Chapter 196 49. Saving the Mage Murat
What did Mrs. Winter notice? Annan doesn't know.
Because his disguise is actually quite lame - there is no disguise or cover on his face, and the mineral powder used to cover up his black hair will sometimes appear orange-red, sometimes almost crimson, depending on the amount of mineral powder used. The color of the black eyes can be seen even if the eyes are slightly closer, so the eyes will be squinted deliberately.
As for why the secret was not revealed... because no one has seen the King of the North, and they never expected that the King of the North would disguise his identity and run to Betar City.
After coming out of the banquet, Annan also found that the barrier between the bard and Astolfo had disappeared.
Returning to the mansion first, Annan and the bard drove to the dungeon late at night.
"Deputy Warden!"
The guards held their chests high in compliance with their duties. What changed their attitudes was that Mrs. Winter sent a group of prisoners and said that Annan must Will like it.
Would Mrs. Winter kidnap the noble lady and send her to the dungeon...
Fortunately, Ms. Winter was not that ridiculous, but the result was almost bad: the one who was captured was A group of mercenaries - the mercenaries who once let Annan lead the way in exchange for a gold nard.
Lady Winter investigated him.
"My lady's servant said that they have been wandering around the place where you lived these days."
The dungeon guard said flatteringly, in the prison, even the white wolf's head was chopped off. The mercenary looked at Annan with a complicated look. He didn't expect that the civilians who were handled casually a few days ago were now being handled casually.
“The reason.”
Annan still has to go to the depths of the dungeon and has no time to waste on them.
The still mean female mage spoke: "There are traces of vampires and succubi in that village. You are the only ones who escaped. The vampires and succubi may come to you."
"There is also such a good thing. ?”
“Ahem...those are all stories. Real succubi and vampires are very dangerous. They will rob you of your energy and blood...” the bard reminded Annan in a low voice.
Annan looked at the mercenary with a strange expression again: "So you are using me as bait?"
"We didn't know you were the deputy warden..." The soldier who lost the white wolf head Be kind and follow the flow.
Annan was not angry. To a certain extent, these mercenaries were protecting themselves - although they did not care about their own life or death.
"I still have use for these prisoners."
Annan will not release them, but he will not imprison them in the dungeon. Let the bard go back to remind Joan and the others first, Annan continues to go deeper. Go.
The firelight and footsteps gradually faded away, and the ugly warrior couldn't help but curse: "That guy must have licked the warden's ass..."
The distant firelight returned again, Annan Returning to the prison, he pointed at the ugly warrior who made the noise: "Except for that ugly guy."
Walk up the steps to the dungeon where serious criminals are held. Blood-stained and rusty torture instruments were placed under the cold walls, echoing with screams and wails.
"I want to check the conditions of the prisoners in the third level dungeon."
Annan said to the guard guarding the deep entrance, passed the iron door, stepped on the steps extending downward, and came to The third floor.
The turbid air is filled with depression, dullness, and blood.
Without a guide, Annan raised the oil lamp and approached the first cell - a wounded rat guard suddenly rushed out and was pulled back by the chains, making an incomprehensible scream.
Annan waved to it and came to the second cell.
The illusory silhouette exuding a glimmer of light sat deep in the cell, its shoulders swaying slightly.
Annan kept quiet and came to the third cell. The cell seemed to be built into a wall, forming a dark curtain that the oil lamp could not penetrate. When he was about to pass Annan, he realized that this was part of a huge body. He picked up the oil lamp, raised his head, and saw dense scarlet eyes looking down at him.
Annan quickened his pace slightly and finally saw Murat in the eighth cell.
The decadent mage, who looked as embarrassed as when he first met Michael, raised his head due to the noise. Before he could speak, Annan said: "I am Olme, the new deputy warden of this dungeon."< br>
Murat was confused as to "What is the King of the North playing at again?" but he knew that Annan was here to save him. "What's going on?"
"The magic ring is a conspiracy... Many forces are snatching it. The Diatra family, vampires, and the royal family..."
< br>Murat briefly described the attack he suffered after taking the photo of the magic ring. At first they were concerned about the identity of the Master of the Mage Tower, but as time went by, they became more and more merciless.
“You mean these forces can’t even get 4,000 gold coins?”
"This is the unlucky part... They started fighting after I got the magic ring."
What's even more unlucky is that Murat thought Annan was here for this, so even if he was threatened, he did not surrender. out of it.
"Where is the magic ring?"
"I am hiding in the void, no one can find it but me." The mage's confidence suppressed his embarrassment at this moment.
"...If you hold on for a few more days, I will find a way to rescue you."
Annan stayed in the depths of the dungeon for a long time to avoid discovering anything strange. It was time for him to leave.
“Do you want to rescue him?”
A familiar hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the beautiful and tall Mrs. Winter suddenly stepped out of the shadows.
"Are you also one of the people who want the magic ring?" Annan knew that Mrs. Winter knew everything.
"Yes...I came just for it." Mrs. Winter stopped at the edge of the oil lamp, staring at Annan with her deep eyes: "Can you give it to me?"
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Annan tilted his head and asked Murat: "Can I still cast spells?"
"They dare not let a magical mage stay in the dungeon."
Mrs. Winter threw a bottle Potion. Murat caught the potion and looked at Annan.
"Drink it." Annan said.
Murat raised his head and swallowed the potion, then released the spell after the magic power was restored, and took out a ring from the void rift.
"Do you believe me when I say I don't know what the magic ring is for?" Annan took the magic ring from Murat and sighed that this was an unfounded disaster. "I just want a magic ring."
"It depends on whether you will give it to me."
"Will you take it if I say no?"
"No. The King in the North is The cornerstone of the North... I will seek cooperation with you." This Lady of Winter did not have the same arrogance and condescension as at the banquet, only sincerity.
"I can give you the magic ring." Annan said.
Mrs. Winter's smile made the whole dungeon light up: "What do I need to do for you?"
"As the official mage of the Mage Tower, Murat was framed and falsely accused in Bethal City. The imprisonment in the dungeon and this valuable magic ring cost me 5,000 gold coins."
"The person who attacked him will pay the price, and your 5,000 gold coins can be taken away tonight."
Annan nodded lightly, and then threw the ring to her so smoothly that even Mrs. Winter didn't react.
“You’re not curious——”
Annan suddenly covered his ears and interrupted Mrs. Winter: "I know your rules. If you know the secret, you must join or die!"
"Because this ring is related to the secret. You are a very good companion, really. Don’t want to join?”
“No!”
(End of this chapter)