Even more terrible than having a misunderstanding is that there is no way to explain it. Siegel definitely couldn't show the space key in front of "Humm", it would be too dangerous to do that. What if he reported it to the jailer? With the help of the dice, he would certainly not be discovered, but there was no guarantee that the jailer would cut open his stomach and rummage through his stomach pouch, and it would not be worth dying because of this. Siegel believed that with the help of healing potions, his injuries could slowly recover. He had a lot of stuff in the space, food, water, wine, spices, weapons, and money, but he didn't have a spare wand or magic kit. This is a lesson, Siegel thought to himself.

Time passed very slowly in the cell, and Siegel was still injured and did not dare to try to escape from prison easily. He calmed down, simulating the composition of the spell over and over again in his mind, meditating to improve his magic skills. It's a very old method, but it's rarely used nowadays. After the popularization of wand technology, the need for magic materials for mages was reduced to a very low level, which greatly saved the cost of spell casting, so mages could use spells more frequently. The experience and experience of actually unleashing a spell is much better than meditating and simulating it in your head. However, meditation is still a compulsory course for mages, and it is a tribute to ancient traditions.

Siegel is doing this meditation longer and deeper than ever before. After going through the process of "Magical Awakening", his body and mind were fully prepared to receive more powerful magical energy. In the world of meditation, flames turn into fireballs, water droplets turn into frost, acid can be refined from the earth, and thunder is contained in the air. Over and over again, the elements of magic move, evolve, sublimate in his imaginary world. Meditation doesn't immediately improve a mage's ability to cast spells, but it can tap into potential and set the stage for the next step.

There was another sound of movement outside the cell door, and Siegel came to his senses. The dwarf jailer carried a wooden barrel and stirred it with a long wooden spoon. Siegel smelled a strong smell of rotten grain, and the bucket contained porridge made from it.

"Bastard, give me my skin. The dwarf said in a wicked voice, "Otherwise, don't even think about eating." ”

Siegel threw the skin to him, and the "gold potion" inside had already been poured out of the window, and the skin was empty. The gnome watched out for the two prisoners, using a long spoon to hook the leather bag through the gap in the railing. Before him, a jailer had been strangled to death by a rampaging orc who rushed up to grab him by the neck because he was too close to the railing, and then he was torn into several pieces and dragged into his cell. Fortunately, the jailer did not have the key with him, and the prisoner did not escape. After they had eaten the corpses of the jailers, they were abandoned in their cells and starved to death.

The dwarf picked up the skin, opened it and sniffed it, with an intoxicated expression. Then he said, "Show me your wounds, how are they recovering?"

"Do you know what is better than a potion of gold? Siegel stared into the dwarf's eyes and said, "Do you want to get rich?"

The dwarf swallowed, took a cautious step back, and asked, "What kind of trick are yours? Don't try to lie to me!"

"Everyone needs friends, friends of brass, friends of silver, and friends of gold. "I have a lot of friends, and my friends have more friends," Siegel said. What do you want? land or to eat and drink endlessly, or to have a strong and powerful sword servant obey your command, even if it is to empty the urinal?help me, and my friend will help you. ”

"Where did you get the gold?" said the dwarf with a smile, "You don't even have clothes, where did you get the gold?"

At least he's reacting!,Siegel thought to himself. "Yes, someone took my wallet, as well as my clothes, shoes, but they didn't take away the real wealth. Siegel pointed to his head and said, "The gold is in it, I remember it all." Tell me where we are now, and I'll tell you where the nearest gold mine is, or gem mine. We haven't left the Walled Mountains yet, have we?"

"Of course, there's only one mountain range here. ”

"You see, dear dwarf, there is always an exchange in order to be just. If you help me, I will help you. I will prospect, I know how to refine gold, I will make you rich, and I will make your master rich. Listen to me, you don't have to take any risks, just send me a message. ”

"To whom?" asked the gnome, taking a step closer. Siegel looked at him and knew that the gnomes had become his prisoners, and that the first jailer guarding him was called Greed.

"Someone you think can speak and won't sell you for money. Siegel continued to persuade: "You help me convey this message, part of the gold mine is yours, you must take care of it, and don't let others take it." Do you understand the importance of choosing a partner? Do you need me to explain it to you, dwarf?"

"Don't underestimate me!" the dwarf threw the spoon into the barrel, splashing a slice of gruel. "If you underestimate me, you will have to pay the price, you will be hungry today!" After speaking, he walked away with the rice bucket.

A second jailer guarding the gnome has been born: Pride.

The orc looked at Siegel and said nothing. "Humm, huh!" he said.

"Can you tear down the cell door? I can't either, so I'm going to do that. Siegel said, "I don't like to play with my tongue either, but who told me that my wrist hurts?"

"Humm!"

"By the way, I suddenly thought of something. Siegel sat up straight and looked at the orc: "You can't speak, you can only hum and hum, but you can write?"

"Hum, Hum. ”

"All right, Mr. Hum. If one day we get out of trouble, as long as you want to learn, I will teach you to write. ”

The orc paused for a moment, and after a long while, he replied, "Humm." ”

Late that night, the chains on the cell door rattled and then dispersed. The dwarf jailer's face was covered with bruises and purple, and his legs were limping. He unchained the cell door and a two-meter-tall creature stepped in, filling the cell to the brim. He was dressed in studded leather armor, and each rivet had the symbol of a skull on it. His weapon is a blue serrated dagger, but the real threat is the hidden power in his muscles - it's an ogre.

"Is that the dwarf you deceived me?" said the troll, "look what you have done to give him a beating." Think about what would happen if you dared to deceive me?"

"I don't need to think about it, because I won't lie to you. Siegel sat upright, not dodging the threatening gaze of the world. "I want to be free. ”

"You are a slave and have no freedom. The trolls said, "You will not be free if you die." ”

"Then I want treatment commensurate with my worth. ”

Once you leave this cell and have access to minerals, plants, or metals, you will be amazed at what a mage can do. Siegel thought to himself, first of all, to get out of the cell.

The trolls sneered, pulled out his serrated dagger, slapped him on the thigh, and asked, "You want a bed, hot food, and a woman?"

"Yes. Siegel replied.

"I want those things too, but it's not that easy to get. The trolls pressed a dagger glowing blue to Siegel's face, sliding under his eyelids. The fishy smell came clearly from the dagger, a mixture of blood, bile, and gastric juice, which was a peeling dagger. "I kill, and I'm very proficient, so I have a bed, food, and women, what do you have?"

"Gold. ”

The dagger was raised high, and the trolls said, "Give you one last chance, what do you have?"

Siegel thought for a moment, and he saw tyranny, suspicion, and hidden greed in the ogre's eyes. "I have a way to make you rich. He said.

The trolls crooked their mouths and laughed. The dwarf also smiled in agreement, but was kicked and rolled more than three meters away on the stone floor. "Don't giggle, you little bug. The trolls cursed, then turned to look at Siegel, "What can you do? You look even more miserable than the savages of the wasteland, and you can't even keep a piece of clothing." If it weren't for my mercy, put you in a cell near the volcanic passage, you would have frozen to death. Your life is in my hands, and I can get all the answers I want to know with a whip, a knife, a soldering iron, and hunger, why trade a bed for food and a woman?

Siegel got down on one knee, bowed his head and pretended allegiance: "You control my life, so I don't have freedom." Whips, knives, and soldering irons can damage my body and affect my productivity. And the time for hunger to take effect is too slow, and it will delay precious time, time to become rich and enjoy. Beds, food and women are good places to start. ”

"Well, there's some truth. But it's all hypothetical, it's just your claim, maybe it's all a deception. The trolls said: "A new clever trick, but the ending is the same, become a good story, and die." ”

"I can prove that what I said is true. Siegel gestured to the trolls' hand and said, "First, I need your dagger. ”

"My ...... Dagger?" The trolls laughed, "You want me to give you a weapon? What a low-level trick this is! Are you joking?"

"I'm fighting for my own survival, my lord. Siegel stared at the trolls with only a determined look in his eyes. "There are no jokes to survive. ”

The trolls' laughter came to an abrupt end, and he crouched down to look at Siegel, sniffing the scent with his nose. The trolls could distinguish fear, lies, and dying struggles by smell, but this time he didn't smell anything. He and Siegel looked at each other, neither of them blinking, neither of them retreating. The trolls snorted, "Finally, you have a point. I like it. He threw the dagger at Siegel's feet, stood up, retreated to the cell door, and said, "Prove it." ”

Siegel took the dagger, wiped the blood stains on it with his thigh, exposed the blade of the dagger, licked it with his tongue, and threw the dagger back. "This is an artificially baked blue dagger, which does not rust and is very strong. To do this, a blue gemstone called topaz is dissolved with a dragon potion, added to the molten iron that is about to solidify, and baked in a white charcoal flame. In the past, topaz was only available in the Old World and was expensive, so roasted blue weapons were very rare. However, this dagger is not from the Old World, but from the New World. To the south of the Top of Mora is a village called Karaksi, also known as the Lazy Cave, where there is actually a secret topaz mine. That's where this dagger came from. ”

"It only means that you are a weapons craftsman, and nothing else. ”

"You've recently stuck this dagger in a rock, and there's debris in the serration. I think the stone in that place is a thick crystalline rock, maybe yellowish or pink. The rocks looked ugly and unworkable, but with me, I could find gems in them, such as red crystal or citrine. If you're lucky, topaz is also possible—would you like another dagger like this?" said Siegel confidently, thanking Elint the Dwarf and the library at Mora's Peak.