There is a degree of relaxation, this is the management principle set by Quisi for the Scales Chamber of Commerce of Eternal Order. So, in the land named after King's Landing, there are not only harsh punishments, but also social benefits such as health care and urban infrastructure that are difficult to find elsewhere in Ramsay.

Even among the large chambers of commerce of the old Ramsay, which were extremely hostile to King's Landing, because their interests were violated, many people admitted that ordinary people would live more comfortably there, because their masters would loosen their shackles from time to time.

This guiding ideology permeates every aspect of King's Landing, and the field of diplomacy dominated by Namen is no exception. It's just that the cunning contract demon never suffers, and once he loosens the shackles he has put on him, then he has to tighten the bridle for others.

"It's been almost twelve years," Namen said with some emotion as he walked into the secret room deep in the dungeon. Of course, he wasn't lamenting the passage of time. In fact, for him with the bloodline of the demons of the lower realms, the past little time was nothing at all.

"Many Ramsayites have begun to mingle with the gnomes again, which is not in line with the Lord's intentions. It's time to teach you a history lesson, and if you want to enjoy a good life, you must tell who your true friends are. ”

Through a coffin made entirely of hardened glass, Namen saw the body of a raider who had been buried there, or a barely discernible piece of flesh. The Ogre Naru's violent beating made it unable to return to its original form for more than ten years.

Taking a heavy lead bottle from the rattan suitcase, Namen shook it vigorously, then uncorked it and splashed the acid on the hardened glass coffin in front of him. Immediately afterwards, he took out a tool similar to a trumpet pickaxe, and bit by bit cut out the hardened glass that had been weakened by corrosion, and finally dug a hole the size of a human waist.

The smell of the coffin came out, but the devil spy was indifferent to it, and he methodically took out a bottle of potion again. This is not Ramsay's alchemy product, but a high-grade tonic created by the three masters of Eternal Order Scale, Puu the Half-Goat, Palu, the Ogre Witch Doctor, and Sneijder, the Half-Lich who helped the Scale of Eternal Order expand its business in Seal City.

He spilled the vial of tonic down the pit and onto the flesh and blood of the robber, and not a single drop was wasted.

"Necessary cost investment," Namen couldn't help but feel a little pain in his flesh after doing this, in order to buy this bottle of flesh essence potion that was said to be able to "live the flesh and bones of the dead", he had to use half of his department's annual budget - that was a huge sum worth five thousand soul prisms, or at least twice the number of platinum coins!

If this money is given to the right broker, it will definitely be able to hire a few Hellpurgators, or have the opportunity to hire a Blazing Divine Attendant to join a battle that does not violate their morals and code of conduct.

Therefore, using it to resurrect a robber general, from the perspective of combat effectiveness, it is definitely a blood loss. But fortunately, Namen has other algorithms, which can calm his mood a little, "From the perspective of influence, this investment is still worth it." ”

As the old saying goes, "you get what you pay for", the flesh essence potion sprinkled onto the remains of the raider soon had an effect: the mass of broken bones and rotten flesh began to wriggle, and after a few dozen breaths, it took on a different shape, re-dividing into limbs, torso, and head, and gradually covering the outside with a layer of colorful skin.

About a third of the time through the hourglass, a naked raider appeared in a hardened glass coffin. His consciousness had not yet regained and his body was slightly weakened by the lack of nutrition. However, in the eyes of demons like Namen, the body of the raider began to exude a color different from the previous shape of the flesh, and he looked very energetic.

The leopard man is resurrected. His skin was a pure tan with colorful black streaks, and his craggy body had some bruises that had not fully healed, and the wounds were glowing with blue and purple lusters.

Namen didn't take it lightly, he knew that the Raider was known for its speed, and the fur on its body was resistant to many spells. Therefore, while it had not yet regained consciousness, Namen directly performed a powerful "weakness technique" on it.

The Raider's eyes, which he tried to open, closed them again. Namen reached out and pinched the back of the creature's neck, dragging it out of the hardened glass coffin like a kitten. He then pulled out a pair of shackles, a pair of handcuffs, and a steel girdle to hold his sharp teeth from the rattan suitcase.

These torture instruments were all engraved with spell runes, and as long as Namen recited an activation cipher, their mass would instantly increase dozens of times. With the torture instrument on, the leopard man's proud speed will no longer be a threat. He had to make sure that this wouldn't cause too much trouble in King's Landing, and if he needed to have fun, he would have gotten the dwarf's territory.

Because most areas of the dungeon have anti-teleportation circles, Namen can't just open a portal here to escape. He could only drag the bound robber to the upper level of the dungeon, to the level where he was being held - in order to quickly suppress a possible riot, the jailer's lounge was not shielded by spells, and was the only place in the entire prison where teleportation spells could be used.

The shackles dragged on the ground, and there was a "click" bump sound as it went. Walking to the door of the jailer's lounge, Namen dragged the leopard man directly past it, without bypassing the pool of blood flowing down the pouring stone floor. He used the key he had obtained to open the oak door, and saw three long-dead Usang jailers lying on the ground.

"You...... It's more neat than I expected," came the voice of Oak Fist. The electric monk had been invisible all along, and when he saw the robber in Namen's hand, his eyelids blinked involuntarily, but he quickly controlled his emotions again. The long sword, with its silver scabbard, was firmly in his hand at this time.

Nammon guessed wrong—the spell attached to the magnificent longsword was not a "living weapon", but a "translocation", and the jailers tried to pull out the sword, but it triggered the spell and brought the messenger of death - but it also saved him from opening the portal himself. Since the electric monk was able to come here, he must be able to leave with him.

"It depends...... I don't need to go to that 'accomplice' myself?" Namen pretended to be on guard, and he threw the leopard man to the ground and took his own single-edged axe from his duffel bag.

In this regard, Oak Fist did not explain anything, or this electric monk did not bother to explain at all. "The time is fleeting......," he said, and the priest of the virtual game god stretched out his index finger and lightly touched the air, and a portal that shone with ripples of energy appeared in front of Namen out of thin air, "...... Smart people have to learn to grasp it themselves. ”

dragged the robber leopard man and followed the electric monk into the portal. As the energy of the familiar frontal space poured into it, Namen comfortably took a deep breath of non-existent air.

Near the exit of the portal, the air crackled and popped as it was stirred by energy, and the contract demon who walked out of the portal put away the playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "You may not have heard this sentence...... Cleverness is always mistaken by cleverness. ”