Alien world

Chapter 1249 171. Plundering the spoils
Killian's territory fell apart as the lord escaped. The guards and slave owners outside fled in panic, and some did not even bother to take their "property" with them.

The building was still burning, and the thick smoke from the fire was clearly visible dozens of miles away.

Elimoas had no time to pay attention to them. Having just lost a lot of wealth in the battle, she broke into the manor and plundered the wealth that Killian had not had time to take away.

The young maids in Zhuangyuan's house huddled in a corner, their faces pale with fright.

Looking at their beauty, Joan muttered that Killian really knew how to enjoy himself, and said to them, "Don't worry, as long as you don't run around and tip off others, you won't be hurt."

Joan has already seen that Elimoas is not actually a cannibal. There are only two things in her eyes: treasure and treasure.

"Does anyone know where my guard is being held?" she asked the maids.

The maids looked at each other, but no one responded.

Just when Joan thought they didn't know either, a maid with delicate light pink skin stood up and said she knew.

"Take me there!"

Joan followed the maid around the complex manor and found the hidden dungeon and the guards imprisoned inside.

He was still alive and had not been tortured, but he had been hungry all day.

Joan found a bunch of keys in the jailer's room, and she didn't know which one opened the guard's cell, so she took them all and tried them one by one with the guard.

The prisoners in other cells had seen the jailer flee in panic. Not long after, a young girl swaggered in and squatted in front of the cell to try the keys one by one. She couldn't help but beg Joan to release them, saying that she was innocent.

Joan couldn't tell the truth from lies, but since this was Killian's dungeon, it meant that the people imprisoned here were his enemies, not criminals.

And thanks to the Punishment Corps of Liberty City, Joan is not so disgusted with criminals - the most important thing is that Elimois is up there.

click-

The guard unlocked the door in front of him.

Joan heaved a sigh of relief and led him to open the doors of other cells.

"I'm not sure if there are any bad guys, bullies, or criminals among you. Anyway, I let you go because you have a grudge against Killian. I chased him away, and I don't know if he will come back. If you want to escape, hurry up."

She and Killian already had a feud, and now she wanted to cause him as much trouble as possible.

All the cells holding the prisoners were opened one after another. They hurriedly thanked him and ran outside, but were stopped by Joan again.

"Oh, by the way, there is a blue dragon outside. It's my friend. You don't have to be afraid."

One of the prisoners with a shoulder injury covered his shoulder and said hesitantly: "My dear lady, there is another person in the dungeon who was captured by that villain..."

"besides?"

"Well, the jailer always takes Killian to torture someone deep in the dungeons."

Joan looked into the depths of the dungeon in surprise.

"understood."

She exchanged glances with the guard and walked towards the deepest part together, holding the oil lamp.

The light moved forward, and an unpleasant smell of decay gradually filled the air.

As they approached, a hoarse voice came from the darkness: "What ridiculous punishment have you come up with to torture me again...Aren't you from here?"

The owner of the voice heard the change in the footsteps.

Joan walked to the cell and raised the oil lamp, illuminating a shadow in the cell.

The shadow raised his head, revealing a dishevelled face hidden behind dirty hair.

This guy somehow offended Killian and was covered in bruises. The strips of cloth hanging on his body had almost turned into a bloody shirt, and the cell was covered with coagulated black bloodstains.

"It seems that he is also Killian's enemy. Let him go."

The guard took the key and opened the door. Joan continued to ask, "Can you still get up by yourself?"

"Where's Killian?"

Despite being so badly injured, the man was still able to stand up, walk out of the cell, and continue walking towards Joan.

The guard immediately stood in front of Joan. "I owe you a favor."

A strong smell of decay hit Joan in the face. She frowned and covered her nose, almost suspecting that this guy was a dead person with maggots all over his body.

The guard said warily, "The Princess of Montreal does not need you to repay the favor. You are free."

"Montreal..." The man's mood changed. He bowed to Joan silently to show his respect, then turned and walked out like a rock.

"Strange person..."

Joan muttered to herself, making sure that no unlucky person was forgotten in the dungeon, and left the dungeon with the guards.

The prisoners in the dungeon were gone, and there was still a slight unpleasant smell of decay in the corridor, but it was much better than the dungeon.

While Elimoas was still looting, Joan started to wander around Killian's territory.

The fire on the burning street gradually died down, leaving only a few broken walls and eaves. There were almost no people on the street - everyone thought that the dragon was attacking the city and fled desperately.

In addition to a magnificent manor, there is a slightly larger town outside.

The cages abandoned by the slave owners still held confused slaves.

Joan walked over and opened all the cages, imitating Annan's example and saying, "You are free!"

The freed slaves looked at each other.

"What is freedom?"

Joan was stumped by this question and scratched her cheek and said, "Just...you can go wherever you want!"

The result was unexpected, and the slaves' faces showed sadness.

"We were... abandoned?"

"No! You are free and can start living like normal people, just like me!"

It turned out that they didn't seem to understand, as if being released was a punishment.

What's wrong with these guys?!
Joan couldn't just leave it alone, so she pointed to the empty shop next to her and said, "Go in now, pick out some clothes for yourself, then eat everything you can eat, take anything that can be used as a weapon, walk west along the road, and meet me at Sir Makarov's territory."

The slaves still looked numb and dazed.

"Did you hear that?"

The commanding shout suddenly startled the slaves and they nodded reflexively.

"Just do it, no one will bother you." Joan said, pointing to the shop.

They were human beings. Even if they were slaves, they were still human beings. They knew the difference between cold and heat, knew they had to stay alive, and rushed to the store with their increasingly flexible feet.

Joan was satisfied.

Humph, at this moment I must be one point... no, at least two points like that guy!

Roar--

At this time, Elimoyas's figure appeared above the manor.

"Follow up quickly!"

Joan left Annan behind, asked the guards to follow her, and ran towards Elimois.

"Evil Dragon, what's the harvest?"

With the guards right beside her, Joan did not betray Elimois's identity.

"is acceptable."

Elimoas looked at Joan with a much gentler gaze, second only to Annan.

"Then let's go back. We have to tell Liberty City about the situation here!"

(End of this chapter)