The Assassin who invaded the dungeon was sat under the ass by the Howler.

"His head doesn't seem to be very good."

Annan hoped to get something out of the psyker's mouth, but he swept through the other prisoners in the dungeon, and Stillkin and Black Tierrez seemed clueless and unhappy. The Howler sits with the Assassin for amusement, the Ogre is courteous like a gentleman, and the Half-Blood Giant only listens to himself.

"Look at him, don't let him die."

Annan gave up his own interrogation, and Olmedo had no reason to leave him alone and go to the entrance of the dungeon to call the guards.

"Let Olmedo come to me."

Annan cooperated to exude the majesty of the king of the north.

"The lord of the city, I don't have time to meet an impostor." The guards who came over taunted and prepared to walk away.

Annan's deep black eyes looked at him: "You can not go, but you better pray that I am not really the king of the north." ”

The guard appeared panicked and stumbled, "I...... I'll tell the castle lord's guards, but it's none of my business if he communicates it......"

The sound of hurried footsteps disappeared into the depths of the dungeon, and Annan stayed in front of the cell door, curiously groping for the iron bars, which were like twigs, could not stop the ogre, let alone the half-blood giants...... What does the dungeon rely on to control them?

The assassin was still cursing at the orcs pressed against him, but he didn't dare do anything under the watchful eyes of ogres and half-blood giants.

Annan inexplicably liked this feeling of mechanical séance.

It didn't take long for an oil light to shine on the damp brick wall.

The strange captain of the guard came to the door of the dungeon and looked at Annan: "You want to see the city lord?" ”

"Where is he?"

"Outside. You can tell me something. The captain of the guard then lowered his voice, "I am a subordinate of the lord of the city......"

"Call him here, and I will ask him to his face why he betrayed me."

"Please rest assured, I am indeed a subordinate of the city lord." The Captain of the Guard then uttered what Olmedo had said: "He has spoken to you and needs your trust. ”

Annan believed that he was Olmedo's man: "Tell Olmedo that an assassin has been sent in to assassinate me. ”

"Where is he?"

Annan stepped aside, and the captain of the guard held up the oil lamp, faintly seeing a cursed figure surrounded by several outlines of the control department.

"I'll tell the lord of the castle."

The guard said, and then hesitantly reminded Annan, "Your Excellency, King of the North, no one spoke like that for hundreds of years......

Annan's face was slightly red, but fortunately, the dungeon was dark and no one could see it.

This time the wait was a little longer. The Assassin stopped cursing, and at each point, the howler would poke him to continue.

It's like pinching up a mouse. Biting the screaming rat is cute, but that's perhaps its only means.

About a few dozen minutes later, the captain of the guard appeared with his men and opened the door to the dungeon.

"Give us the assassins."

Annan told the howler to get out of the way, and the guards approached. However, there was an accident during the handover of the Assassins.

The assassin who had briefly escaped control seemed to be waiting for this time, and a dangerous light surged on his body and rushed towards Annan!

"Psionic Explosion—"

A sense of extreme danger and tingling came to mind, but then, a palm fluttered down from the top of the psyker's head, slapping the roar behind it into his chest, and slapping his chest into the crack in the bricks.

Annan didn't know if the psionics could be saved if they turned into meatloaf.

The guards panicked out of the dungeon and hurried out.

Annan frowned away from the rotten flesh stuck on the ground, and then looked at the ogre.

The female ogre gentlemanly said, "As an example of a cannibal, I refuse to eat this minced meat mixed with bones and feces. ”

At this moment, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the dungeon, and a team of guards surrounded the fat deputy warden appeared outside the cell door.

"Get the murderer out!"

The guards set up their weapons and led the half-blood giants out of the dungeon.

Annan saw that the captain of the guard was also among them, and did not say anything.

But the deputy warden didn't want to let Annan go, he stared greedily at Annan's mage robe: "Why is this impostor still wearing a mage robe and no shackles?" Someone—"

"You should think it through." Annan calmly looked at the arrogant official, "Is it worth it to offend the king of the northern realm, who is higher than the nobles, in order to curry favor with the nobles?" ”

"What do you mean!"

"I mean...... Don't forget the most important things for the sake of flattery. Wealth and power only make sense when you are alive......"

The deputy warden shouted inwardly, "Are you threatening me?!" ”

"Just a warning."

In the end, the deputy warden did not take off Annan's mage robe and put on the shackles that symbolized the identity of the prisoner. Slipped away with a puddle of minced meat ashes.

"The lord of the castle asks you to be patient, he will solve the danger soon."

The last to leave the Captain of the Guard reminded in a low voice.

Silence returns to the dungeon.

It was only with the departure of the half-blood giants that the suppressed contradictions were released, and the prisoners showed their unruly fangs.

Steelin provokes Black Tierrez, orcs provoke Stillkin and Black Tierrez, and ogres provokes Annan.

"My toes are dirty."

"I'll wipe it clean for you." Annan is as good as a stream.

The ogre looked down at him: "Human, the moment I met you, I thought about our future. ”

As Annan pondered how to tactfully reject the ogre, he continued, "Thinking about how to cook it more deliciously. ”

"We had a good conversation, didn't we?"

Annan said helplessly, but he could see that the ogre didn't have the idea of eating him for the time being.

"Aren't you the king of the North, why do those humans treat you like this?" The ogre asked.

"Intrigue and unrest."

"You're short and always ......like this," the orc's snort sounded next to him.

It wasn't long before footsteps rang out, and another figure covered in gray cloth was pushed into the dungeon by the guards.

The second assassin? Annan thought about it, and then heard a familiar conversation ringing in his ears.

“…… I hijacked a caravan. ”

"I'm the leader of that caravan."

"I slaughtered the short human who didn't pay me."

"I killed a team of mercenaries." The ogre said, looking at the prisoner who had removed the gray cloth.

"And what about yesterday?" The figure full of plagiarism said disapprehantly.

The ogre closed his mouth. Seems to be observing the newcomers.

Annan smiled relaxed and asked her, "How is the situation outside?" ”

"I settled the Blood Lord with Klein, and that sissy city lord let me go into the dungeon, and said he was helping you." Kadalina said disdainfully.

Olmedo has laid everything out.

The presence of half-blood giants, assassins, and Kadalina made Annan realize that this dungeon had become a wrestling place for Olmedo and the behind-the-scenes existence - stuffing people into the dungeon to take control.

At the moment Olmedo has the advantage.

Kadalina satirized Annan's optimism:

"Hopefully it's not yours who are thrown into the dungeon one by one."

(End of chapter)