Chapter 109 108. The difficult life in the dungeon
The environment in the dungeon is not as bad as imagined.
Although it is dark and damp, cold and smelly, there are only rotten and disgusting food, and dangerous prisoners. But as Annan said when he threatened the deputy warden, wealth and power are only meaningful if you are alive.
The dungeon prevents Annan from getting out, but it also prevents enemies from outside from entering.
About noon, the guards outside the dungeon pushed the dining cart and distributed the last food of the day.
There wasn't a lot of food, and neither Ogre nor Black Tierreth got the same amount - it seemed like the dungeon encouraged looting.
And the prisoners do not need to work. Proper starvation will make the prisoners weak and easy to control.
But these black breads with dark green cilia floating like moss and half moldy, half bare sawdust... the guard didn't even want to put his finger into the bowl.
Annan frowned, are these things really not going to kill people?
When it was Annan's turn, the guard brought a piece of white bread with a cracked surface due to being left for a long time, and a bowl of chicken soup with oily flowers floating on it.
This is not much different from the food of civilians in the outside world, but it is considered a luxury in the dungeon where prisoners are held.
"Why is his food normal?" Howler asked, pointing to Annan's food.
The guard ignored the orcs and pushed the dining cart to the next dungeon.
Annan broke open the white bread and gave half of it to Katarina. Just as he was about to push the chicken soup over, he saw Katarina grabbing the dry bread and dipping it into the moss soup to eat.
Well, after all, Katarina is a fanatical believer who pulls out the ulna and inserts it back in during battle. Even the green skin is probably just a piece of meat in her eyes.
Annan did not distribute the remaining bread to other prisoners. Because there is just enough for oneself to eat, and also because of their repeated gestures.
"King in the North, please allow me to clean your shoes." Sensing that Catalina was not easy to mess with, the ogre said humbly.
"No need, as long as you don't scare me anymore."
The orcs and Stilkin just thought they were ordinary prisoners and didn't want to cause trouble.
At this time, Heitierres swallowed his saliva and approached Annan and said: "Your Excellency Annan, I have been eating these rotten things and vomit during the dozens of days I was locked in the dungeon... Can you please share them? Give me some? I can buy it with money!”
He didn't expect that the dungeons of Breeze City were so clean that not even a mouse could be found...
"Do you think a King in the North would be short of money?" the ogre mocked.
"How much?"
The ogre wished he could grow a second head to understand why.
"5...no, 50 gold."
Black Tierreth's asking price stems from his status as King of the North. If Annan were a civilian, he would only have 5 gold coins at most, and he might regret it.
“For 100 gold, they are all yours.” Annan graciously gave the food to Heitierres.
Kadarina finished eating the white bread and was eating moldy sawdust bread and moss soup. As she chewed, the hideous scar on her cheek squirmed like a centipede: "Aren't you hungry?"
"Martin and I ate some apple pie and drank a cup of coffee before coming in."
Black Iron Reis suddenly felt that the half piece of bread and chicken soup bought for 100 gold were not so delicious.
"Apple pie? Is that sweet?" asked the ogre.
The apples fermented at high temperature are slightly sour and become sweet after being mixed with flour and sucrose and baked.
Annan didn't eat too much because he didn't like sweets, but the ogre seemed to like it very much and kept asking Annan what other sweets there were outside.
"Honey cake, hazelnut cream cake, and mince pie..."
"Are they better than honey?"
"Of course."
The ogre's mouth was drooling, and it seemed that it was more appropriate to describe it as a honey-eater.
As evening approached, Catalina took off her shirt and spread it underneath her body. The skin outside her vest was shocking.
Stilkin and Black Tierres looked like they had seen a ghost.
The orcs looked at those horrific scars in awe.
"Do you want to pray to the King of Humans with me?" Katarina invited Annan. "No..."
Aunt Susan would beat Martin to death if Annan ended up like this.
One of the reasons why Katarina and Michael can become companions is that they are not exclusive to other fanatics. And amidst the murmuring of prayers, Annan felt a little sleepy.
There is no place suitable for sleeping in the dungeon, or in other words, every place is suitable for sleeping.
"You can rely on me." After finishing her prayer, Katalina stared at Annan with one eye.
"It doesn't matter."
Whether sleeping on a smelly wet haystack or cold hard floor tiles will at most make you uncomfortable or sick, there is no need to worry about the mage's robe with its own cleaning ability getting dirty.
Annan thought of the little spider and hoped that someone would feed it while he was away.
And I will never dream about little spider again...
Annan fell into sleep thinking so.
The cold and hard tiled walls were obviously very uncomfortable. Annan tossed and turned as he slept, suffering from some back pain. His buttocks and back that were pressed against the wall and tiled floor were also frozen to the point of losing consciousness, and the orcs and ogres both The sound of snoring is like a thunderstorm sonata.
In the end, Annan grabbed some wet hay and spread it under his body, barely surviving the first night in the dungeon.
Perhaps early in the morning or late at night, Annan woke up from a light sleep.
The prisoners in the dungeon started a new day.
Steelkin continued to provoke Black Tireis, and the orcs continued to provoke Steelkin and Black Tieles. The ogre was stared at by Katarina and approached Annan and asked him about sweets.
The cold and dampness of the dungeon has another advantage - your nose, which is reddish from the cold, cannot smell the stink.
Annan, who had nothing to do, also took the initiative to talk to them. He first asked Stirkin:
“You hate dwarves?”
“No.”
"You hate businessmen?"
"Not really."
"Then why do you keep targeting Black Tierres?"
"Because besides selling gold mines, he In addition, they also trade slaves.”
I didn’t expect that Steelkin, who had been provocative, was the “just” party.
Well, Annan should have thought earlier that dwarves are also divided into good and evil - the Dark Iron clan is undoubtedly the evil dwarves.
“Every merchant is selling slaves!”
“Including catching refugees as slaves?” Stilkin said with a smile.
Later, Annan knew the reason why the prisoners woke up at the same time.
The guard brought today's food.
The other prisoners' breakfast remained the same, but Annan's breakfast was even richer than yesterday:
Hot soft bread and a whole roasted chicken.
It seems something has changed outside.
When Annan was about to give it to Catalina, Heitierres, who had tasted the sweetness, came over again: "Your Excellency Annan..."
"You want it?"
"Yes...I am willing...I am willing to pay 500 gold coins!"
So Annan sold the roast chicken for 500 gold coins.
When Hetierrez was holding the roasted chicken and wanted to hide in a corner, Stilkin took the opportunity to knock the roasted chicken away and stepped on it, but it did not stop the black-hearted businessman from picking up the dirty food. Keep gobbling.
No matter which of the three major human desires makes people crazy.
(End of this chapter)