The dungeon environment is much better than expected.

At dinner, the deputy warden, who had changed his attitude, heard that Annan was sleeping uncomfortably, so he brought some dry and odorless haystacks, and lay on them after being tortured by dampness and coldness, as if bathed in the afternoon sun.

The food at each meal is no longer satisfied with bread and meat, but also a vegetable salad, a bowl of mushroom soup and a small glass of wine.

There is also an unimaginable speed of making money. For 500 gold coins, Annan has to sell fifteen spinning machines, and Aunt Susan's family will earn 400 years, but it is only worth one roast chicken here.

At dinner, after Annan asked Black Tierrez if he wanted more, the black-hearted businessman resisted the urge to spend money and hid to the edge, but could no longer swallow the original "food".

In the dark and damp dungeon, Annan sat on his throne on a haystack and gave half of the food to Kadalina.

That glass of wine was given a cold reception because neither Annan nor Kadalina were drinking.

Picking up his wine glass, Annan looked at the outline of the corner of the dungeon, and a gentle inquiry echoed in the dungeon: "Black Tiérrez, do you want it?" ”

"I ...... No. ”

A timid reply floated out of the darkness.

The roast chicken sobered him up a lot—both for hunger and for his wallet.

"Really? This glass of red wine from Grogda only needs to ......" Annan did not exploit the Black Tierrez too much, but only gave the same price as a whole loaf of bread: "100 gold coins." ”

"Didn't you lie to me?"

After asking, Black Tierrez, who found out how stupid this was, hurriedly said, "I want it!" ”

He bought only a glass of red wine for the price of a wine cellar, and Black Tierrez was grateful to the King of the North for his reward.

"Steelkin, don't bully him while eating." Annan wants the deal to continue steadily.

Steelkin, who had approached, shrugged his shoulders and returned to his food.

Black Tierrez held the wine glass and took a sip with desire, intoxicated by the slightly astringent sweetness.

"Where's Grogda?" Kadalina asked Annan.

"I made it up." Annan said in a low voice.

But the orc rushed to Annan excitedly at this time, and was stopped only when Kadalina stared at him fiercely, with a hideous face with a kind of expectation: "Have you been to Groghada!?" ”

"Hmm...... When I was a child. Annan blinked.

"Are the orc tribes there still there?"

“…… It seems to be still there. ”

One lie needs more lies to cover up.

The howler showed obvious relief, whispering something in orc language that Annan couldn't hear clearly.

After Kadalina's usual prayer, Annan retreated into the haystack and ended up in the dungeon, a little bored, but no longer difficult the next day.

The day before, there was no rest to allow Annan to sleep a little longer, and in the early morning or morning, Annan woke up sleepy-eyed.

The muffled whispers in the dungeon became clear as Annan woke up. It didn't take long for the figure of the food delivery to appear outside the dungeon. No longer the deputy warden, replaced by the chief of the guard under Olmedo.

And the food was more abundant than yesterday, filling an entire food truck.

Annan and Kadalina alone can't eat it all.

"So I'm supposed to be able to get out soon?" Annan asked him.

"The lord of the city is collecting evidence for you, and it won't be long before you go out." The deference of the captain of the guard also says something. "Do you need anything else?"

Annan thought about it, and spent the past two days chatting with the ogre: "I need some books, and I also bring an extra dessert with the food that is delivered every time." ”

Pushing the food cart back to the throne of the haystack, Annan took out the food one after another, and the aroma made Black Tierrez hide far away.

There's even an apple pie in one of these foods.

Annan waved his hand to the ogre, who had just dropped the wooden bowl and mushroom soup into his mouth, and handed it the apple pie: "This is apple pie. ”

"I don't have any money." The ogre said.

"I'll treat you to it."

The rude-looking ogre delicately holds up the tiny and small apple pie, delicately cutting the surface of the apple pie with its yellowed teeth, sticking out its broad tongue and curling it into its mouth, tasting it carefully......

Annan is using desserts to strengthen his relationship with ogres.

Only the two-headed ogre of the ogre race has a talent for spellcasting. Although the ogre in front of him was ordinary, its race and size allowed it to deal with two or three Fasts.

But strength does not mean absolute power.

For example, Michael Kell's squad can easily deal with ogres with only one greasy spell and constant weakening and bloodletting, but two or three Fast can easily deal with their squad.

A psyker disguised as a civilian can easily kill any legendary caster when approaching the caster.

And the ogre is smart, too smart not to provoke Kadalina, who is outwardly weaker than it.

"Your Excellency, King of the North, may I get a piece of food?" Black Tierez leaned over and asked.

"150 gold coins for mushroom soup, 500 gold coins for roast chicken, 100 gold coins for red wine." Annan gently asked his dear patron, "What do you need?" ”

Black Tirez pleaded with Annan that he had no money......

"He's lying, a gold mine is worth hundreds of gold coins, and the homeless people he captured." Steelkin said.

"I'm going to kill you—"

Black Tierrez pounced on Stillkin, who was surprised, and a few minutes later, Black Tierrez, who was about to be killed, cried out for mercy: "Please don't kill me...... I'm willing to give you money. ”

"Who scarces your stinky money - sorry, I didn't say what you meant." Stillkin apologized to Annan, who was injured by mistake.

In the end, Black Tierez still paid 100 gold coins for a piece of white bread.

At least Black Tierrez is not a miser who regards money as his life. Rather than amassing wealth like a dragon, he would rather trade money for a comfortable life.

Annan also needed gold coins to accumulate for future expenses.

It's a fair trade where everyone needs it.

For afternoon tea and dinner, the ogre gets another piece of hazelnut cake and cherry pie.

And there's less and less money to be squeezed out of Black Tierrez.

Whenever Annan wanted to stop, Stillkin would recount the sins of Black Tiérrez: capturing outcasts and selling them as slaves, hunting runaway outcasts for fun-

…… Although they are biased by the moral standards of an ordered world, and death is scarce in this world, it is despicable for any good and neutral camp to stripped of their existence and to deprive others of their lives for the sake of pleasure -

The price of Black Tierrez was that during Annan's three days in the dungeon, he lost about 2,700 gold coins forever.

……

On a new day, Annan woke up from his soft bed and pulled back the curtains.

Grab a bristled toothbrush from the incense on the bedside table to clean your teeth, sip a warm cup of coffee, and read a book in front of a bright magic lamp.

Soon after, the captain of the guard appeared with a dining cart and a message:

"The lord of the castle is ready, and the council chamber will hold you in public tomorrow."

(End of chapter)