Chapter 194 47. Deputy Warden
Annan was not stupid enough to take off his clothes outside. He stepped up the steps and entered the auditorium greeted by warmth and brightness -
The floor was luxuriously covered with velvet carpets, magic crystal lamps and candlesticks shone brightly, and a horizontal oval table was filled with guests. There were mostly women, whose beauty and mingled perfume made it difficult to concentrate.
Sitting in the middle is Annan’s target, Ms. Winter.
She leaned lazily on the luxurious seat. Even so, she was still much taller than the women around her, and her attire was completely different from the aristocratic clothing Annan had seen - the dresses in the north were similar to those in the Kingdom of Ruikan, and the Kingdom of Ruikan copied the popular clothing of the southern countries. Mrs. Winter's outfit was frost-colored and mainly made of fluff, which made her already tall figure look even taller. Annan would probably reach her chest when he stood in front of her.
The wavy rose-red hair is spread freely, and his temperament is like a prince of the North, but not like a tyrant. And her beauty is amazing——
Hmm...what is the name of the wine lady?
At this time, Annan took off his cotton coat and felt hat, and handed them to the servant standing not far away.
The calm posture made the servant subconsciously come over to hold it up, and then he choked on the smell of the clothes and narrowed his eyes.
The ladies and girls in front of the round table sat up slightly, their cheeks flushed with coldness made them want to take a bite, and their messy orange-red hair reminded them of the Erwin family. However, the men and women of the Erwin family were so strong that they could arm-wrestle with orcs, which was not in line with the taste of noble ladies - such young boys who were manipulated at will were more popular.
This boring party finally became enjoyable for them.
"Would you choose a joke or a riddle?" the captain of the guard asked impartially.
"Guess the riddle."
The captain of the guard and the ladies looked at Mrs. Winter. She randomly picked up a frost-colored fruit similar to the color of her dress and asked him: "This is What?”
“It shouldn’t be Apple.”
Mrs. Winter pursed her lips lightly: "Then what is it?"
Eating all you can eat fresh fruit in Winter is also a good choice... Annan answered calmly: "Pelo fruit."
< br>But I have to think about the name again...
"What do you want?"
"Send me to the dungeon——"
Annan and Mrs. Winter spoke at the same time, and then he reacted. It seemed like it was not a punishment for eating a hundred fruits?
"It seems that our lucky man has what he wants." On the edge of the round table, a short and fat noble clapped his hands gently, calling to the thin and tall man in the corner, "Can we fulfill his wish? ?”
“We can get rid of a deputy warden,” the steward said.
The short and fat noble waved away the butler and asked Annan with interest: "So, lucky boy, do you want to become a deputy warden?"
......
Annan stood in front of the dressing mirror and was being served by a servant, changing into a slightly loose black deputy warden uniform and putting on long black leather boots.
The brown eyes in the mirror were dizzy, and they had not yet realized everything that happened from last night to this morning: he became the deputy warden inexplicably, was sent by carriage to the arranged official residence to rest for the night, and then Under the service of the servant, he got up and changed his clothes, and set out to work in the dungeon -
Everything went smoothly, as if the fallen god of justice and bravery was protecting him.
Annan subconsciously imitated the nun's prayer gesture.
Anyway, become the deputy warden and rescuing the bard and Murat will no longer be a problem. Annan should have been happy, but there was just one thing that he couldn't accept——
"Sir Olme has just come..."
The flattering subordinate read out this strange name calmly: "Sir Olme has just come, would you like to enjoy the food first or take a rest first?"
"...Isn't there any work that I need to do? For example, patrolling the dungeon and dealing with prisoners."
"The inquisitor can handle such trivial matters. The warden has high hopes for you... "
"I haven't seen the warden yet..." "There will be a chance, Mr. Olme just happened to be."
Under Annan's strong request, this official who was good at flattering led Annan to the dungeon. Annan still remembered these guards, but they did not recognize the deputy warden in front of them as the disgraced prisoner from the previous day.
Stepping into the dark, damp, but gradually warming dungeon, the sound of leather boots stepping on the bluestone echoed loudly.
The prisoners in the cell looked outside, and a thin man cursed in a low voice: "You are the one who got the upper hand by your butt."
Annan asked for an increase in his sentence. This was a mistake. ...Vicious, hateful insults followed, and the guards banged on the iron bars to silence them.
Suppressing the desire for revenge, Annan came to the sixth cell. The bard who had moved to the iron fence because of the previous movement saw Annan and screamed: "Why are you back again!"
"Why are you talking to Deputy Warden Olme just now!"
"Olme what?"
"Olme just right!"
"Shut up." Annan tilted his head and scolded, "He is my former neighbor, can you let him out?"
"Of course, you are the deputy warden here."
Asking the guard to open the cell door and release the bard, Annan looked at the old man who gave him half a bed: "There is also him."
Unexpectedly, the old man said angrily: "How can you repay kindness with hatred!"
"...I hope you will be my servant." Annan, who realized the reason, added, and then the old man wanted to kneel down and lick Annan's boots.
Having not explored the depths of the dungeon yet, Annan walked out and stopped when passing the first cell: "All the prisoners who have scolded me will be released."
While wailing sadly, Annan left the dungeon, went to the hotel, and asked Uncle Mulma to call Joan and the others down.
Facing Annan who had put on a neat black uniform, Joan huddled back cautiously and was no longer lively. The knight girl didn't change.
"Can I be a guard?" she asked.
Annan consulted the sycophant, and he straightened his waist: "The will of the deputy warden is the will of the dungeon!"
Astolfo and the lonely man became guards, and it was their turn The aphasic boy, "I want to be a prisoner!" he said.
"You have a better choice." Annan said funny, and finally looked at the worried Joan: "Can I invite you to my official residence as a guest? Your Royal Highness the Princess."
Uncle Mulma Smiling with relief, I am glad that Annan can take care of Joan's sensitive heart.
Farewell to Uncle Mulma, Annan led everyone back to the mansion and asked the bard to follow him to the study.
"Why is Bethal City so chaotic?"
The upper levels are extremely extravagant, the lower levels are freezing to death and starving to death, and have to live in dungeons, while the middle levels only need to casually appoint and remove people.
"This is the nobility...Annan. Both Olmedo and you...are examples of the nobility."
"Their wealth gives them status, and their status gives them more wealth ...This is the noble. They are filthier than rat people and more evil than demons..."
"They are not worried about letting humans go to destruction?"
"We are not rat people, but we are not elves either. . People will never die, even if they die..." the bard said meaningfully: "That will happen after 'I' die."
(End of this chapter)