A strange world

Chapter 1249 Section 171. Plundering the spoils

Killian's territory fell apart as the lord fled, and the guards and slave owners outside fled in panic, some of them not even bothering to take their "property".

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

Ilimoyas had no time to pay attention to them. She had just lost a lot of wealth in the battle and broke into the manor to plunder the wealth that Killian had not had time to take away.

The young maids in the Zhuangyuan huddled in the corner, their faces pale.

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, you won't be hurt."

Joan has seen that Ilimoyas is not actually a cannibal. She only has two things in her eyes: treasure and treasure.

"Who of you knows where my guards are locked up?" she asked the maids.

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

Just when Joan thought they didn't know, 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 guard 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. 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 came in swaggeringly 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 wronged.

Joan couldn't tell the truth from the lie, 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 Free City, Joan didn't hate the criminals so much-the most important thing was that Ilimoyas was up there.

Click——

The guard unlocked the door in front of him.

Joan breathed 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 beat him away, and I don't know if he will come back. If you want to escape, hurry up."

The hatred between her and Killian has already been formed, and now the more trouble she can bring to him, the better.

All the cells holding prisoners were opened one after another. They hurriedly thanked him and ran out, 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 hesitated: "Miss, there is another person in the dungeon who was captured by that villain..."

"There is another?"

"Well, the jailer always takes Killian to the depths of the dungeon to torture someone."

Joan looked at the depths of the dungeon in surprise.

"Got it."

She exchanged glances with the guard and walked to the deepest part with the oil lamp.

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

As they approached, a hoarse voice came from the darkness: "What ridiculous punishment have you come up with to torture me... You are not from here?"

The owner of the voice heard the change in footsteps.

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

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

This guy didn't know how to offend Killian, and his body was covered with bruises. The clothes hanging on his body almost turned into a bloody shirt, and the cell was full of coagulated black blood.

"It seems that he is also Killian's enemy, let him out."

The guard picked up the key to open the door, and Joan continued to ask: "Can you get up by yourself?"

"Where is Killian?"

After such serious injuries, the man was able to stand up, walk out of the cell, and continue to walk towards Joan.

The guard immediately blocked Joan.

"I owe you a favor."

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

The guard said cautiously: "Princess 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 respect, and turned and walked out like a rock.

"Strange people..."

Joan muttered, confirming that no unlucky people were forgotten in the dungeon, and left the dungeon with turbid air with the guard.

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

Ilimoyas was still looting, and Joan walked around Killian's territory.

The fire on the burning street gradually weakened, leaving a piece of broken eaves and broken walls. 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 was 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 and saying, "You are free!"

The freed slaves looked at each other.

"What is freedom?"

Joan was stumped by this question, scratching her cheek and saying, "It's... you can go wherever you want!"

Unexpectedly, the slaves showed sadness on their faces.

"We... were abandoned?"

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

As a result, they seemed not 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 things that can be used as weapons, walk west along the road, and meet me at Sir Makarov's territory."

The slaves still looked numb and sluggish.

"Did you hear me!"

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

"Then do it, no one will care about you." Joan pointed to the shop and said.

They are human beings. Even slaves are human beings, they know cold and heat, they know they have to live, and they rush to the shop with more and more flexible feet.

Joan was very satisfied.

Humph, at this moment, I must have a point of that guy... no, at least two points!

Roar——

At this time, the figure of Ilimayas appeared above the manor.

"Hurry up!"

Joan left Annan behind, asked the guard to follow him, and ran towards Ilimoyas.

"I... Lord Dragon, how did you get it!"

The guard was right beside him, and Joan did not betray Ilimoyas's identity.

"Not bad."

Ilimoyas looked at Joan with a much gentler look, second only to Annan.

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