After a few days of leisurely work, it was finally Annan's turn to perform the duties of deputy warden.

Aliens who rebel are to be imprisoned on the second floor of the dungeon. However, the first two floors of the dungeon are now overcrowded...... Traditionally, they would release all the prisoners on the first floor and move the prisoners on the second floor to the first floor.

After meeting with the warden and consulting him, Annan was given the "right to do whatever he wanted" and asked the dungeon guards to interrogate the prisoners on the second floor all night and kill the offenders as soon as possible.

Guilty prisoners lined up in front of the gallows, and the lively scene made the residents draped in quilts to watch. Slightly heavier prisoners were sent to mines and workshops. In the end, Annan paid a salary out of his own pocket to win the favor of the dungeon guards.

The second floor of the dungeon was vacated, and the residents of Betal praised the new warden for his duty, and the warden called Annan his successor. The bard implicitly praised Annan for making the city of Betal more secure by more than ten percent, and Daniel called out that Annan had come, and there would be no more crime.

Relying on the protection of Lady Winter, as long as it does not touch the core interests of Betar City, Annan can do whatever he wants—this is much freer than in Breeze City.

On the evening of the day the dungeon was vacated, a group of mercenaries escorted dozens of aliens to the city. Lame centaurs, flower-faced elves, tooth-screwed lizardmen and orcs, bearded dwarves, and nezumi are all good news...... The other races actually united with the nezumi.

And the wounds were quite new, and they were lynched before they were delivered.

Annan put the bards in charge of the second layer, and went to the city lord's palace to investigate the truth of the riot: the situation was not complicated, the mercenaries or adventurers were enslaved before, and their unyielding souls resisted, but after getting out of the prison was a bigger prison outside.

Back in the dungeon, Annan asked the bard to find the leader of the mixed rebellion, leaving Astolfo and the Grey Wolf to deal with their wounds. But it didn't go well, and they refused to bandage the wound.

Annan had no choice but to go to the second floor, stand in front of one of the cells, and pick up the bandages that had been overturned in front of the bars. As soon as he stood up, a mouthful of spit hit Annan on the cheek, like a loud slap.

Astolfo and the gray wolf drew their swords at the same time.

"Stand down."

Annan drank the two on guard, wiped his saliva with a bandage, and looked gently at the female centaur surging with hatred: "You have to heal your injuries to have a chance to escape from here." ”

The appeasement helped, they were no longer resistant to treating their bandages and herbs. It didn't take long for the bard to bring good news: he had found the leader hidden in the alien race.

If the howler is in the prime of life of the orcs, the orcs in front of him are old men. Broken canine teeth, cloudy pupils, wrinkled, spotted brown skin. 、

Annan was surprised: "I can't imagine that an orc will become the common leader of elves and dwarves. ”

"What are you talking about?" The orc looked weaker than an old man.

"No more pretending...... They all respect you. ”

The orc's cloudy pupils regained sharpness, and his back was no longer rickety: "Smart humans, you know everything, and you should know it...... Orcs, never slaves! Wow! ”

"Wow!"

The second floor of the dungeon echoed with howls one after another.

"On the contrary, I'm not here to hurt you......" Annan tried to be gentle, but it didn't work.

"Arologan ......" the old orc said a name: "An elf, believe your word, sold to the nobles to torture and kill......"

"I'm sorry...... But you have to trust me. Annan dismissed Astolford and the Gray Wolf and officially declared: "I am Annan, Annan Reeves, one of the twelve kings of the North." ”

"Do you know who I am? Humans ......" the old orcs disdain, "the chief of the Blackhorn tribe, the beast god ...... chosen by the gods"

"Really?"

"Butt Guy......"

It's orc swearing, and the howler always roars when he loses. But Annan was not angry, and estrangement and hatred could not be eased with a few words. Trust is heavy and fragile – for them, it's a matter of life and death.

Annan asked the bard to bring a basin of water, soak it with his head bowed, and raise his head with recovered black hair after the mineral powder had melted.

"Can you prove my identity this time?"

Annan lifted the oil lamp and let the old orc see his black hair and black eyes.

The old orc was silent for a moment: "Why help us?" ”

"Do you know about secret societies?" Annan noticed a gnoll man looking up and continued: "I agree with the idea of this association, my friends have past members of this association, but also orcs, goblins, ogres, and even nezumi, you should not be reduced to this ......"

"What are we going to do?" The old orcs seemed to have loosened up.

"Do nothing, just wait. I'll find a chance to get you out. ”

Standing in the prison, his cloudy pupils stared at Annan: "Our companions are still in the hands of the mercenaries, rescue them, I believe in you." ”

"I'll bring them back. But until then, don't make trouble...... "This is a good start," and Annan relaxed: "My men will bandage your wounds so that they don't resist." ”

"Do you remember the identities of those mercenaries?"

"De Chaso...... Mercenary group. ”

……

De Chaso Mercenary Regiment Station.

Long leather boots on the planks make a rhythmic sound.

The shouts in the living room fell silent, and the mercenaries all looked at the uninvited guests who had broken into the tavern and subdued them in pitch black.

"Mr. Deputy Warden, may I ask you about your late-night visit to the Dechaso Mercenary Regiment?" The woman in the tight leather suit asked seductively.

"We need to take the aliens here and investigate the riots during the day."

"This is the matter of the City Lord's Mansion." She said.

"But that's Lady Winter's business."

A shirtless, muscular strong man put down his wine glass with a "bang", and the atmosphere of the tavern instantly became tense.

"Did you write it down?" Annan asked.

The Bard wrote in his notes as he wrote, "The leader of the mercenary group, Ales Leon, provokes Lady Winter. ”

“…… We honor the Flower of the Snowfield, Venerable Lady Winter. The leather-clad woman had to change her words, "But you represent the will of the lady?" ”

"By the way, he threatens to be the most favored by Lady Winter, the future successor of the dungeon, the upstart of Betal City, and Olme is just right."

Annan said indifferently, as if he was facing a mercenary group with only five professionals, rather than a high-level mercenary group with one epic professional, several master professionals, and dozens of elite professionals.

Ales Leon continued to remain silent, and the leather-clad woman said, "Are you really just investigating? ”

"Or I'll take your slaves in order to sell them?"

(End of chapter)