Hey, King!

2021-06-26

Chapter 113 Chapter 113 Never let it go
"Supreme God is above, what happened ?"

The guard took a step back, but then gathered up his courage and brought the oil lamp closer. The light shone on the face of the dwarf who Dagon didn't know his name.

"Captain, there's someone seriously injured here. What's wrong with him?" The guard sucked in the cold air between his teeth and moved the light of the lantern to Dagon's face.

"He is a student of the Elite Academy and was injured by Chimera. He came here to find a teacher from Shiloai Asni." Dagon was a little anxious and said, "His condition is very bad. , please let us pass. We have been on our way since the afternoon, and we have to guard against the pursuit of Chimera, and we finally found Berry Grove Village. It is important to save people."

"If we let you go, the next one The one to save is me." The guard called his Captain, a man with a chin much wider than his forehead and a beard ten times thicker than his hair. "Captain, count said not to let anyone over, right?"

"Count didn't say that. He was like this..." Captain raised his palm and slapped the air, Then he said in a low, muffled voice: "You little bastards, encircle the village, no one is allowed to approach, not a mouse or a fly. If anyone lets in irrelevant people, it is best That man has your heads in his hands, or I would have chopped them off."

"But this man is going to die." Dagon repeated, "Please, please let us go, Or you can send him there."

"This person is a student of the elite Academy." Geros bowed to the Captain of the guard, and said, "The elves brought the students, and they definitely don't want them to die. Here. Although letting him go in the past will violate count's orders, but to prevent the students from letting him go, won't count be more uncomfortable when the elves investigate? There is no perfect solution to this matter, but there is a possibility of avoiding the worst."

The Guard Captain shook his head, the fat on his chin fluttering like a skirt. "Tell me, what could that be?"

"You go and report to the elf teacher Shiloai and let him persuade the count." Geros said: "But hurry up, this dwarf's The state is deteriorating rapidly, and I think he may not last long."

"But...the female elf said that only the students of the Academy can go to her in an emergency, and we can't get there. ." The guard scratched the back of his head, browsers tightly frowns: "What's going on here!"

Dagon snorted, asked: "If the students of the Academy want to enter the village, the elf says Is the final decision or count the final decision?"

"Oh, that's not what you asked." Geros said, "My friend means, will count be right for the sake of the elves? The question of access, leave a way out?"

"I see, won't it, Captain?" The guard touched Captain with his elbow, his eyes curved and stern. "Our count isn't..."

"Shut your mouth! Or I'll sew them up for your mom!" Captain said, "We can't let you go unless you can get an Academy. My student, take this half-dead man over there. No, I think he's already dead, so there's no need to send it inside."

Dagon reached out and touched the injured person's breath.

"He's still breathing. Damn, you guys..." Dagon shook his head, controlled his emotions, and said, "I'll send him in and tell me where the golden horn Inn is? I'm an Academy student. ."

"Yes, he is." Gerlos took out his pass, which had the signature and seal of the captain of the bodyguard Mados, and it also clearly stated that Dagon Neil in the convoy was from the Elite Academy. students, so the convoy was released.

"It's over if you don't tell me sooner? You are the dwarf carrying this dwarf on your back, not far from the cordon, you can find someone if you ask." The Guard Captain took out a handkerchief and wiped his chin and neck. Sweat, said: "The convoy can't pass, I can give you a trolley."

It seems that the guards do not want to touch the count's bad head, and they all stand by.

Dagon loads a dying dwarf into a cart like a bag of potatoes. He was about to pick up the first hunting axe, but was immediately stopped by the guards. Geros hurriedly ensured that the first hunting axe was absolutely safe in the convoy. Even if Toby was lost, he would not lose this weapon. Dagon thought for a while, saving people was the most important thing, so he left his weapon behind, pushed the car through the blockade, and headed towards the village.

He was stopped twice on the road and had to explain it each time, which made Dagon's stomach full of fire. The wounded beside him had begun to vomit blood one by one, which was a symptom he had never had before, and it was obviously a sign of imminent death. He tried his best to control his temper, inquired kindly, and finally knew the location of the golden horn Inn. At the door, you can see a beautiful white horse tied to the door of this three-story building, but there are two beautiful empty saddles on the railing next to it, and there is an annoying guard.

"Count doesn't let people in. You have to wait." A brawny man, more than two meters tall, blocked the entrance of the Inn. He squinted at the two dwarves and waved his fists the size of a casserole pot. . "Whether it's a student or an experienced student, if you want to go in, you have to ask my fist."

"I'm not looking for the count, but the teacher Shiloai from the elite Academy." Dagon thought for a while. , approached the brawny man's fist and said to it: "Excuse me, can I go in?"

"It's funny, but no." The brawny man said: "Get out now, or I Have the guard come over and drag you away."

"Is that the guard?" Dagon reached out and pointed to the side. The brawny man looked in the direction of his fingers, and felt a blow to his lower abdomen. Before he could scream in pain, the vibration from his jaw made him instantly faint.

Dagon threw the brawny man behind the water tank where he was drinking horses, shoving it on his shoulders. The brawny man was so big that he had to fold it up, locking it into a nearly spherical shape with joints. When the white horse next to him saw this scene, he made a rattling sound and swept his tail, obviously very happy. Dagon's moves were quick and no one around noticed what was going on, which gave him a rare opportunity. He rolled his eyes at the white horse, lifted the dwarf on his back, and pushed open the door into the Inn.

Behind the door is the lobby of the Inn, which has five tables and doubles as a bistro business. There were no guests or attendants, the chairs were upside down on the table, and the fireplace was silent. After Dagon entered, he closed the door from the inside. He didn't know which room Shiroai lived in, apparently count was also here. He felt that he could go up to listen and look for it. It is best to stop entanglement with the people in count and find the elf directly.

At this time, there was a sound of bottles rolling down the stairs to the left of the bar, and then a bald man was seen chasing a wine bottle and rolling down. His pajamas caught on the handrail of the stairs, causing his clothes to separate. He rolled and vomited, and the wine kept leaking, smashing like a peeled peach.

With a thud, he came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, his ass in yellow boxers raised over his head, his black socks bobbing in the air. Saliva and tears flowed continuously, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Portuguese, portuguese, portuguese... wine, if she wants wine, I have to bring it to her."

"Lord count?" He kicked his ass and turned him over. If it weren't for the fact that he was still carrying a wounded man and was not free, he would have straightened the count with his hands, not his feet.

count had Dagon's reflection in his pupils, but he didn't seem to see the two dwarves in front of him. Continuing to drool, while extending the hand scratching in the air, he kept repeating a few words: "The wine is coming, beauty, let's continue, continue..."

Watching his constantly extending Tongue and very uneven panties, Dagon knew what count was thinking. He avoided the hands that wanted to hug him, circled around the boxer count, dodged any suspicious liquids on the stairs, and started to go up the second floor.

Through previous trips, Dagon gained some understanding of the architectural design of the Human Inn. The first floor is generally a hall, a kitchen and one or two single rooms for eating, and the shop Boss and service staff will also sleep here. The upper part of the second layer is the place where people live. Each layer has about four or five rooms, and some of them have balconies. Obviously, the guests in the golden horn Inn have been emptied, otherwise it would not be so quiet, and the count would not be allowed to roll down the stairs without anyone paying attention. In this case, the elves should be placed in the most luxurious rooms, which tend to have balconies.

Climbing up to the second floor, a strong scent fills the air, a mix of flowers, wine, tobacco, fruit and baked goods. In the hallway outside the room, the source of these scents is perfectly clear to Dagon, only in a cluttered, rundown, and chaotic form. There seems to have been a great battle here, with the two sides fighting over the food and the plate on which it was placed. Many soldiers fell, and their bodies were scattered on the ground. Dagon saw footprints in the cake, soot in the fish soup, pork ribs in the petals.

The doors of all the rooms are open, and the probe can see the beds inside, the sheets are a mess. It doesn't look like this place is for people to live in. It looks like more than 30 wild monkeys are kept here. After playing and destroying everything, they willfully throw away the garbage and slip away. There are no elves on this floor, and it is impossible for elves to live in such an environment. Dagon lifted the wounded man behind him and continued to climb the stairs.

Halfway through the stairs leading to the third floor, there seems to be an invisible dividing line, the chaos on the second floor is completely impossible to climb up, and the air seems to be much better. The window next to the turning staircase was open, and the night wind was exchanging the chaotic smell of the second floor. At the end of the stairs, there was a wrinkled white tablecloth with very obvious red wine stains and the remains of the cream on the cake in the corners.

Next to the tablecloth, there is a long boot, the boot is red, decorated with a white pattern like a wing, and the heel is nearly ten centimeters long. There was another boot a meter and a half away from it. This one was standing, and the boot seemed to be a pair of flesh-colored stockings. Dagon wasn't quite sure, but in the direction of the boots he also saw white's lace cape and a white long silk glove. These things form a clear trajectory to the room on the right side of the corridor on this floor.

(end of this chapter)