On the Seven Towers

The next morning, a stinking ox-drawn cart loaded with many dirty barrels slowly walked from a small path down the mountain to the cliff where the palace was located. When it approached the mountain road, it turned into an inconspicuous fork and went around the back of the mountain below the palace.

Those barrels and carts were covered with dark brown stains, which made people want to retreat, so they could only come out in the early morning when there was no one on the street.

This is exactly the business that Tree Stump's friend Biverro does every day, transporting all kinds of feces and dirt from the palace dungeon. Biverro is a short, fat and strong man. In this era when most civilians seem malnourished, he obviously lives a comfortable life. Although transporting feces is a dirty and tiring job, he can not only get a reward from the palace, but also sell these excrement to surrounding farmers as fertilizer after fermentation. In fact, it is a very profitable job.

Biweiro sat in the first car, holding the reins, and the person next to him was Xiao Chen in disguise.

Biweiro said carelessly: "Brother, I really don't understand you. Your friend is in prison, what's there to see? If you look at him, he will be stabbed, and you can't talk, at most you just make eyes. If he had given up, you looked at him once and made him feel alive again, how uncomfortable would that be."

"Shudun said, you have done this kind of thing before, so what's there to ask." Xiao Chen said unhappily.

"Hey, that's right, if you guys didn't want to take a look at those death row prisoners, I wouldn't have made this money. But I'm not willing to sacrifice my life for money. When you get to the door, you have to listen to me. Do whatever I say. If I don't let you talk, just shut up and pretend to be dumb. Do you understand?"

"I know. I'm your nephew, I'm here to help you with the work temporarily. I won't say anything else."

"Your accent is too aristocratic. If you talk too much, you will definitely get into trouble, so just shut up. Last time, someone who didn't have eyes saw him. Dad cried and fell to the ground after one of his legs was broken. He was almost discovered by the guards. I had to pour a bucket of feces on his head and cover it up by saying that the bucket had been overturned. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that guy was so smelly that I couldn't bear to look at him. He didn't have time to cry on the spot, he just vomited, and I saw that his intestines were about to come out. I hope you don't let me use this method. "

Xiao Chen felt a chill on his back when he heard Bivero's words. The experience of fighting with the Super Saint didn't make him comfortable with the feces bucket. Since he got on this car, he could only breathe through his mouth all the way here. What he regretted most now was that he didn't learn a magic to filter the air in time before coming out.

"If your face is too ugly, you don't look like a feces carrier." Xiao Chen's ears rang with Glade's voice. He was hiding in Xiao Chen's trouser pocket.

"You don't even have a nose now, you are not qualified to say such things." Xiao Chen said.

"And your body movements are too stiff, which also shows that you particularly dislike these. Look at Bivero, he is as relaxed as lying on the sofa."

"You don't have a mouth now, so you don't have to talk." Xiao Chen said angrily.

"I have read the spy novels in your place. Those agents are very professional. If they were here, they would definitely learn everything."

"I think they will search you in a while. It will be too easy to be discovered if you carry you with you. Maybe you should hide you in a barrel." Xiao Chen reached out and pinched Glade.

"Slowly, slowly, I am helping you adjust the atmosphere. Look, I helped you relax a little, and you behaved much more naturally."

The ox cart gradually came to the end of the road, where there was a natural cave entrance that had been slightly repaired. There was a heavy iron-clad wooden door at the door.

Bivero stopped the ox cart, walked to the door and knocked hard on the door knocker. A small window opened on the door, revealing an indifferent face.

The man took out a crystal, shone it on Bivero, and said, "Wait a minute."

After a while, the door was pushed open with a rumble, and there were seven or eight soldiers wearing armor inside. The leader was sturdy and should be a knight with good strength.

Xiao Chen nodded secretly in his heart. It was indeed the most important prison of the royal family. Even a back door for transporting goods was so guarded. He had no doubt that if an enemy broke in, there would be layers of sentries to intercept, and there would be a mobile force composed of real masters to stop it.

The guard who just opened the door covered his nose and looked around. Seeing that Xiao Chen's face was a little unfamiliar, he asked, "Who is this? I haven't seen him before."

"My nephew. My son is sick today and has no strength. Let him come to help. Don't worry, sir, he is an honest man and won't cause trouble."

The leading knight waved his hand and asked Xiao Chen to walk in front of him, saying, "Check it carefully for me."

The two soldiers standing beside him walked up to Xiao Chen and touched him up and down. Xiao Chen had put the earrings that Glade had transformed into in his pocket. Seeing this, he quickly pierced his pocket and rolled to the ground. Taking advantage of the darkness, he quietly avoided the sight of the people at the door and flew into the gate close to the ground.

"Sir, I didn't find anything wrong." The two soldiers were unwilling to spend too much energy on this stinky man.

"Okay. Bivero, take care of your nephew. If you cause any trouble, I will take your head." The knight warned.

"Of course, if he is ignorant, I will stuff him into the bucket with my own hands." Vivero said, taking a small cart from the ox cart and placing it on the ground. Then he went to move the bucket. When he saw Xiao Chen still standing over there, he said, "Do it. Are you here to be a guest?"

Xiao Chen had no choice but to go up and help.

"Listen carefully. If you don't work, you will show your flaws." Vivero whispered.

"I know, I know." Xiao Chen put his hand on the slippery bucket, wishing he had brought a pair of rubber gloves. He was very strong now and moved the barrel to the cart without much effort.

"Vivero, your nephew is a good turd transporter. Better than your son." The knight on the side praised Xiao Chen's quick movements.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Vivero said cheerfully. He took Xiao Chen and pulled the cart into the gate. At this moment Glade flew over quietly and fell into his pocket again.

After they walked for a while, Vivero said to Xiao Chen: "This place is divided into four floors. The top one is where the gentlemen live. The stewards and knights all live there, and the three floors below are all there." It's the place where people are detained. The one you enter from here is on the bottom floor. I don't know which floor the person you're looking for is on, but we have to clean up those things on every floor, so you have a chance to go there. I will cover you and give you a chance to say hello, but it won’t take long, and then I’ll leave.”

"Okay." Xiao Chen nodded and responded.