Alien world

Chapter 198. 51. Annan fights against Mrs. Winter
Annan, who had been leisurely for several days, finally took the turn to perform the duties of the deputy warden.

The aliens who riot and resist will be imprisoned on the second floor of the dungeon.But now the first two floors of the dungeon are overcrowded...According to the previous handling method, they will release all the prisoners on the first floor, and then move the prisoners on the second floor to the first floor.

Annan believed that the law of Beitar City was regarded as nothing. After seeing the warden and consulting his opinion, Annan got "the right to do whatever he wanted", and asked the dungeon guards to interrogate the prisoners on the second floor all night, and put the criminals in prison. Kill as soon as possible.

The heinous criminals lined up in front of the gallows, and the lively scene made residents even wear quilts to watch.Slightly serious prisoners were sent to mines and workshops.In the end, Annan paid a salary out of his own pocket to win over the dungeon guards.

The second floor of the dungeon was successfully vacated. Residents of Betal City praised the new warden for abiding by his duties. The warden directly called Annan as his successor.The bard implicitly praised Annan for increasing the law and order in Beital City by more than ten percent, while Daniel directly called Annan to come, and crime would disappear.

Relying on Mrs. Winter's protection, as long as it doesn't touch the core interests of Betal City, Annan can do whatever he wants—this is much more free than in Breeze City.

On the evening of the day when the dungeon was vacated, a group of mercenaries escorted dozens of aliens.Lame centaurs, painted-faced elves, toothless lizardmen and orcs, shaved bearded dwarves, and ratmen among them, this is by no means good news... other races have joined forces with the ratmen.

And the wounds were pretty new, they had been lynched before they arrived.

Annan asked the bards to be in charge of the second floor, and went to the city lord's mansion to investigate the truth of the riot: the situation was not complicated. The aliens who were either mercenaries or adventurers before became slaves. Their unyielding souls fought, but they escaped from prison Beyond the prison is a larger prison.

Returning to the dungeon, Annan asked the bard to find the leader of this motley resistance team, and asked Astolfo and Gray Wolf to treat the wound.But not so well, they refused to bandage the wound.

Annan had no choice but to come to the second floor, stand in front of one of the cells, and pick up the overturned bandages in front of the iron bars.As soon as he stood up, a mouthful of saliva hit Annan on the cheek, like a loud slap.

Astolfo and Gray Wolf drew their swords at the same time.

"Go back."

The two of Annan shouted and guarded, wiped their saliva with a bandage, and looked gently at the female centaur surging with hatred: "You have to heal your wounds before you have a chance to escape from here."

The reassurance helped, and they no longer resisted the bandages and herbs that healed themselves.Not long after, the bard brought good news: he found the leader hidden among the alien race.

If the howler was in the prime of life, the orc in front of him was an old man.Broken canines, cloudy pupils, wrinkled, mottled brown skin. ,

Annan was surprised: "I never thought that an orc would become the common leader of elves and dwarves."

"What are you talking about?" The orc looked weaker than an old man.

"No more pretense...they all respect you."

The orc's turbid pupils became sharp again, and his back was no longer bent: "Smart human beings, you know everything, and you should know... Orcs, never be slaves! Wow!"

"Wow!"

Howls echoed one after another on the second floor of the dungeon.

"On the contrary, I didn't come to hurt you..." Annan tried to be gentle, but it didn't work.

"Aro Logan..." The old orc said a name: "An elf, I believe you, was sold to the nobles to kill..."

"I'm sorry...but you must trust me." Annan pushed back Astolfo and Gray Wolf, and officially announced: "I am Annan, Annan Reeves, one of the twelve kings of the North."

"Do you know who I am? Human..." The old orc disdainfully said, "The chief of the Black Horn Tribe, the chosen one of the beast god..."

"Really?"

"I'm a fart..."

It's an orc swear word, howlers always howl when they lose.But Annan was not angry. The estrangement and hatred cannot be alleviated with a few words.Trust is both heavy and fragile - to them, relationships are life and death.

Annan asked the bard to bring a basin of clear water, lowered his head to soak, and raised his head with restored black hair after the mineral powder melted.

"Can you prove my identity this time?"

Annan lifted the oil lamp to let the old orc see his black hair and black eyes.

The old orc was silent for a moment: "Why help us?"

"Do you know the secret society?" Annan noticed that a jackal raised his head, and continued: "I agree with the idea of ​​this society. My friends include past members of this society, as well as orcs, goblins, and ogres. Even rat people, you shouldn't be reduced to this..."

"What are we going to do?" The old orc seemed to relax.

"Do nothing, just wait. I'll find a chance to get you out."

Standing in the prison, staring at Annan with cloudy pupils: "Our companions are still in the hands of mercenaries, rescue them, I believe you."

"I will bring them back. But before that, don't make trouble..." This is a good start, Annan relaxed a bit: "My people will bandage your wounds so that they don't resist."

"Do you remember the identities of those mercenaries?"

"De Chasso... a mercenary group."

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De Chaso mercenary regiment station.

The long leather boots stepping on the wooden board made a rhythmic sound.

The shouts in the living room were silent, and the mercenaries looked at the uninvited guests who broke into the tavern and subdued the dark.

"Mr. Deputy Warden, may I ask why you visited the De Chaso mercenary group late at night?" the woman in a tight leather jacket asked seductively.

"We need to take away the aliens here and investigate the riots during the day."

"This is a matter for the City Lord's Mansion," she said.

"But it's Lady Winter's business."

A muscular, shirtless man put down his wine glass with a "bang", and the atmosphere in the tavern was tense instantly.

"Have you written it down?" Annan tilted his head and asked.

The bard read while writing in his notes: "Ales Leon, the head of the mercenary group, provoked Mrs. Winter."

"...We respect the flowers of the snow field, the honorable Mrs. Winter." The woman in leather had to change her words, "But you represent the will of that lady?"

"In addition, he threatens to be the most favored by Mrs. Winter, the future successor of the dungeon, the upstart of Betal City, Olme is just right."

Annan said calmly, as if he was facing a mercenary group with only five professionals instead of a high-level mercenary group with one epic professional, several master professionals, and dozens of elite professionals.

Ales Leon continued to remain silent, and the woman in leather said, "Are you really just investigating?"

"Or I take your slaves to sell them?"

(End of this chapter)