Alien world

Chapter 108 Chapter 107. Reunion in the Dungeon

The Assassin who invaded the dungeon was seated by the Howler.

"His head doesn't seem to be working well."

Annan hoped that something would come out of the psyker's mouth, but he glanced at the other prisoners in the dungeon, Steelkin and Black Tierez seemed mindless and unhappy.Howlers have fun with assassins, ogres are gentlemen, and half-giants only do what they say.

"Watch him, don't let him die."

Annan gave up on his own interrogation. Olmedo threw him in for no reason and let him go. He came to the entrance of the dungeon and called for the guards.

"Let Olmedo come and see me."

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

"My lord has no time to meet a counterfeit." The guard who came over mocked and prepared to walk away.

Annan stared at him with deep black eyes: "You don't have to go, but you better pray that I am not the real king of the North."

The guard appeared panicked, and stumbled and said, "I...I will tell the guard of the city lord, but whether he will tell it or not is none of my business..."

The sound of hurried footsteps disappeared in the depths of the dungeon. Annan stayed in front of the prison door, groping for the iron bars curiously. These iron bars, which looked like branches, could not stop ogres, let alone half-blood giants... What does the dungeon rely on to control them? ?
The assassin was still cursing at the orc on top of him, but he dared not do anything with the ogres and half-giant watching.

Annan inexplicably liked the feeling of this mechanical descending.

It didn't take long to wait, and the shadow of an oil lamp was reflected on the damp brick wall.

The strange guard came to the gate of the dungeon and looked at Annan: "Do you want to see the mayor?"

"Where is he?"

"Outside. You can talk to me about anything." The captain of the guard then lowered his voice, "I am a subordinate of the city lord..."

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

"Please rest assured, I am indeed a subordinate of the Lord of the City." The captain of the guard then said what Olmedo once said: "He told you that he needs your trust."

Annan believed that he was from Olmedo: "Tell Olmedo that an assassin was sent in to assassinate me."

"Where is he?"

Annan moved aside a little, and the captain of the guard raised the oil lamp, vaguely seeing the cursing figure surrounded by the silhouettes of the control department.

"I will tell the city lord."

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

Annan's face was reddish. Fortunately, the dungeon was dark and no one could see it.

Waited a little longer this time.The assassin stopped when he was tired of cursing, and whenever this happened, the Howler would poke him to continue cursing.

It's like pinching a mouse.Biting a screaming mouse is cute, but that might be its only means.

After about 10 minutes, the captain of the guard appeared with his men and opened the gate of the dungeon.

"Give us the assassin."

Annan moved the howler out of the way, and the guards approached.But there was an accident when the assassin was handed over.

The assassin, who was out of control for a short time, seemed to be waiting for this time, and the dangerous light surged on his body and rushed towards Annan!
"Psychic explosion—"

An extreme sense of danger and tingling pierced into his mind, but then, a palm fluttered down from the top of the psyker's head, slapping the roar from behind into his chest, and slapping his chest into the cracks in the bricks.

Annan didn't know if the psyker could be saved if he turned into a meatloaf.

The guards exited the dungeon in a panic and hurried away.

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

The female ogre said gentlemanly: "As an example among cannibals, I refuse to eat this kind of minced meat mixed with bones, internal organs, and feces."

At this time, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the corridor outside the dungeon, and a group of guards surrounded the fat deputy warden and appeared outside the prison door.

"Take the murderer out!"

The guards took up arms and led the half-giant out of the dungeon.

Annan saw that the captain of the guard was also among them, so he didn't say anything.

But the deputy warden didn't want to let Annan go. He greedily stared at Annan's mage robe: "Why is this impostor still wearing a mage robe without shackles? Someone—"

"You should think clearly." Annan looked calmly at the brazen officials, "Is it worthwhile to offend the king of the north who is higher than the nobles in order to curry favor with the nobles?"

"What's the meaning!"

"I mean... don't forget the most important things for the sake of flattery. Wealth and power only matter while you're alive..."

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

"Just a warning."

In the end, the deputy warden did not take off Annan's mage's robe and put on the shackles that symbolize the identity of a prisoner.He left disheartened with a pool of minced meat.

"My lord, please wait patiently, he will solve the danger soon."

The last guard to leave reminded in a low voice.

The dungeon returned to silence.

But as the half-blood giant left, the suppressed contradiction was released, and the prisoners showed their rebellious fangs one after another.

Stillkin challenged Black Tieres, the orc challenged Stillkin and Black Tieres, and the Ogre challenged Annan.

"My toes are dirty."

"I'll clean it up for you." Annan followed suit.

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

When Annan was thinking about how to politely reject the ogre, it continued, "Thinking about how to cook it more deliciously."

"Did we have a good conversation before?"

Annan said helplessly, but he could see that the ogre had no intention 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.

"Conspiracies and riots."

"You short people are always like this..." The orc's cold snort sounded from the side.

Not long after, footsteps sounded, and another figure covered in gray cloth was pushed into the dungeon by the guards.

A second assassin?Annan thought, when he heard a familiar conversation in his ear.

"...I hijacked a caravan."

"I am the leader of that caravan."

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

"I killed a group of mercenaries." The ogre said while looking at the prisoner who took off the gray cloth.

"Then what about yesterday?" The aggressive figure said casually.

The ogre shut its mouth.Seems to be watching the new guy.

Annan showed a relaxed smile and asked her, "How's the situation outside?"

"Klein and I took care of the blood lord. That sissy city lord let me into the dungeon and said he was helping you." Katarina said disdainfully.

Olmedo has already arranged everything.

The existence of the half-blood giant, the assassin, and Katarina made Annan realize that this dungeon had become a place where Olmedo and the existence behind the scenes wrestled - to stuff people into the dungeon and gain control.

Olmedo currently has the advantage.

Katarina satirized Annan's optimism:
"I hope people who are not you are thrown into the dungeon one by one."

(End of this chapter)