imprisoned

They walked around the city until they were a little dazed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing the big black iron gate in front of him, the bard whistled and said, "It seems that the money for today's stay has been saved." ”

"Yes, this is just a good way to save a lot of money, and I heard that the environment inside is not bad. The one-eyed man looked indifferent, completely ignoring his wide-eyed mercenary.

After listening to the words of the two, Wiggins said to Manid with a wry smile: "Commander, you are going to spend the night in the dungeon on your first day of office today, what is your heart?"

"Commander?" Niza looked at his old friend in surprise. "Manid, when did you switch to mercenary work?

"I'll tell you about that later," Manid asked. "Did you find James in town?"

"He's not in town," Niza told his old friend. "As early as two months ago, James had gone to Parabun with the caravan and had not returned. ”

The soldier behind him heard a few people chatting at the prison gate, came up and pushed the mercenary standing at the back and said, "What are you talking about, you will be comfortable in a while." ”

Manid, who had never been to prison, naturally did not know that this was just a threat, and was a little frightened, and his inquiring gaze swept over each of his comrades who were fighting together in the tavern.

Seeing Manid's inquiring gaze, the joking Niza nodded heavily, and then walked into the prison with the intention of never returning.

Wiggins took Manid's gaze as a complaint to himself, and he pretended it was too dark to see, and walked in with his head up.

Seeing that the two men in front of him did not answer him at all, Manid had no choice but to put his arm around the stout shoulders of Karadus, who could not have been able to stand at all, and walked towards the prison.

When all the people who had participated in the brawl in the tavern had gone to prison, a man who looked like a warden came up to them and said, "The nobles are on the left, the freedmen are on the right, slaves, slaves, stay put!"

After hearing the words of the prison warden, the people who had been huddled together quickly stood on both sides.

Seeing that the two groups of people were divided according to his orders, the warden was very proud, and ordered the jailers around him to take everyone down according to a cell for two nobles and a cell for ten commoners.

"My lord, the slave did not stand in the middle as you said. The jailer, who had received the order from the warden, said to himself.

The people who took part in the brawl in the tavern were at least freedmen, and the slaves did not have the guts to risk being hanged, so it was clear that the warden had just arranged something redundant.

Hearing the jailer's words, the warden's face was a little unbearable, and he pulled his face and kicked the jailer.

The jailer, who had been kicked, understood what the warden meant, did not dare to squeak, and led everyone to the cell according to the warden's arrangement.

Wiggins, Karadus, and the Bard, along with the other freedmen, were taken by the jailers to a large cell large enough for a hundred people.

Manid was placed in another cell due to his status as a Virgian nobleman, and his temporary cellmate was the one-eyed man who had just challenged the fight in the tavern.

"I-"

"I don't need your name, and I don't want to know your name. Hearing Manid speak, the one-eyed man interrupted him.

Hearing the one-eyed man say this, Manid was very displeased, and raised his voice and said, "I didn't want to introduce myself, I just wanted to ask you, why didn't you do it in the tavern just now, but let your men do it?"

"Haha! I'm a nobleman, can I do it against you foreign mercenaries?" the one-eyed man laughed loudly when he heard the question.

Hearing the other party's answer, Manid was a little angry, it was because of the one-eyed man in front of him that he was locked in this cell, so he asked loudly: "So you deliberately want to create chaos?"

"Haha, so to speak. The one-eyed man laughed again. "You must know that life is too monotonous, and a person must learn to have some fun for himself!"

"There are many ways to have fun. ”

The one-eyed man looked at the mercenary and said flatly: "You will never understand my life, the life of a mercenary. ”

"Are you a mercenary?" Manid asked with some curiosity when he heard the one-eyed man's words. "Aren't you the head of those ruffians, why are you a mercenary again?"

Listening to the other party's somewhat childish questioning, the one-eyed man snorted coldly, walked to the side of the bed and tidied up the hay on the bed, lay down, and let out a slight snoring sound after a while.

Hearing the one-eyed man's snoring, Manid knew that his question could not be answered, so he went to another bed and lay down.

Manid lay in a corner of the dungeon with his arms on his back, but he could not sleep.

It wasn't the worst place he'd ever slept in for a mercenary, but it was the last place he wanted to be. The sour smell of the place made him want to gag.

It's like a forgotten and spurned corner of the world, separated by a wall, the rain outside the wall is noisy, and the silence in the prison is suffocating, which is a stark irony.

It was late at night, and during this time, a slight cold wind blew from the cracks in the wall, rubbing "Woo... Woo...", blowing up the dust that fell to the ground, drifted in the air, and filled the entire dungeon.

The smell of sourness, erosion, and decay made the dungeon even colder, and penetrated into the psyche of every prisoner.

Even the jailers who look at the dungeon feel an inexplicable wave of fear hit them.

In the silence of the night, a sudden jingle or the unwilling roar of a prisoner seemed to awaken the ghost of a slumber for many years, and pierced his eardrums.

How many prisoners are there in the dungeon? How many prisoners endure torture every day? How many prisoners are so unwilling to scream? And how many prisoners leave this dark dungeon?

Manid had no way of knowing, but he knew he had to get out of here.

Only the darkness that seeps into your heart is your eternal companion! Manid doesn't remember who said this, but at this moment he has a deep understanding of it.

Because in this silent darkness, only oneself wanders and sighs inside!

The cell had only a narrow window, perhaps able to fit a human head, and was surrounded on three sides by gray brick walls, with an iron door on one side and a long walkway outside the iron door.

The dim lights are lit all day long, so that people do not feel the alternation of day and night.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that all around me were dark walls, dark and damp except for a narrow window that let in a faint light.

There was a faint smell of rot and disgusting, and several huge rats ran past his feet, making him shiver.

"What, a couple of rats scared you?" the one-eyed man's voice was contemptuous and rude.

Manid thought that the other party was asleep, but he didn't expect that he had been pretending to be asleep and was secretly observing himself.

Manid was expressionless, his eyes glanced to the side, and he said lukewarmly, "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Far from annoying the one-eyed man, the other party's arrogant words made him take some interest in the young mercenary.

"Little fat man, what is your name? Which mercenary group is it from, and what is your leader's name?" the one-eyed man asked a few questions.

"None of this has anything to do with you," Manid asked rhetorically. "You've already put me and my companions in a dungeon, what's the matter?

Manid thought to himself: If the boss knew that his newly appointed regimental commander, deputy regimental commander and instructor were all imprisoned in the dungeon, I am afraid that he would be furious, right?

Manid only hoped that he would be able to get out of here early tomorrow morning, and as long as he didn't delay business, the boss shouldn't punish them. And Niza, who must be taken out as well.

The one-eyed man smashed a mouthful of spittle, and said coldly and calmly: "Your people have injured my men, am I just going to forget it?" I said that as long as you pay 200 gold coins, this matter is over, it is you and your companions who have a little ability, and you have to force me to be ruthless!"

"You open your mouth and ask for 200 gold coins, isn't it a lion's mouth?" Manid retorted angrily. "Since you said that you are a mercenary, then you should understand that every gold coin is exchanged for the mercenary's life. Do you think we're going to give you our lives?"

The one-eyed man's crippled left eye had been covered with a black eyeband, but his intact right eye continued to shoot out a hot gaze full of anger and glared at the mercenary on the other side, and the other party's words made his face change drastically and he was speechless.

After a long silence, the one-eyed man spoke again: "I really want to meet your regimental commander, I want to know what kind of regimental commander can bring out a few mercenaries like you!" said the one-eyed man turned sideways again, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This passage from the other party made Manid rethink this question!

What kind of man was the boss? Manid had asked himself countless times during the night, only this time he had changed to a place where no one would disturb him.

He felt that Alleyne had many personalities. Leadership, gentlemanly and always curious.

He had seen Alleyne cry. Tears for the dead companions.

Manid also wept for his dead companions, those who were born and died with him.

But after going through it too many times, after a long time, it has become numb! Maybe the tears have already dried up!

The next morning, the jailer woke everyone up early and brought them to the warden.

"Good morning, gentlemen, how was your rest last night?" said the warden with a false smile on his face. "You'll be out of here later, so please line up and pay the ransom!"

Hearing the warden's words, everyone lined up and handed over the money they had with them to the jailer next to the warden, and Manid and Wiggins also lined up to pay the ransom.

All the people involved in the tavern brawl last night came out of their cells, but the one-eyed man who led the trouble was still sleeping in his cell!

Manid didn't understand if he didn't want to go out, or was it because he hadn't paid the ransom?

The ransom is a bit outrageously high, 2 gold coins per person.

For Manid, though, the money wasn't enough for him to deplo, but the ruffians/hooligans wouldn't necessarily be able to afford such an expensive ransom.

The ransom payment looks more like a transaction.

When it was Manid's turn, he took out six gold coins, and the jailer quickly put them into the box and smiled at him like a sign on his face to welcome his next visit.

With this time, Manid never wanted a second time!

Just as they were about to leave, the poet's voice shouted, "Manid, you can't just leave me alone! I've been arrested because of you, so please pay my ransom with me?"

Manid turned, looked at the bard's smiling face, and a look of displeasure, and pulled two more gold coins out of his pocket. "He's with me, too!"

"It doesn't matter who you're with whom, as long as you pay the ransom, you can get out of here!" the jailer urged with a smile. "Let's go, there are still many people waiting behind!"

After paying the ransom, Manid, Karadus, and Wiggins walked out of the prison with the bard.

Kradus returned to the hotel alone, and Wiggins went to inquire about the Assassins last night, and he told Manid to wait near Duke Michod's mansion first.

The sun had not yet risen, so it was inconvenient to visit Duke Michod, and it would take some time for Wiggins to find out what was going on.

After Wiggins left, Manid and the bard wandered aimlessly down the street, not knowing where to go.

"Shall we find something to do?" said Niza, who was following Manid, in a whisper. "I have some ...... in my stomach"

"Something? We should find something to do. Hearing Niza's words, Manid suddenly remembered the one-eyed man who had been in the cell yesterday, and an idea popped up for him. "Niza, would you like to join a mercenary group?"

"Mercenary group?" Niza had never thought of becoming a mercenary. "Manid, you're trying to bring me in?"

"Recently, we have a lot of people in the group, and we plan to recruit some new members here," Manid said sincerely. "We are old friends, and you are a poet, so you will definitely be able to bring a lot of fun to our team!"

The bard Niza clutched his hungry stomach and said, "Old friend, shall we find a place to eat and fill our stomachs?"

"Niza," Manid said with a sudden grimace. "Thank you for everything you did for me in Happy Boar!"

"Then why did you forget me when you paid the ransom?" Niza replied with some dissatisfaction.

"I just wanted to tease you," Manid said with a playful smile on his face. "Let's go, let's go fill our stomachs first!" (To be continued.) )