After a night of meditation, Yang Ling felt that the magic power had advanced thousands of miles, and his body was full of strength. Through the wisps of white mist, you can clearly see the Truss yellowtail bird hovering in the treetops in the distance, and after a gentle breeze, the whispers of two girls picking wild vegetables on the opposite hillside can be clearly heard.

"Gianna, I heard that you are going to be engaged to Agusu in two days?" After cutting a handful of green messegrass, a girl in a blue coarse cloth skirt asked her partner.

"Yes, I'm going to get engaged to Agusu the day after tomorrow. Gianna, who was white and red, raised her head and smiled sweetly, stretched out her hand to hammer her sore waist, and said excitedly: "As long as you work for two more months, Agusu can pay off the debt he borrowed for his mother's treatment, and then advance half a year's salary with the housekeeper to redeem the house that he used to go out of, and then we will officially get married!"

Looking at Gianna's sweet smile, the girl in the coarse cloth short skirt was envious, and said gloomily: "Alas, Gianna, I really envy your Agusu, you can work in Lord Yang's mansion, and you can get a lot of money every month." It's like my conscienceless one, who spends all day loitering!"

Gianna tucked the broken hair that was blown by the autumn wind back to her head and said, "This is all thanks to Lord Yang's great kindness, otherwise, Agusu would have been killed in the forest a long time ago." My mother said that Master Yang is the great benefactor of our family, and on the day of the engagement, we must invite him over for a few glasses of wedding wine!"

"Well, Lord Yang is indeed a good person. He is so capable and so charming, if any girl can marry him, she will be happy!" Speaking of Yang Ling, the girl in the short skirt was in high spirits.

"That's right, what girl in the town doesn't envy Alice, how happy it is to be with Lord Yang all day long!"

"Gianna, if you are given a chance, will you choose Agusu or Lord Yang?"

"you, you know how to be cranky all day long!"

After putting the sickle in the basket, the two Huaichun girls chased and frolicked on the hillside, and finally even bet to see who could kiss Yang Ling on the face, and Yang Ling shook his head when he heard it.

Am I a good person?

After hearing the conversation between the two girls, Yang Ling shook his head. When he was a child, when others picked up five cents on the side of the road and handed them to the teacher, he first thought of a five-cent popsicle; when he was in college, the instructor said that the students should help each other, but he always thought about how to sell more IP phone cards to his classmates, and he never thought he was a good person.

After defeating the Great Sword Master Battis, the reason why he humiliated the Anka family in public was because he understood that since the battle of the elven tribe, Imia would never let him go, so he simply accompanied him to the end, but he didn't expect it to make people breathe a bad breath. Later, he took the opportunity to kill Imia, just to avoid the other party's entanglement, but it just happened to be very happy.

Yang Ling asked himself that he was not a good person, and he would never be tied up for a false name. The so-called 'convincing people with virtue' is purely fart in his eyes. In the world, there are only eternal interests, and there are no eternal friends.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling suddenly remembered the strategist Goode who was secretly imprisoned by himself, according to the intelligence of the thief Fenlist, many of the Anka family's schemes came from this low-key guy. Although I don't care about my reputation, there are some unsightly things that are more convenient to be handled by some people hiding in the shadows. Obviously, this Gude is a good candidate.

The castle of Wieson is very large, and in addition to the above-ground buildings, there are many underground palaces. Among them, the private prison used to hold prisoners alone is the size of two standard football fields. Good, the counsellor of Imiah, was imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon.

In order to strictly prevent criminals from escaping and being robbed, Yang Ling sent the most elite barbarians to guard the dungeon. These barbarians do not accept anyone's command except their own orders, not even the captain of the guard, Cassie.

Under Yang Ling's orders, the barbarian captain Garuk personally led the way, crossed the dim oil lamp, stepped on the cold basalt slab and came to a dark dungeon.

There was no sky around here, the air was so turbid that even a mosquito could hear it clearly, and it was terrifyingly quiet. After ten and a half months of imprisonment, let alone punishment, even if they face the dim light and the dark and cold walls every day, I am afraid that they are about to collapse with depression.

"Get up, get up, don't fucking play dead!" Seeing Goode, dressed in black, huddle motionless in a corner, the barbarian leader Garuk shook the arm-thick iron bar on the prison door.

After hearing the sudden sound of the door slamming, Goode looked up in confusion, his face haggard and his eyes blank. It looks like he's weak, and it seems that he's suffered a lot during this time.

"Water, I want to drink water, water" After rubbing his eyes to make sure it wasn't a dream, Goode frantically pounced. His lips were chapped and he looked like he hadn't touched any food in days. After all, barbarians are barbarians, and don't expect them to be polite to a prisoner.

Seeing Garuk looking at him, Yang Ling nodded. The latter understood, took off his water bottle, and passed it through the iron fence. Since he had many blacksmiths and ironworks, Yang Ling instructed the dwarf Rumi to change the equipment of the guards, although it was not possible to equip everyone with standard plate armor and weapons for the time being, at least each person had a simple marching pot.

Grunt

After pouring all the cold and sweet spring water in the kettle, Goode took a deep breath and looked at Yang Ling behind the barbarian Garuk suspiciously. From time to time, his eyes rolled briskly, and he seemed to be in a lot of energy.

"Garuk, guard the door of the dungeon, no one is allowed to come in without my order!" Yang Ling sent the barbarian Garuk out, there are some things, the fewer people who know, the better.

Silence, deathly silence!

After the barbarian Garuk went out, Goode looked at Yang Ling, who had no idea, without saying a word, and Yang Ling also didn't say a word, quietly looking at Goode who was forced to calm down. Although the other party tried his best to suppress it, Yang Ling still saw a trace of uneasiness in his eyes.

"Are you Yang Ling?" After a stalemate for a long time, Goode finally couldn't hold back and asked knowingly.

"That's right, I'm Yang Ling who killed Imia and shoveled the Ping'an Ka family, and I'm the hateful summoner you tried to put to death three times. Seeing that the other party spoke first, Yang Ling smiled coldly.

"Hehe, joke, shovel the Pingka family?" Gude wiped a handful of water from his chin and said coldly: "Imia's father took away most of the elite warriors and magicians, and you killed his only son, there is absolutely no good end!"

Seeing that Gude quickly calmed down, his thinking was clear, and his language was sharp, Yang Ling secretly appreciated it and understood that he was not looking for the wrong person. The reason why he has survived to this day is all due to the impulse of Imia, if the boy of Imia can bend and stretch, follow the advice of the counselor Good, and endure until his father returns with many elite warriors and magicians, I am afraid that he will have to flee as soon as possible.

"I don't know what happened to me, but what happened to you" Yang Ling hit the nail on the head and hit Good's vital point.

Sure enough, hearing Yang Ling say this, Gude's face was as pale as earth, and he was sad. I didn't expect Yang Ling to turn defeat into victory and defeat the terrifying hydra, and I didn't expect him to move quickly and lead people to break through the Weisen Castle where the Anka family had been entrenched for almost a hundred years in one fell swoop, and it was too late for him to escape.

[Dear book friends, I got off work early today and had one more chapter. Three more tomorrow, about 3000 words per chapter, one chapter in the morning, one chapter at noon or in the afternoon, and another chapter in the evening, welcome to cheer, by the way, smash a few more votes, ^_^ thank you!]

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