Chapter 191 44. Reunion
Inn, Astolfo and the lonely man did not see Annan coming back.
"That boy might have indulged in the wonderful night in the city." Uncle Mulma said teasingly.
"...He is not that kind of person." The knight girl spat at him.
As late night approached and it was confirmed that Annan would not be back tonight, the knight girl and the lonely man returned to their respective rooms and had their own dreams.
There were no more guests coming to the hotel. The clerk propped his broom behind the door and lay on the counter to take a nap. The silence continued, and a wisp of pink quietly slipped into the hotel from under the door, lingered in front of the counter, bypassed the clerk, floated to the second floor, and entered the first room. A girl who had taken off her leather armor and put her dagger on her pillow was still sleeping soundly, a wisp of pink quietly sneaking into her dreamland.
That was a handsome boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with jet black hair hanging freely, sitting on the throne with his legs crossed. He looked down at the girl kneeling at the foot of the steps wearing a blood-stained white dress.
"Francois...I am very disappointed. As my subordinate, you actually spied on me!"
The weak girl raised her head and begged: "The King of the North, Olmedo said You need protection.”
Crack——
The black-haired boy swung the whip and drew a mark on the girl's cheek, and a painful moan escaped from his lips.
“Are you my subordinate, or Olmedo’s subordinate?”
“Humans nowadays are quite good at playing...”
Pink aura floated out With a frivolous tease, he left the dreamland where it was unclear whether it was a sweet dream or a nightmare, and entered the second room, where the dream of a sleeping man lay on his side.
The black-haired boy who was sitting on the throne in the previous dream became a prisoner here. His limbs were tied with four ropes and he was lying on the dining table. A girl with the same black hair and delicate appearance surrounded the dining table and used a knife. He poked a piece of barbecue and handed it to the boy's mouth:
"Want to eat?" The girl raised her wrist slightly so that the boy who stretched his neck could not reach the barbecue: "Begging me like a dog."
"This child is like a little lust demon..."< br>
The pink breath left the dreamland with emotion, drifted through the empty rooms, and came to the fourth room.
The torn and crumpled papers left the room with nowhere to stay. The girl was lying on the bed casually. The notes on the table next to her read "Joan", "Your Highness", and "Francois" Such ugly handwriting.
Pink drifted into her dream, and she saw a girl wearing a cake-like skirt sitting on a seat covered with patches, and the golden crown on her forehead was shining.
A knight knelt down on one knee in front of the throne, raised his head, and a familiar face appeared:
"My princess, the queen has been crowned, please return to the capital to take over your country!"
"What a popular boy, he is also a succubus?"
The wafting breath came to the last room, and entered the last dreamland——
Sweet food came from the grass The river is flowing with honey and juice. A simple and honest boy is wandering in the pink clouds. He catches the beef cubes falling like raindrops with his left hand and tears off the clouds with his right hand to devour.
The pink aura came out of the dream, failed to find its target, exuded regret, and left quietly.
......
"Insult the Twelve Kings of the North, and either pay a ransom or go to the dungeon."
Annan was taken outside the dungeon for the final step.
“I have no money.”
"You lucky boy...bring out Toby from the sixth room on the first floor and put him in." The official waved his hand kindly and asked the dungeon guards to escort Annan, who was about to freeze, into the dungeon of his dreams.
The dungeon is dark and damp, but at least it won't freeze to death. Annan soon understood why the officials said he was unlucky: the dungeon was overcrowded, and Toby, who was dragged by the guards, struggled like a dead dog and screamed: "I don't want to get out!"
Annan asked the old man who was sitting by the iron fence, exuding the aura of the owner of this place and full of desire to talk: "Why is he unwilling to go out?"
"You didn't come here for refuge?"
The old man observed Annan in surprise, but no one in the dark dungeon could see his face clearly: "Because it is warm and there is food here, who knows whether you can survive the long night outside. Why did you come in? Robbery? Stealing? Murder?"
No wonder the guards turned a blind eye to Annan's illegal actions, and then felt sad - the people of Betar City actually had to rely on crime and be imprisoned in the dungeon to survive this cold winter,
"Speak ill of the Diatra family. "
"Oh this is a new way! For the sake of what you told me, boy, I will give you half of my bed."
The howling Toby was dragged out, But the jeers from the other cells haven't died down yet.
The dungeons on the first level seem to form a camp with cells as units. Unable to tolerate the ridicule, the leader of the sixth cell rushed to the fence and shouted outside: "I want you to see the character of the bard...let me out! Bastard! You nobles are always because you can't open the bard." You imprisoned me for a joke, but luckily your skills are as bad as your sense of humor!"
Then a faint taunt came from the corridor: "If you had spoken to the guard instead of shouting at the wall! That's it."
"Bron, remember it in the vast void between your fucking ears, I dare to say that even if the guards come over!"
"Don't talk about my mother! ! ”
“I not only said that I also laughed at him for giving birth to a stupid son!”
The leader of the sixth cell crushed the other person in terms of eloquence, and Annan suddenly felt that he was a little familiar...
Avoiding the old man's pull, Annan came to the iron fence.
"Don't get too close to me, kid, I'm sick of stupidity." He glanced sideways at Annan and said irritably.
"You were not so aggressive in the tavern."
"...Who are you?" The bard approached Annan, measured his height and screamed: "Annan …”
He was not stupid enough to say Annan's name and identity, and stopped paying attention to the provocations floating around him, and returned to the luxurious bed belonging to the "boss" - covered with wet grass, in a corner away from the dung bucket.
Annan was delighted to be reunited with the bard who had been missing for months - albeit in a dungeon.
"Why are you here?" the bard asked.
"I was about to ask you, has your business expanded to dungeons?" And it seems that you are doing well.
"Would it make you happy to satirize a person who has been locked in a dungeon for more than a month?" The bard sat helplessly in the wet grass, "Are you here to save me?"
"No, give way." Annan squeezed into the wet grass, and he still missed the cold touch - for the time being.
“So why are you here?”
The bard said that there are two things in the North that are the most beautiful and exquisite. One of them is Lady Winter, who is known as the flower of the snowfield in the Kingdom of Ruikan.
The Lady of Winter was a guest in Bethal City, and announced that whoever made her smile could have dinner with her.
The bard prepared a joke carefully, but just because his joke made the corners of Lady Winter's mouth curl up, these thieves and dirty pigs who couldn't afford it imprisoned him in the name of offending the nobles. dungeon.
(End of this chapter)