Alien world

Chapter 194 47. Deputy Warden
Annan didn't take off his clothes outside foolishly.He stepped up the steps and walked into the auditorium facing the warmth and brightness——

The ground is luxuriously covered with velvet carpets, the magic crystal lamps and candlesticks shine brightly, and a horizontal oval table is full of guests.Mostly women, their beauty and mixed perfume make it difficult to concentrate.

Sitting in the middle is Annan's target, Ms. Lin Dong.

She reclined lazily on the plush chair.Even so, she was still much taller than the women around her, and her attire was completely different from that of the aristocrats that Annan had seen—the dresses in the north were similar to those of the Kingdom of Rikaner, and the Kingdom of Rikaner copied the popular costumes of the southern countries.And Mrs. Lin Dong's attire was frost-colored, mainly fluffy, which made her already tall figure even taller. Annan probably reached her chest when standing in front of her.

The wavy long rose red hair was scattered casually, and his temperament was like a prince of the Northland, but not like a tyrant.And it's astonishingly beautiful--

Hmm... what's the name of the wine lady?

Annan took off his cotton coat and felt hat at this moment, and handed it to the servant standing not far away.

The calm posture made the servant subconsciously lean over to hold it up, and then squinted his eyes because of the smell on the clothes.

The ladies and girls at the round table sat up a little bit, their flushed cheeks from the cold made them want to take a bite, and their messy orange-red hair reminded them of the Erwin family.However, the men and women of the Erwin family are strong enough to wrestle with orcs, which is not to the taste of the noble ladies-this kind of young boys who play with them casually are more popular.

This boring banquet finally made them happy.

"Do you choose jokes or riddles?" the chief guard asked impartially.

"Guess the riddle."

The chief guard and the ladies looked at Mrs. Winter, she randomly picked up a frost-colored fruit that was similar in color to the dress, and asked him, "What is this?"

"Probably not Apple."

Mrs. Winter pursed her lips lightly: "Then what is it?"

Eating all-you-can-eat fresh fruits in winter is also a good choice...Annan replied calmly: "Pello fruit."

But I have to think of a name again...

"what do you want?"

"Send me to the dungeon—"

Annan and Mrs. Winter spoke at the same time, and then he realized that it was not a punishment for eating a hundred fruits?
"It seems that we are lucky enough to have what he wants." On the edge of the round table, a short and fat nobleman clapped his hands lightly, calling the thin and tall executive in the corner, "Can we satisfy his wish?"

"We can drive away a deputy warden," said the butler.

The short and fat nobleman waved his hands away from the butler, and asked Annan with interest: "So, lucky boy, do you want to be a deputy warden?"

……

Annan stood in front of the vanity mirror, changing into the slightly loose black deputy warden uniform and black leather boots under the service of the servants.

The pair of brown eyes in the mirror are dizzy, and have not reflected everything that happened from last night to this morning: inexplicably became the deputy warden, was sent to the arranged mansion by carriage to rest overnight, and then got up under the service of servants Change clothes, start the dungeon office——

Everything went smoothly, as if the fallen god of justice and bravery was protecting him.

Annan subconsciously imitated the nun's prayer gestures.

In any case, becoming the deputy warden, rescuing the bard and Murat will no longer be a problem.Annan should have been happy, but there was one thing he couldn't accept——

"Olme is just a good adult..."

The flattering subordinate calmly pronounced this strange name: "Olme is just a good adult, would you like to enjoy food first or rest for a while?"

"...Is there any work that I need to do? Such as patrolling the dungeon and dealing with prisoners."

"This kind of trivial matter can be solved by the judge, the Lord Warden has high hopes for you..."

"I haven't seen the warden yet..."

"There will be a chance, Olme is just a good adult."

Under Annan's strong request, the official who was good at flattering still led Annan to the dungeon.Annan still remembered these guards, but they couldn't recognize the deputy warden in front of him as a disgraced prisoner a few days ago.

Stepping into the dark and damp dungeon, but gradually getting warmer, the sound of leather boots stepping on bluestone slabs echoed crisply.

The prisoners in the cell looked outside, and a thin and small man cursed in a low voice: "The thing that relies on the ass to get the position."

Annan asked for an increase in his sentence, which was a mistake... Vicious, hateful insults followed, and the guards banged on the bars to silence them.

Suppressing the desire for revenge, Annan came to the sixth cell. The bard who had moved to the iron fence because of the previous movement saw Annan and screamed: "Why are you back again!"

"Why are you talking to Mr. Orme, the deputy warden!"

"Olme what?"

"Olme is just right!"

"Shut up." Annan yelled, tilting his head, "He is my former neighbor, can you let him out?"

"Of course, you are the deputy warden here."

Asking the guard to open the cell door to release the bard, Annan looked at the old man who gave him half a bed: "There is him."

Unexpectedly, the old man said angrily: "How can you avenge your kindness!"

"...I want you to be my servant." Annan realized the reason and added, and then the old man wanted to kneel down and lick Annan's boots.

Not exploring the depths of the dungeon yet, Annan walked out and stopped when he passed the first cell: "All the prisoners who scolded me will be released."

Amidst howling, Annan left the dungeon and went to the hotel to ask Uncle Murma to call Joan and the others down.

Facing Annan who put on a neat black uniform, Joan shrank back stiffly, no longer lively.The knight girl has not changed.

"Can I be a guard?" she asked.

Annan consulted the sycophant, and he straightened his waist: "The will of the deputy warden is the will of the dungeon!"

Astolfo and the withdrawn man became guards, and it was the turn of the speechless boy. "I'm going to be a prisoner!" he said.

"You have a better choice." Annan said jokingly, and finally looked at the anxious Joan: "May I invite you to my official residence as a guest? Your Royal Highness."

Uncle Murma smiled gratifiedly, glad that Annan could take care of Joan's sensitive heart.

Saying goodbye to Uncle Murma, Annan led everyone back to the mansion, and asked the bard to follow him to the study.

"Why is Betal City so chaotic?"

The upper level is extremely extravagant, the lower level will freeze to death and starve to death, and have to live by being locked in a dungeon, while the middle level can only be appointed and dismissed casually.

"This is the aristocrat... Annan. Both Olmedo and you... are exceptions among the nobles."

"Their wealth gives them status, and their status gives them more wealth... This is the nobility. Dirtier than Ratmen, more evil than demons..."

"Aren't they worried about letting humanity go to ruin?"

"We're not ratmen, but we're not elves either. People can't die, even if they die..." The bard said meaningfully: "That's what happens after 'I' dies."

(End of this chapter)