Alien world

Chapter 109. Chapter 108. The Difficult Life in the Dungeon

The environment of the dungeon is not as bad as imagined.

Although dark and damp, cold and smelly, there are only rotten and disgusting food, and dangerous prisoners.But as Annan said when he threatened the deputy warden, wealth and power are only meaningful if they are alive.

The dungeon made it impossible for Annan to get out, but it also made it impossible for enemies outside to come in.

Around noon, the guards outside the dungeon pushed the dining cart to distribute the last food of the day.

The food portions are small, and neither the Ogre nor the Dark Tieres gets the same amount - it seems the dungeon encourages looting.

And prisoners don't need to work, proper hunger will make prisoners weak and easy to control.

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

Annan frowned, these things really won't eat the dead?
When it was Annan's turn, the guard brought a piece of white bread with cracked skin due to being placed for a long time, and a bowl of chicken soup with oily flakes floating in it.

This is not much different from the food of civilians in the outside world, but it is a luxury in the dungeons where prisoners are held.

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

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

Annan broke open the white bread and gave half of it to Katarina. Just as he was about to push the chicken soup over, he saw Katarina grab dry bread and eat moss soup.

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

Annan did not distribute the remaining bread to other prisoners.Because it is just enough to eat by itself, and because of their repeated gestures.

"King of the North, please allow me to wipe your shoes." Sensing that Katarina is not easy to mess with, the ogre said humbly.

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

The orc and Stillkin just thought they were ordinary prisoners and didn't want to cause trouble.

At this time, Black Tieres swallowed his saliva and approached Annan, saying: "Your Excellency Annan, I have been eating these rotten and vomited things for dozens of days in the dungeon... Could you give me some? You can buy it for money!"

He didn't expect that the dungeon in Breeze City was so clean that he couldn't even find a mouse...

"You think a King in the North would be short of money?" mocked the ogre.

"how much is it?"

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

"5...no, 50 gold."

Black Tierez's asking price stems from the status of the king in the north.If Annan was a commoner, he would only have 5 gold coins at most, and he might go back on his word.

"100 gold, they are all yours." Annan generously gave the food to Heitie Leisi.

Katarina finished eating the white bread and was eating moldy sawdust bread and moss soup. As she chewed, the hideous scar on her cheek squirmed like a centipede: "Aren't you hungry?"

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

Black Iron Reston felt that the half loaf of bread and chicken soup that cost 100 gold was not so delicious.

"Apple pie? Is that sweet?" asked the ogre.

High-temperature fermented apples are slightly sour, and become sweet after being baked with flour and sucrose.

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

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

"Are they better than honey?"

"of course."

The corner of the ogre's mouth is drooling non-stop, and it seems that it is more appropriate to describe it as a honey eater.

As evening approached, Katarina took off her shirt and spread it under her body, the chiseled skin on the outside of her vest was shocking.

Stillkin and Black Tierez looked like they had seen a ghost.

The orc looked at those horrible scars and was in awe.

"Do you want to pray to the king with me?" Katarina extended an invitation to Annan.

"No..."

If Annan made it like this, Aunt Susan would kill Martin.

One of the reasons why Katarina can become companions with Michael and the others is that there is no exclusivity from other fanatics.In the murmur of prayers, Annan felt a little sleepy.

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

"You can rely on me." After finishing her blessing, Katarina stared at Annan with one eye.

"It's ok."

No matter sleeping on the smelly wet haystack or the cold and hard floor tiles, you will feel uncomfortable or sick at most, but you don't have to worry about getting the mage robe with its own cleaning technique dirty.

Annan thought of the little spider and hoped someone would feed it while he was away.

And I will never dream of little spiders again...

Annan who thought so fell asleep.

The cold and hard floor tiles and walls were obviously very uncomfortable. Annan tossed and turned in his sleep, his back hurt a little, his buttocks and back against the walls and floor tiles were also frozen unconscious, and the common snoring of orcs and ogres was like a Thunderstorm Sonata.

In the end, Annan grabbed some damp hay and spread it under his body, and managed to survive the first night in the dungeon.

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

The dungeon prisoners started their day.

Stillkin continued to provoke Black Tieres, and the orcs continued to provoke Stillkin and Black Tieres. The ogre was watched by Katarina and approached Annan, asking him for sweets.

The cold and dampness of the dungeon has another advantage-the reddish nose can't smell the bad smell.

Annan, who had nothing to do, also took the initiative to talk to them.He started by asking Stillkin:

"You hate dwarves?"

"No."

"You hate merchants?"

"Not at all."

"Then why have you been targeting Black Tieres?"

"Because he traded slaves as well as gold mines."

Unexpectedly, Stillkin, who has been provoking, is the "justice" party.

Well, Annan should have realized earlier that dwarves can be divided into good and evil—the Dark Iron clan are undoubtedly evil dwarves.

"Every merchant is selling slaves!"

"Including capturing refugees as slaves?" Stillkin sneered.

Later, Annan knew the reason why the prisoners woke up at the same time.

The guards brought today's food.

The other prisoners remained the same, but Annan's breakfast was richer than yesterday:
Warm soft bread and a whole roast chicken.

It appears that something has changed outside.

When Annan was about to share it with Katarina, Black Tieres, who had tasted the sweetness, came over again: "Your Excellency Annan..."

"you want?"

"Yes... I am willing... I am willing to pay 500 gold coins!"

So Annan sold the roast chicken for 500 gold coins.

When Hei Tierez was holding the roast chicken and wanted to hide in the corner, Stillkin took the opportunity to knock down the roast chicken and even stepped on it, but it didn't stop the unscrupulous 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 this chapter)