Chapter 192 45. Dungeon Conspiracy
"The noble spirit of Betar City is in my hands." The bard stretched out his dirty palm.
“You have nothing in your hands.”
“That’s right! Nothing!”
After the bard complained, he drove away the prisoners who came to eavesdrop. It was Annan's turn to explain why he slipped into the dungeon.
"I had a conflict with Gemma of the Diatra family, but I needed the magic ring from the auction, so I entrusted the mage Murat to bring it back, but he disappeared, so I had to investigate the truth."
"Are you coming in person?"
"I don't have many manpower... We can't let Fast or Bronzebeard come. And there are other purposes."
For example, to investigate Gemma, But now it seems that there are new branches such as rescuing aliens, rescuing orphanages... and rescuing bards.
"They really just mess up everything." The bard agreed.
“Do you know about the auction?”
“You’re asking the right person. As a witness, I will slowly tell what happened at the auction——”
“This is not a tavern. , you’re not telling a story either.”
“Sorry, I’m used to it. Let me think about where to start…”
The auction puts on a batch of rare and valuable items every month. There were countless things, but none were as scandalous as this one: a mage from the Mage Tower stole a magic ring that Danilo Drum had photographed, and then searched the city of Bethal for days before catching him.
Ignoring the conflicting parts, what is known is: Murat got the magic ring; Danilo Dram snatched the magic ring; and the Diatras sided with them.
"Do you know where Murat is?" Annan asked.
"I only know that he is not on the first floor. If he gets into trouble like you said...he is at least on the third floor or even deeper." The bard picked up rocks and threw them at the prisoner who moved over. , continued: "You can reveal your identity and scare them to death."
"And then be quietly annihilated by the Diatra family?"
"The Twelve Kings of the North are eternally alliance... count "There are days when contracts are broken, let alone verbal agreements.
"You can hit up Lady Winter!" the bard suggested. "As long as you tell Lady Winter about this at dinner, she will help you settle it."
No one really wants to talk to Lady Winter. Dinner with Ms. Winter was treated as an ordinary dinner.
“I’m not good at telling jokes.”
“But you are good at making women smile.”
“That’s a slur.”
Annan immediately retorted, but it is indeed difficult to be disliked...
"You are a warlock, and appearance is your second weapon besides spells. Make good use of it!"
"You have to Let the majestic King of the North seduce you? "
"There is nothing shameful about it. The vampire queen will abandon her vampire identity because she falls in love with a human, and she will raise the divine fire and become the god of love."
< br>Annan, who had just arrived in another world, might be moved and envious when he heard this story, but after experiencing the baptism of the Breeze City conspiracy... the so-called "Vampire Queen falls in love with humans" is more like a cover for becoming a god.
"Is Mrs. Winter a rat-man?"
But Annan felt that the appearance of a Ms. Winter at this time was suspicious: "I was toyed with in the butt by a rat-man disguised as a lady before in Breeze City. "
"Uh... Just say this to me in the dungeon, don't say it out..."
Mrs. Winter is of royal blood. She is also the cousin of the current king. Saying that Mrs. Winter is a rat-man is like pointing at King Rekaner's nose and scolding: Your whole family is a rat-man.
Crush the body or annihilate the soul, there is always a kind of torture suitable for you in the Trial Hall of the Kingdom of Ruikan.
"What's your secret to making Mrs. Winter smile?"
Annan considered using Mrs. Winter to hide his identity and solve Murat's matter.
“I told Mrs. Winter that there was a tax collector who was as greedy as a dragon. During a routine search of a merchant, he felt the goblin’s hand in his pocket.”
“Funny. Where is the place...? "The goblins who live in the city are pickpockets and thieves, and the goblins in the wild are also greedy and cunning. The irony is that the tax collectors are the same as the goblins.
It seems that the relationship between the Lady of Winter and the royal capital is not friendly, and the bard was not so innocent when he was caught in the dungeon.
But if this kind of joke can make Mrs. Winter "set off a curve"... Annan can see her throat.
Rejecting a few jokes provided by the bard, Annan thought of a question: "How did you become their leader?"
Pa!
The bard responded by snapping his fingers, and the opalescent halo of illumination appeared in the cell. The darkness was invisible, and a dozen prisoners appeared with admiration and awe.
No matter how bad the bards are, they are also half spellcasters - although after the turmoil came, the elves and breeze gods they believed in and worshiped disappeared.
"There is one last question, how should I get out?"
"Did they ask you for money when you came in?" Annan nodded, and the bard continued: "Then Lying on the edge of the fence and shouting that I want to redeem myself."
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, my ransom is high."
Following the bard's prompts, Annan went to the iron fence and shouted outside: "I want to redeem myself!"
Oddly enough, the dungeon guards who had not been attracted by the bard's noise just appeared.
“Ten jinnar.”
“Why is it twice as expensive?”
“This is the price you come in.”
"I have no money now. I have to get out before I can give it to you."
The dungeon guard had no suspicion - he opened the cell door and escorted Annan out, and asked the guards to follow him to the hotel to get the money - but Annan had no money.
In order to enjoy "an authentic adventure in another world", Annan didn't even bring any money. Ask Olmedo for help? He would be laughed at for months...
Annan had to stop when passing by an alley.
"I have a friend I want to introduce to you." As he said that, Annan activated the magic ring and easily scared away the guards. Then he hurriedly left the alley before they called their companions, and returned to the cold night. hostel.
Bang bang bang——
Knocking on the door and shaking woke up the sleeping man. He ran to pick up the stick before opening the door.
"Uh...Mr. Francois?"
The guy barely recognized him and covered his nose.
“I fell down, please prepare a bucket of hot water for me.”
Returning to the warm and quiet hotel, Annan also smelled the stench from the tavern and dungeon, so he returned to the room and took a shower before feeling as safe as a dream.
Early the next morning, the knight girl and the others discovered that Annan was back.
The knight girl circled Annan several times, showing her disgust: "The smell of alcohol and stench..."
Annan asked Joan: "You asked me to find you this morning..."
"No!" Joan vented strangely and ran back upstairs.
Annan led the carriage out in the morning and came back alone in the afternoon, holding a box of yellow mineral powder and a dress.
Hide in the room and apply mineral powder on black hair. The reflection in the basin is not the ideal blonde effect, but the original black hair cannot be seen.
Annan washed his cheeks, put on his dress, left Joan and the knight girl stunned when he went out, rented a carriage and arrived outside Ms. Winter's manor.
"I'm here to take part in the test."
Annan said, registering his name at the guard's office: Young Master Olme.
(End of this chapter)