Alien world

Chapter 192 45. Dungeon Conspiracy
"The aristocratic spirit of Betal City is in my hands." The bard stretched out his dirty palm.

"You have nothing on hand."

"That's right! Nothing!"

After the bard complained, he drove away the prisoners who were eavesdropping, and it was Annan's turn to explain why he slipped into the dungeon.

"I had a conflict with Gema of the Diatra family, but I needed the magic ring from the auction, so I entrusted the mage Murat to bring it back, but he disappeared, so I had to investigate the truth."

"Are you coming in person?"

"I don't have many people... I can't let Fast or Bronzebeard come. And there are other purposes."

For example, investigating Gema, but now it seems that there are new branches such as saving aliens, saving orphanages... and saving bards.

"They really just screw things up," the bard agreed.

"Do you know about the auction?"

"You asked the right person. As a person who witnessed it, I will slowly tell what happened in that auction—"

"This is not a tavern, and you're not telling a story."

"Sorry, I'm used to it. I'm thinking about where to start..."

There are countless rare and valuable things in the auction every month, but there has never been a scandal like this: a mage in the mage tower stole the magic ring bought by Danilo Durham, and then sold it in the city of Betal. It took several days to catch him.

Ignoring the conflicting part, it is known: Murat gets the magic ring; Danilo Durham snatches the magic ring; the Diatra family is on their side.

"Do you know where Murat is?" Annan asked.

"All I know is that he's not on the first floor. If he gets into trouble like you said...he's at least on the third floor or even deeper." The bard picked up a stone and threw it at the prisoner who moved over, and continued: "You You can reveal your identity and scare them to death."

"Then it was quietly annihilated by the Diatra family?"

"The eternal alliance of the twelve kings in the northern region... Forget it." There is also a day when the contract is violated, let alone a verbal agreement.

"You can catch up with Lady Winter!" the bard suggested, "as long as you talk to Lady Winter about it at dinner, she will settle it for you."

Nobody really thinks of dinner with Lady Winter as a normal dinner.

"I'm not good at telling jokes."

"But you're good at making women smile."

"It's slander."

Annan immediately refuted, but he was really hard to be hated...

"You are a warlock, appearance is your second weapon besides spells, make good use of it!"

"You want to be seduced by the majestic king of the North?"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. A vampire queen will abandon her blood clan identity because she falls in love with a human being, and after spreading the word, she will hold up her divine fire and become the god of love."

Annan, who had just come to another world, might be moved and envious when he heard this story, but after experiencing the baptism of the conspiracy in Breeze City...the so-called "vampire queen falls in love with humans" is more like a cover for becoming a god.

"Could Mrs. Winter be a rat man?"

But Annan felt that it was suspicious that Ms. Winter appeared at this time: "This is how I was played by the rat man disguised as a lady in Breeze City before."

"Uh...you can tell me this kind of thing in the dungeon, don't say it out..."

Mrs. Winter is of royal blood, and she is the cousin of the current king. To say that Mrs. Winter is a rat-man is like pointing at the nose of King Rikaner and scolding: Your family is all rat-men.

Crush the flesh or annihilate the soul, there is always a kind of torture for you in the Inquisition of the Kingdom of Rikaner.

"What's your secret to making Lady Winter smile?"

Annan considered using Mrs. Winter to hide her identity and solve Murat's affairs.

"I told Mrs. Winter that there was a tax collector who was as greedy as a dragon. When he routinely searched a merchant, he found a goblin's hand in his pocket."

"Where's the funny part...?"

Goblins living in the city are pickpockets and thieves, and goblins in the wild are also greedy and cunning, satirizing tax officials and goblins the same.

It seems that the relationship between Mrs. Winter and the capital is not friendly, and the bard is not so innocent when he is taken into the dungeon.

But if this kind of joke can make Mrs. Winter "curve"...Annan can see her throat.

Rejecting a few jokes offered by the bard, Annan thought of a question: "How did you become their leader?"

Snapped!
The bard responded by snapping his fingers, and the opalescent halo of the light technique appeared in the prison cell. The darkness was invisible, and more than a dozen prisoners appeared with longing and awe.

No matter how bad the bard is, he is also a half spellcaster-although after the turmoil came, the god of elves and the god of breeze they believed in and worshiped disappeared.

"There is one last question, how should I get out?"

"Did they ask you for money when you came in?" Annan nodded, and the bard continued, "Then lie on the edge of the fence and call for me to redeem myself."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, my ransom is high."

According to the bard's prompt, Annan went to the iron fence and shouted outside: "I want to redeem myself!"

Strange to say, the dungeon guards who were not attracted by the bard's noise just now appeared.

"Ten quinnars."

"Why is it twice as expensive?"

"It's the price to come in."

"I don't have any money now, I can only give it to you after I go out."

The dungeon guards had no doubts—opened the cell door and escorted Annan out, and asked the guards to follow him to the hotel to withdraw money—but Annan had no money.

In order to enjoy "an authentic adventure in another world", Annan didn't even bring any money.Help Olmedo?That would be laughed at for months...

Annan had no choice but to stop when passing an alley.

"I have a friend I want to introduce to you." As he said, Annan activated the magic ring, easily scaring away the guards, and then hurriedly left the alley before they called for their companions, and returned to the hotel in the cold night.

bang bang bang-

Knocking and shaking awakened the sleeping man, and he ran to pick up the stick before opening the door.

"Er... Monsieur François?"

The buddy barely recognizes him, and covers his nose.

"I fell down, please prepare a bucket of hot water for me."

After returning to the warm and quiet hotel, Annan also smelled the stench from the tavern and the dungeon. After returning to the room and taking a bath, he felt as safe as a dream.

In the early morning of the next day, the knight girl and the others found that Annan had returned.

The knight girl circled around Annan several times, showing disgust: "The smell of wine and the smell..."

Annan asked Joan: "You asked me to find you this morning..."

"No!" Joan vented strangely, and ran back upstairs.

Annan led the carriage out in the morning, and returned alone in the afternoon, holding a box of yellow mineral powder and a dress.

Hiding in the room and applying mineral powder on the black hair, the reflection in the water basin is not the ideal blonde effect, but the original black hair cannot be seen.

Annan washed his cheeks, changed into a dress, left Joan and the knight girl stunned when he went out, and rented a carriage to the outside of Ms. Winter's manor.

"I'm here to take the test."

Annan said that he registered his name at the guard's office: Olme Shao.

(End of this chapter)