Emerging from the sewers and walking through the dark corridors again, Odin saw the heavy, rusty iron door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is Rigoletto's House - his captors have once again put chains on him. Odin had to find a way to get a few of the thugs to follow orders.

With the cacophony of rust, Odin saw the dense circle of strange-looking people again, and in a few days some of the places were vacant, surrounded by the stench of dead rats, and a black dirt in the empty space of the ground—he knew it was the mark of a dead corpse.

Burnt-faced Rayman, the Murderer, the Jack-of-all-trades, and the Shaman Rui are still alive - they are the upper echelons of the prisoners.

Hearing the door open, Lehman, who had been a knight of the Empire, stood up excitedly, but he only saw the clown, the pyromancer, walk in.

Rayman's charred face twisted into a clump of centipedes, a radical departure from his previous gentle attitude. He paced around in the small space, the chains on his feet rubbing against the ground, making a sound similar to the sound of a shovel scraping the bottom of a pot, making people's scalps tingle. He looks like the king of this cell.

"Where have you been, fireman?" he tried to make a majestic sound, but air leaked through his throat.

"He was determined to go and do great things. Two days ago, at Midsummer's Day, the whole country was shaken, all the nobles were beheaded, and the pyromancer was appointed to perform that night - maybe he did it!"

A spy jack-of-all-trades is still a good thing, and he screams, "I have sensitive ears and eyes that can penetrate walls, and there's nothing I don't know!"

"He also killed several Silver Eagle and members of the royal family, and maybe something big will happen. The Fire Warlock is not on the same level as us. The spy also blamed Odin for assassinating the nobles.

"Warlock, you are treasonous and blasphemous, you are dead!" Lehman, the scorched face, lifted a shackle and pounced on Odin, trying to strangle the warlock's neck with an iron chain. The man dragged by the shackles let out a ghostly scream, wrapping his arms around the big man's thighs, baring his yellow teeth and biting into Lehman's muscles.

However, Lehman didn't seem to feel the pain, and the scar turned into a reddish-pink, black sarcoma, squeezing out all of his features.

"Death to the traitorous and blasphemous!" he yelled.

"Ah, since he was promised his freedom and knighthood after his next performance, this brave knight has gone mad! now he's a fanatical royal fan!" Know-it-all laughed.

The chain turned around and came to Odin's eyes, and he leaned slightly sideways, and the lock ring passed by his ear, making a screeching crash.

The thin man, who was dragged by the burnt-faced Lehman, knocked on the ground a few times, and was punched and kicked by the murderer next to him, and now fainted. And Lehman doesn't seem to feel the weight at one end of the chain,

At this time, Odin jumped onto the back of a criminal, and the straightened chains followed, and the huge figure of the burnt-faced Rayman blocked his vision, and suddenly enveloped the warlock's relatively thin body.

Odin slid away at breakneck speed, flashing behind Lehman like a fish, and the trampled criminals cursed desperately, but they couldn't stop the warlock from kicking him in the head.

"Haha, knight, it's hard to find a loyal person like you in the entire empire. Odin was not nervous, and said sarcastically: "In the blink of an eye, you will forget who put you in the black prison and are about to kneel to the abuser!

"My life is for the Iris Dynasty! Traitors must die!" said the scorched Rayman, who was spitting like a snake, turned back with his fist and slammed it into the warlock's head, knowing that it could pierce a wooden shield.

"Kill, kill, kill!" "The murderer, the man from Nanfeng, who had slaughtered a small town, shouted excitedly, but he didn't know which side he was cheering for.

The Warlock jumped to Rayman's side again, and the scorched-faced man missed the blow and staggered forward a few steps without a point of focus. Odin's speed was unbelievably fast - and in that instant, he snatched the chain!

Lehman was not slow to react, he lifted the prisoner who had fainted and was chained and threw it at Odin!

Odin grabbed one end of the chain and climbed onto the back of the charred-faced man!

The iron rope spared a circle and strangled the neck of the burnt-faced Lehman!

"Oh my God! I didn't throw a single punch out of Jiao Face!" exclaimed the prisoners.

"Killing, killing!" The murderer wanted to fight with his own hands.

"Ah, the knight is going to be put down, and the loyal usually don't end well these days. The jack-of-all-trades echoed.

Worthy of being an experienced Imperial knight, Rayman did not rest on his laurels, but leaned back hard, trying to smash Odin to the ground!

Still like lightning, the warlock jumped down from behind the scorched-faced man, circled the rope again, and strangled his neck right in front of him!

"You've seen horrible things, you've had so many fewer lives than I have, fool. Odin gave his trademark smile.

"It's a matter of experience and mind, don't think that warlocks only throw fireballs. ”

The scorched face Lehman's mouth was scalded into a lump of flesh, and he closed it one by one, trying to refute it, but the whole face with the skin color turned blood red.

"Don't move, your throat is leaking. Odin smiled even wider.

He continued to exert himself, and the scorched-faced man's whole body twitched, his head moved up and down slightly, and after a while, he lay on the ground like a dead pig.

"Ahh ”

Some of the prisoners of Rigoletto's house shouted, some cursed, but none dared to stand up and challenge the fireman.

Some of them had seen the Warlock kill the Assassin and set fire to the cell.

Others have heard sensational legends - mostly jack-of-all-trades.

However, the fears were soon forgotten - in a matter of days, the men had fallen to the power of the scorched Rayman, who had previously thought the emaciated warlock was vulnerable, and now the forgotten rumors had crept into their heads.

The know-it-all crawled over, cautiously probed the pulse of the scorched-faced Lehman, and then raised his head suspiciously: "He's not dead, he still has a breath." ”

Odin's eyes were as bright as ghost fire: "Keep it, he's still useful." ”

The warlock then walked over to the shaman rui. In the heat of midsummer, the shaman of Nanfeng is still dressed in animal skins. Small, wrinkled and looking like an eccentric and frail old man, he was the most feared figure in the House of Rigoletto, as he killed six hundred Imperial knights with a curse.

Rui was silent, his eyes half-closed, and he didn't seem interested in the fight.

"Venerable Shaman Rui," Odin's voice was so low that it was barely audible to those around him, "Do you want to leave here?" ”

"I hear you!" shouted the know-it-all.

"What do you hear?" the murderer is now one of the few people in the Rigoletto's house who dares to speak.

Odin turned around and said to the two with a smile, "If you hear it, come here." ”

The know-it-all squeezed over quickly, and the murderer looked reluctant and muttered in a low voice: "What are you doing here, killing people?"

Shaman Nan Fung opened half of his eyes, his eyeballs were covered with a cloudy white film, and he didn't know whether to look at Odin or at the person lying on the ground: "What do you want to do?"

"Not only does it deprive people of their freedom, but it also deprives them of human dignity. I mean, there's a way I can get out of Rigoletto's house in the open. Odin still smiled.

"As long as I can kill people, I will do anything. The murderer was the first to speak.

The jack-of-all-trades looked surprised: "You can't even get half a fly out of here!"

Rui closed his eyes again and shook his head, the wolf tusks and ivory tusks on his neck clashing crisply: "A wise shaman will not be a stepping stone for others. ”

"I do what I say. Odin whispered, his smile even stronger. He pulled out a piece of paper from his cuff, the paper was oozing with water stains, and the handwriting on it was blurred.

"This is the poison that kills the king. His voice was so low that even the killer couldn't hear it, the expression on the jack-of-all-trades' face became excited, and the shaman reopened his eyes.