With all the supplies sent by Ellen, Hemmer got along in the Essotaha Prison, and it felt like he was coming home when he entered the prison.

In a private cell furnished like a fancy hotel, Hurmer invites three of his new acquaintances to form a Heat football squad to dominate the court.

More importantly, he wants to enhance his relationship with these people, and maybe he will have the opportunity to recruit them for his own use when he is released from prison in the future.

Jalil of Arabi, according to himself, is a member of the royal family and the nephew of the Great Sultan Jafar.

Jalil usually destroys people on the field, and when he is free, he likes to brag about his glorious deeds in the past, and he has a thousand stories in his stomach, and he tells them every day without repeating them.

Although he looks like a narcissistic middle-aged greasy man, Hemmer has found out through this time that this guy is really a big hand, and in a court fight, Jalil faced five strong prisoners alone, and a steel pipe and a man beat the opposite side one by one.

Because Jalile likes to attack people's crotch with his legs, he is also nicknamed Bakugan Boy by his fellow inmates who eat melons.

Hemmer often brought some food for Jalil, and he became acquainted with each other as he came and went.

Dwarf Dun Joseph Bergman, a vengeful ranger from the Dragonback Clan, calls himself the oldest drunkard and a legend in the winemaking world. Keen to control himself and go to ball games, Joseph, who was drunk and furious, was almost a god and unbeatable, and in his opinion, smashing a man's head with a punch was no different from smashing a wine barrel.

Genevieve, a vampire girl from the Principality of Parlaon in Bretonnia, currently seems to be the most harmless of the four-person group, always smiling quietly, rarely taking the initiative to deal with others, usually just asking Hermer for some fruit wine, and her biggest hobby is watching Heat football games, watching the hormonal men sweat.

It's not without the bad luck that Genevieve has been harassed, but these shriveled corpses of the iron and shriveled will be carried out of prison the next day.

Genevieve explained that she had traveled to the Aurora Empire and Nipon in the East, where she had been doing business for a while, while learning some self-defense skills from a modest Aurora monk.

The remaining three will be skeptical, with reservations about Genevieve's combat prowess.

In the team of four, Hemmer has the lowest combat power on the surface, but the equipment is also the most luxurious.

He carried with him an entire arsenal of small arms, ranging from a small dagger dagger to a monster-hunting Jezai rifle. However, he was still able to swagger these weapons on his back, and the guards turned a blind eye to them.

Of course, it's all in Aren's care.

A group of fellow inmates couldn't understand how this dark elf could have a relationship with the royal family of Irees, and it was outrageous.

In prison, the three friends looked around at Hemmer's luxuriously furnished cell, revealing disbelief.

Looking at the rows of unopened wine in the closet, Joseph's eyes widened, "My God, does that bean sprout know that you have built a paradise in his prison?" ”

Hemmer was sitting on a steel frame bed, dangling his two restless long legs, and he knew that the dwarf was talking about Esarion, so he smiled and nodded, "Of course I do." ”

"Then he still has you living a good life like this?" Jalil was shocked, "Please, we're in prison, not in the summer palace." ”

As he spoke, he approached Hermer, holding his goatee stubble, and looked him up and down, as if he had known him for the first time, "Say, are you the illegitimate son of the women of Esarion and Truuzzi?" ”

"Well, I think so." Naturally, Genevieve picked up a piece of the fine quality Ires cheese on the table and put it in his mouth, admiring and expressing his contentment.

"Whew, that's great, I've forgotten how many years I haven't eaten cheese made by the High Elves, which is a luxury that only the nobility eats in the Empire. Honestly, is it possible that you are also tired of the erosive aristocratic life, so you came to experience the life of a prisoner? ”

Aha?

Hemer's face twitched slightly, and he hurriedly waved his hand, "Where do you all want to go?" I'm just with Aisarion's niece. ”

"What?!"

The three of them looked at each other in shock.

Jalil gave Hemmer a thumbs up and admired him sincerely: "You are ruthless, you are more ruthless than me." ”

"Oh my God." Joseph slapped his forehead, looking like he needed a few good bottles of wine to calm down, and in fact he did.

Only Genevieve, who likes to listen to gossip, looked excited, "A princess of the High Elves has fallen in love with the lord of the Dark Elves, oh my God! ”

Thinking of Hemmer being imprisoned by Esarion, Genevieve instantly finished a bloody stage play in his mind.

"The things that the aristocratic daughter and the poor boy have to say, the evil and indifferent uncle is a hindrance from the slap away of the bitter mandarin duck, oh no, my Verena, this is too exciting! Tell me about what happened between you and let me hear about it. ”

Hemmer smiled bitterly, how could it be so romantic as Genevieve said.

He's with Aurelia and, strictly speaking, he's just taking advantage of others.

At this time, Joseph, who was holding a sea of wine bottles on the table, burped and said drunkly, "I know, these are all old stories." The boy finds the girl, the boy loses the girl, the girl finds the boy, the boy forgets the girl, the boy remembers the girl, and then the girl's villain uncle takes the infatuated boy to prison and tortures him, it's as simple as that. Your bean sprouts love is too vulgar. ”

Hemmer spread his hands, "He's right. ”

"You're so boring, Hermer." Genevieve had a lot of experience, and at first glance she knew that Hermer was perfunctory, and she sat lazily on the edge of the bed, lamenting that she had lost the opportunity to listen to the bloody story.

After a little more small talk, Hemmer brought up the matter of the team.

"By the way, should the four of us form a rugby team?"

"You're the boss, you have the final say." Jalil was eating and drinking, and took time out of his busy schedule to reply.

"Still playing? My God, has the life of the King of Breweries been such a failure? Hiccup~ I remembered the neighbor's eight-year-old boy, who also went to a rugby game, and then lost miserably, crying so badly, that his wife chased his ass with a tree stick..."Joseph was obviously drunk and started talking nonsense.

Genevieve felt that watching people compete was definitely different from participating in the competition in person, so he was willing to give it a try.

"Okay, looks like everyone agrees." Hemmer smiled, and the plan worked.

Don't think about the drunk one.

"Now that we're on a team, what's a good name?" Genevieve began to think hard, a resounding name is the team's business card, the four of them are from all over the world, they will get together by fate, and they must choose a commemorative combination name.

...

A few days later, on the prison court, a Heat football game is about to begin.

The guard of the newspaper curtain sat on the stage, glanced at the various strange and unnutritious team names on the report, and had already been able to report the curtain without changing his face:

"The Nagaros Bandits will be up to the Prison Break Team tonight! Athletes from both sides played. ”

The name of the orcs is as simple and crude as that.

Hemmer thought that their team names were nonsensical enough, but he didn't expect the team names of those orcs to be even more heavyweight.

Opposite the crowd, five burly green-skinned orcs with muscles coiled walked out head-on.

The reason why there are still orcs in the prison is because Esarion, after purging all the greenskins in the territory of Iris, thinks that it is too cheap to kill the most heinous people in this way, so he puts them in prison and tortures.

Facing five orcs, all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods on Hemer's side, plus an inconspicuous passerby.

The two sides stared at each other and pushed each other.

With the cheers of the surrounding prisoners, the atmosphere gradually increased.

Poof.

Suddenly, a mace fell out of Jalil's crotch, and the atmosphere instantly fell into embarrassment.

I saw Arabi tall and unhurried to bend down to pick up the war hammer, pinned it to the waistband of his trousers, and said with a serious face: "I, a vulnerable group who is afraid of prison violence, carry a war hammer with me to defend myself, it is very reasonable." ”

There was a sigh of coaxing all around.

The guards don't care about these things, they are all prisoners anyway, and dead people are nothing.

As soon as the whistle blows, the game begins.

An orc big guy grabbed the ball first and rushed unstoppably to the penalty area, Hemmer found the right time to reach out and trip the opponent, snatched the ball and began to run back.

Jalil took the opportunity to pull out the war hammer and hit the back of the orc's head a few times, and blood splattered immediately.

Regardless of whether the other party is dead or not, Jalile turned around in a dashing manner, and did not forget to take a sip before leaving, "How can anyone play without a helmet?" ”

Seeing that there was a lot of death, the prisoners watching the game became even more excited, and the cheers were like a tidal wave.

A grim Esarion stood on the high wall, ignoring the carnival below, his expression like Squidward standing in front of his own window, watching SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick play happily like mentally handicapped children below.

It's so naïve.