Chapter 110 109. Comfortable dungeon life
The environment of the dungeon is much better than expected.
During dinner, the deputy warden, whose attitude changed, heard that Annan was not sleeping well, so he brought some dry and tasteless haystacks, and after being tortured by the dampness and coldness, he lay on them, like taking a bath. So cozy and cozy in the afternoon sun.
Each meal is no longer just bread and meat, but also a vegetable salad, a bowl of mushroom soup and a small glass of wine.
There is also an unimaginable speed of making money. Annan had to sell fifteen spinning machines for 500 gold coins, and Aunt Susan's family would make a profit of 400 years, but it was only worth a roast chicken here.
At dinner, after Annan asked Hetierrez if he wanted more, the black-hearted businessman suppressed the urge to spend money and hid on the edge, but he could no longer swallow the original "food".
In the dark and damp dungeon, Annan sat on his haystack throne and first gave half of the food to Katarina.
The glass of wine suffered a cold reception because neither Annan nor Catalina drank.
Picking up the wine glass, Annan looked at the outline of the corner of the dungeon, and a gentle voice of inquiry echoed in the dungeon: "Black Tierres, do you want it?"
"I... can't. ”
A timid reply floated out of the darkness.
That roast chicken sobered him up a lot - whether it was his hunger or his wallet.
"Really? This glass of red wine from Grogda only costs..." Annan did not exploit Hetierrez too much, but just gave him the same price as the whole loaf of bread: "100 gold coins."
"Didn't you lie to me?"
After asking, Heitierres realized how stupid this was and said hurriedly: "I want it!"
He only bought a glass of red wine for a price that could buy a wine cellar, and Heitierres also wanted to be grateful to the King of the North for the reward.
"Stilkin, don't bully him while eating." Annan hopes that the transaction can be stable and sustainable.
Steelkin, who came closer, shrugged and returned to his food.
Heitierres held the wine glass, first suppressed his desire and took a sip, intoxicated by the slightly astringent sweetness.
"Where is Grogda?" Katarina asked Annan.
"I made it up." Annan lowered his voice and said.
But the orcs rushed towards Annan excitedly at this time, and stopped after being stared at by Katarina fiercely, with a ferocious face full of expectation: "Have you been to Grogda!?"< br>
"Well...when I was young." Annan blinked.
"Is the orc tribe there still there?"
"...It seems to be still there."
A lie requires more lies to cover up.
The howler showed obvious relief and whispered something in the orc language, Annan could not hear clearly.
After Catalina prayed as usual, Annan huddled in the haystack and ended up in the dungeon. The next day was a little boring, but it was no longer difficult.
Having no rest the day before, Annan woke up bleary-eyed early in the morning or in the morning.
The muffled whispers in the dungeon became clear as Annan woke up. Not long after, the meal delivery figure appeared outside the dungeon. He was no longer the deputy warden, but the captain of the guard under Olmedo.
And the food was more plentiful than yesterday, filling a whole dining car.
Annan and Catalina alone can't finish the meal.
"So I should be able to go out soon?" Annan asked him.
"The city lord is collecting evidence for you. It won't be too long before you leave." The respect of the guard captain also said something. "Do you need anything else?"
Annan thought for a while, spending the past two days chatting with the ogre to kill time: "I need some books, and there are more food in the food delivered every time. Bring a dessert.”
Pushing the dining cart back to the Haystack Throne, Annan took out the food one after another. The aroma made Heitierres hide away. There's actually an apple pie among the food.
Annan waved to the ogre who had just thrown the wooden bowl and mushroom soup into his mouth, and handed the apple pie to it: "This is the apple pie."
“I have no money,” said the ogre.
“I’ll treat you to food.”
The rude-looking cannibal carefully held up the tiny apple pie to it. He meticulously scratched the surface of the apple pie with his yellowed teeth, stretched out his generous tongue and rolled it into his mouth, tasting it carefully...
Annan is using desserts to consolidate his relationship with the ogre.
Only the two-headed ogre of the ogre race has the talent to cast spells. Although the ogre in front of him was ordinary, his race and size allowed him to deal with two to three Fasts.
But strength does not mean absolute strength.
For example, Michael's team only needs a Grease spell and constant weakening and bleeding to easily defeat the ogres, but two or three Fast can easily defeat their team.
A psyker disguised as a civilian can easily kill any spellcaster under the legend upon getting close to the caster.
And the ogre is very smart, so smart that it doesn’t want to provoke Katarina, who is seemingly weaker than it.
"Your Majesty, King of the North, can I get a piece of food?" Heitierres came over and asked.
"Mushroom soup is 150 gold coins, roast chicken is 500 gold coins, and red wine is 100 gold coins." Annan gently asked his dear customer: "What do you need?"
Black Tierres begged Annan. , he has no money anymore...
"He is lying. One transport of gold ore is worth hundreds of gold coins, as well as the refugees he captured." Steelkin said.
“I’m going to kill you——”
Black Tierres pounced on Steelkin, who was surprised. A few minutes later, Black Tierres, who was about to be beaten to death, howled in pain. Begging for mercy: "Please don't kill me... I'm willing to give you money."
"Who cares about your dirty money - I'm sorry, I didn't mean what you meant." Stillkin was accidentally injured Annan apologized.
In the end, Heitierres spent 100 gold coins to buy a piece of white bread.
At least Hetierrez is not a miser who regards wealth as his life. Rather than amassing wealth like a dragon, he is more willing to use money in exchange for a comfortable life.
Annan also needs gold coins to accumulate for future expenses.
This is a fair deal where everyone gets what he needs.
The following afternoon tea and dinner, the ogre got another piece of hazelnut cake and cherry pie.
And the money that can be extracted from Heitierres is getting less and less.
Whenever Annan wants to stop, Steelkin will detail the crimes of Black Tierres: catching refugees to sell as slaves, hunting and killing escaped refugees for fun——
...Although in order The world's moral standards are biased in measuring them, and death is rare and common in this world, but taking away the lives of others just for pleasure is an act that any good and neutral camp would despise -
Hei Tielei Si's price was that Annan lost about 2,700 gold coins forever during the three days he was in the dungeon.
......
On a new day, Annan woke up from the soft bed and opened the curtains.
Pick up a bristle toothbrush from the incense on your bedside table to clean your teeth, take a sip of warm coffee and read a book in front of the bright magic lamp.
Soon after, the captain of the guard appeared pushing the dining cart, and brought a message:
"The Lord of the City is ready, and you will be put on trial in the council chamber tomorrow."
(End of this chapter)