Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Hey! Hey! Get up soon! It's time to eat!" The jailer slapped the iron fence on the cell door and handed in a few lunch boxes from the square window in the middle of the iron door.

Ambich's bed was close to the prison door, so he took the lunch box and distributed it to the rest.

When they uncovered the lid on the lunch box, they found that today's lunch meal was soft potatoes and cooked rice soaked in broth. Everyone couldn't help but sigh in unison.

It has been more than half a month since they were defeated by the army of the Northern Pioneer Lord outside Jackdaw Town.

Ambich was originally worried that he would be escorted to the northern wastelands to be imprisoned, and he would be frozen to death in the cell in the cold winter within a few days, but now it seems that he is still a distance away from death.

The environment of this cell is much better than the cold and wet dungeon in Grizzly Castle - it is equipped with a high and low bed with wooden racks, and a thick straw and a blanket are laid on the bed. There is a situation of air leakage.

Two other little nobles from Grizzly Castle were locked in this cell with him, both of whom were children of the vassal family under the fief of Earl Fagen, one of whom was also the legitimate son who had the right to inherit the title of baron.

Ambic himself has less noble status than that - his father was just a knight in the Knights of the Earls who had been discharged from the army due to injury in his early years. He fought for the Fegan family for half his life and received a title reward of a non-hereditary baron. There is also a lame leg that can no longer be on the war horse.

"It's so damn! When will we be locked up? Haven't my stupid brother and mother raised all the ransoms yet?" The oldest little nobleman whispered and threw the food in his hand. On the side, "Eating foods like this that are worse than pigs and dogs every day is simply an insult to us!"

Ambich glanced at the other person quietly and murmured in his heart that pigs and dogs cannot eat such rich food. They usually eat a mixture of cassava tuber and rotten fruits and vegetables, which is much disgusting than the food in front of them.

The baron's legitimate son gave a blank look at the older nobleman and sneered: "Ransoft? Do you think this pioneer lord will really leave our lives and wait for us to be redeemed and regroup the army to revenge him? Humph, When Earl Feigen's head was sent to the cell a few days ago to show us, wasn't the other party's intention obvious enough? "

The little nobleman stared wide and said in horror: "What do you mean? Is this wasteland lord really so bold... to execute all the captured nobles?"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the small cell less than ten square meters in fear. Finally, he couldn't bear it and rushed to the prison door. He put his head around the iron window and shouted loudly, "Come on! Come on! Please let me go! I meet Lord Lord! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”

The baron's legitimate son spitted on the ground and cursed: "Cowardly trash! We are the glorious knights under the earl's command, not those despicable and lowly mercenaries! Look at your appearance now, you have completely lost the face of the noble!"

As he said that, he cursed and pulled the little noble over, raised his fist and wanted to greet him in the face.

Ambic hurriedly walked up and pulled the two of them away, whispering: "Stop! Don't fight, we won't be able to have a good time to attract prisoners."

The Baron's legitimate son squinted his eyes and looked at Ambich carefully, and sneered, "Oh, the shepherd knight of the Kenny family in Mofang Town, what? You don't seem to worry about your life being held in your hands?"

Ambich, who was used to being ridiculed, sighed and explained patiently: "I have observed for a long time. The knights and nobles who were caught with us, who were the most clamored, were first taken out of the cell. Didn't return either... These people should have been sentenced severely, and maybe they had been hung on the gallows long ago, but you see, like the three of us... are neither loyal confidants of the count, nor are they here Those who resist stubbornly in the battle should not be sentenced to death."

The Baron's legitimate son was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, what you said makes sense."

The scared little nobleman finally breathed a sigh of relief, left the door of the cell and lay back on the wooden bed, but his face was still pale.

Seeing this, Ambich sat down against the wall and pulled a rough blanket over her body.

He was not really not afraid of death, but he felt that begging for mercy did not seem to be of any use. It would be better to be at peace with it now and wait for God and the lord to decide his future destiny.

Ambich knew very well how much he had. He was not a knight. If his disabled father had not given up on the delusion of revitalizing the family, he forced him to join the Earl's coalition. Instead of taking a horse to charge, he I prefer to stay with the herds I raise, and ride my horse on the grassland outside Mofang Town every day.

It is also because of this that he is also a famous waste snack in the circle of knights and small nobles. He was naturally put on the insulting nickname of "Shepherd Knight". During the battle, he was arranged by the knight commander in the position of hanging his tail. , unexpectedly, he accidentally saved his life.

The prison guard who had just brought lunch suddenly came back and came to the door and shouted, "Is Ambich Kenny here? The Lord of the Town Hall wants to see you!"

It's over! I just comforted others in the last second, but I didn’t expect that it was my turn to be taken out the next second. I don’t know if it was a trial of punishment or a family member with ransom...

Ambich couldn't help but tremble slightly, and forced himself to get up from the ground and walk out of the cell.

The person who led the way was a young soldier wearing a thick black fur uniform, a pair of shiny leather boots, and carrying the strange silver metal spear on his back - it was this thing that made the count's army suffer from tragic fail.

After walking out of the cell door, Abic was usually shackled with iron chains on his gloves. His eyes were covered with cloth strips, and he could only stagger and follow the soldiers on the other end of the chain in a daze, but for some reason this wasteland The ground roads in the territory are extremely flat, so there is no need to worry about being tripped and fall.

After walking for a long time, Ambich couldn't help but whisper: "Where are you... going to take me? Don't you have to go through trial to convict me?"

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A calm response came from the front, "Who said you would be punished? I am only responsible for sending you to the head of the city hall, so don't ask more questions about anything else."

Ambichi shut his mouth rationally. The soldiers gave him a very strange feeling. From the accent, they all seemed to be refugees from the wasteland. They dressed and looked completely different from those from the southern border, but they seemed to be a little afraid of the nobles. None of them, but instead they looked condescending and proud. It seemed that compared to themselves, they were more like knights with glory and prominent backgrounds.

Although I couldn't see my eyes, I kept hearing the conversations and hurried footsteps of pedestrians passing by, and the crisp sounds of ringing sounds. Occasionally, I could hear the laughter of children - this is the middle of winter, Shouldn’t civilians be huddled in a simple house to keep warm and try their best to save money and live a life without harvest? Why did he feel that everything around him is full of vitality, as if spring is coming.

With a lot of doubt, he was finally sent into a building that seemed very spacious and crowded. Then, under the reminder of the soldiers, he fumbled upstairs and entered a separate study room.

After removing the blindfold, Ambic had no time to adapt to the sudden stimulation of light, he immediately squinted his eyes and was scared away several steps.

Behind the desk in front of him was a tall humanoid monster with metal and machinery. On the silver-white metal skull, crystal blue flames flashed in the two black eye sockets.

"You're Ambich Kenny?"