Alien world

Chapter 191 44. Reunion
The hotel, Astolfo and the lonely man did not see Annan come back.

"Maybe that kid is lost in the wonderful night in the city." Uncle Murma said teasingly.

"...He is not that kind of person." The knight girl spat at him.

As the night approached, it was confirmed that Annan would not come back tonight. The knight girl and the lonely man went back to their respective rooms and started their respective dreams.

The hotel no longer has guests coming, and the clerk props up behind the door with a broom, and naps on the counter.The silence continued, and a ray of pink quietly slipped into the hotel from under the door, lingered in front of the counter, bypassed the clerk, floated to the second floor, and entered the first room.A girl with her leather armor removed and her short sword resting on her pillow was still sleeping soundly, and a ray of pink quietly sneaked into her dreamland.

It was a handsome boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, with jet-black broken hair scattered freely, his legs were crossed, and he was sitting on the throne.Condescendingly looking down at the girl in a blood-stained white dress kneeling at the bottom of the steps.

"Francois... I am very disappointed, as my subordinate, you actually spy on me!"

The weak girl raised her head and pleaded: "King of the North, Olmedo said that you need protection."

Snapped--

The black-haired boy swung his whip, drawing a welt on the girl's cheek, and a painful moan escaped from his lips.

"Are you my subordinate, or Olmedo's subordinate?"

"Humans are pretty good at playing nowadays..."

A frivolous teasing wafted out of the pink breath, leaving the dreamland where it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or a nightmare, and went into the second room, the dream of a man sleeping on his side.

The black-haired boy who was still sitting on the throne in the previous dream became a prisoner here, bound by four ropes and lying on the dining table. A girl with the same black hair and exquisite appearance surrounded the dining table, poking a piece of barbecue with a table knife, Pass it to the boy's mouth:

"Want to eat?" The girl raised her wrist slightly, so that the boy who stretched his neck could not reach the barbecue: "Beg me like a dog."

"This child is like a little erinia..."

The pink breath left the dream with emotion, drifted across the empty room, and came to the fourth room.

The torn and crumpled paper left the room with no place to stay. The girl lay casually on her back on the bed, and the notes on the table beside her were written in ugly handwriting such as "Joan", "His Royal Highness", and "Francois".

Pink floated into her dream, and she saw the girl wearing a cake-like skirt sitting in a seat full of patches, and the golden crown on her forehead was shining.

A knight knelt on one knee before the throne, raised his head, and a familiar face appeared:

"My princess, the queen has given her head, please return to the capital to take over your country!"

"What a popular boy, is he also a succubus?"

The wafting breath came to the last room, and got into the last dream——

Sweet food grows from the grass, and honey and juice flow in the river. A simple and honest boy wanders in the pink clouds, catches the beef cubes falling like raindrops with his left hand, and tears off the clouds with his right hand to eat.

The pink breath came out of the dream, did not find the target, exuded regret, and left quietly.

……

"Insulting the Twelve Kings of the Northern Territory, you must either pay a ransom or enter a dungeon."

Annan was escorted outside the dungeon for the final step.

"I do not have money."

"Fuck luck boy... bring Toby out of the sixth room on the first floor and put him in." The official waved his hand benevolently, and let the dungeon guards take Annan, who was about to freeze, into the dungeon he dreamed of.

The dungeon is dark and dank, but at least it won't freeze to death.

Annan soon knew why the officials said he was lucky: the dungeon was overcrowded, and Toby, dragged by the guards, struggled like a dead dog and screamed: "I don't want to go out!"

Annan asked the old man who was sitting by the iron fence exuding the atmosphere of the owner of this place, full of desire to talk: "Why is he unwilling to go out?"

"Didn't you come here for refuge?"

The old man observed Annan in amazement, but no one could see his face clearly in the dark dungeon: "Because it's warm and there is food here, who knows if you can survive the long night outside. Why did you come in? Robbery? Stealing? Killing?"

No wonder Annan turned a blind eye to the illegal guards, and then felt sad—the people of Betal City had to rely on crime and be locked in dungeons to survive this harsh winter.
"Speak ill of the Diatra family."

"Oh, this is a new way! For the sake of you telling me, boy, I will give you half of my bed."

A howling Toby was dragged out, but the jeers from the rest of the cell continued.

The dungeon on the first floor seems to form a camp with cells as the unit.The leader of the sixth prison, who couldn't bear the ridicule, rushed to the fence and shouted: "I want to show you the strength of the bard... Let me out! Bastards! You nobles are always because you can't drive Lock me up as a joke, luckily your skills are as bad as your sense of humor!"

Then Youyou taunted from the corridor: "It would be nice if you talked to the guards instead of shouting at the wall."

"Bron, use the vast void between your fucking ears to remember, even if the guards come over, I dare to say that!"

"Don't talk about my mother!"

"Not only did I say that I also laughed at him for giving birth to a stupid son!"

The leader of the sixth cell crushed the opponent in terms of eloquence, and Annan suddenly felt that he was a little familiar...

Avoiding the pulling of the old man, Annan came to the iron fence.

"Don't get too close to me, boy, I'm annoyed." He glanced sideways at Annan and said irritably.

"You're not so aggressive in the tavern."

"...Who are you?" The bard approached Annan, measured his height and screamed: "Annan..."

He was not stupid enough to say Annan's name and identity, and ignored the provocations of obscenity, and returned to the luxurious bed that belonged to the "boss" - covered with wet grass, in a corner away from the dung bucket.

Annan was happy to be reunited with the bard who had disappeared for months - albeit in a dungeon.

"Why are you here?" asked the bard.

"I'm just going to ask you, has your business expanded to dungeons?" And it seems to be doing well.

"Will it make you happy to satirize someone who has been locked in a dungeon for more than a month?" The bard sat down on the wet grass helplessly, "Are you here to rescue me?"

"No, give way." Annan squeezed into the wet grass, and he still missed the cold touch—for the time being.

"So why are you here?"

The bard said that there are two things that are most beautiful and most exquisite in the North.One of them is Mrs. Winter, who is known as the flower of the snowy field in the Kingdom of Rikaner.

That Mrs. Winter was a guest in Betal City, and announced that whoever made herself smile could have dinner with her.

The bard carefully prepared a joke, but just because his joke made the corners of Mrs. Winter's mouth curl up, these filthy thieves and dirty pigs put him in the dungeon in the name of offending the nobles.

(End of this chapter)