The dungeon's environment isn't as bad as it seems.

It was dark and damp, cold and foul-smelling, except for spoiled and disgusting food, and dangerous prisoners. But as Annan said when he threatened the deputy warden, wealth and power only mean to live.

The dungeon kept Annan out of the way, but it also kept enemies outside out of it in.

Around noon, the guards outside the dungeon pushed the food cart and handed out the last food of the day.

The food portions aren't many, and both ogres and Black Tierrez get the same amount - it looks like the dungeon encourages looting.

and that the prisoners did not need to work, and that proper starvation would make the prisoners weak and easy to control.

But these moss-like black breads fluttered with dark green cilia and black bread that was half moldy and half bare sawdust...... The guards didn't even want to stick their fingers in the bowl.

Annan frowned, these things really don't eat the dead?

When it was Annan's turn, the guards brought a piece of white bread with a cracked skin that had been left out for a long time, and a bowl of chicken soup with oil flowers wafting on it.

It's not much like food for civilians from the outside, but it's a luxury in the dungeons where prisoners are kept.

"Why is his food normal?" The howler asked, pointing to Annan's food.

The guards ignored the orcs and pushed the food cart to the next dungeon.

Annan broke the white bread and gave half of it to Katarina, and just as he was about to push the chicken soup over, he saw Kadalina grabbing dry bread and eating it with moss soup.

Well, after all, Kadalina is a fanatic who pulls out her ulna and inserts it back in battle, even if the green skin is probably a piece of plain meat in her eyes.

The rest of the bread was not distributed to the other prisoners. Because it's just enough to eat on their own, and because of their repeated postures.

"King of the North, allow me to wipe your shoes." Sensing keenly that Kadalina was not to be messed with, the ogre said humbly.

"No need, as long as you don't scare me."

The orcs and Stillkin only thought they were ordinary prisoners, and they didn't want to get into trouble.

At this time, Black Tierrez swallowed saliva and approached Annan and said, "Your Excellency Annan, I have been eating these rotten materials and vomit again for dozens of days in the dungeon...... Can you give me some, please? I can buy it for my money! ”

He couldn't imagine that the dungeons in Breezy City were so clean that he couldn't even find a mouse......

"Do you think a king of the North will be short of money?" The ogre mocked.

"How much?"

The ogre was eager to grow a second head to figure out why.

“5…… No, 50 gold. ”

Black Tierez's offer stems from his status as King of the North. If Annan is a civilian, he only has 5 gold coins at most, and he may regret it.

"100 gold, they'll all be yours." Annan generously gave the food to Black Tierrez.

Kadalina finished eating the white bread and was eating the moldy sawdust bread and moss soup, and as she chewed, the hideous scars on her cheeks wriggled like centipedes: "Aren't you hungry?" ”

"I had some apple pie and a cup of coffee with Martin before I came in."

Black Tierrex decided that half a piece of bread and chicken soup that he had bought for 100 gold was not so delicious.

"Apple pie? Is that a sweet tooth? The ogre asked.

The apples fermented at high temperature are slightly sour, mixed with flour and sucrose and baked to become sweet.

Annan didn't eat much because he didn't like sweets, but the ogre seemed to like it very much, and kept asking Annan what sweets were outside.

"Honey cake, hazelnut cream cake, and fruit pie ......"

"They're better than honey?"

"Of course."

The ogre's mouth was drooling, and it seemed more appropriate to describe it as a honey eater.

As evening approached, Kadalina took off her blouse and spread it underneath her, her skin cut out of her vest was shocking.

Steelein and Black Titierrez look like they've seen a ghost.

The orcs looked at those terrifying scars in awe.

"Do you want to join me in praying to the king of men?" Kadalina extended an invitation to Annan.

"No ......"

If Annan had made it like this, Aunt Susan would have killed Martin.

One of the reasons Kadalina and Michael became companions was that they didn't have the exclusivity of other fanatics. And in the murmuring of prayers, Annan felt a little sleepy.

There is no place to sleep in the dungeon, or rather, every place is good for sleeping.

"You can lean on me." Kadalina, who had finished praying, stared at Annan with one eye.

"It's okay."

Whether you sleep on a foul-smelling pile of wet grass or a cold-hard floor tile, you will feel uncomfortable or sick at best, but you don't have to worry about getting dirty with your mage robes that come with your cleaning spell.

Annan remembered the little spider and wished someone had fed it while he wasn't there.

And that I will no longer dream of spiders......

Thinking so, Annan fell asleep.

The cold and hard tiled walls were obviously uncomfortable, Annan slept tossing and turning, with some back pain, his buttocks and back were frozen against the walls and tiles, and the snoring of the orcs and ogres together was like a thunderstorm.

In the end, Annan pulled some damp grass and spread it under him, barely surviving his first night in the dungeon.

Maybe it was early in the morning, maybe it was late at night, and Annan woke up from a light sleep.

The inmates of the dungeon start a new day.

Stirkin continues to provoke Black Tierrez, the orcs continue to provoke Stirkin and Black Tierrez, and the ogre is stared at by Kadalina and leans next to Annan and asks him for sweets.

The cold dampness of the dungeon has another benefit - the nose that is reddish from the cold does not smell the stench.

Annan, who had nothing to do, also took the initiative to talk to them. He first asked Stillkin:

"You hate dwarves?"

"It's not."

"You hate merchants?"

"Not really."

"Then why have you been targeting Black Tirantres?"

"Because he traded slaves in addition to gold mines."

Unexpectedly, Steelkin, who has always been provocative, is the side of "justice".

Well, Annan should have thought earlier that dwarves are also good and evil - the Black Iron Clan is undoubtedly evil dwarves.

"Every merchant is selling slaves!"

"Including capturing outcasts as slaves?" Steelkin smirked.

Later, Annan learned why the prisoners had woken up together.

The guards brought in today's food.

The other prisoners remained the same, but Annan's breakfast was a little more sumptuous than yesterday:

Hot soft bread and a whole roast chicken.

It seems that something has changed out there.

When Annan was about to give it to Kadalina, the black tierrez, who had tasted the sweetness, came over again: "Your Excellency Annan......"

"You want?"

"Yes...... I do...... I'm willing to give 500 gold! ”

So Annan sold the roast chicken for 500 gold coins.

When Black Tierrez tried to hide in a corner with the roast chicken in his hand, Steelkin took the opportunity to knock the roast chicken away and stepped on it, but it didn't stop the black-hearted businessman from picking up the dirty food and continuing to gobble it up.

The three major desires of human beings, no matter which one will make people crazy.

(End of chapter)