Chapter 656 53. Weird Prison
“Master Warlock, can you take us away?”
Annan came out and was surrounded by nobles.
Annan said bluntly: "It is more dangerous now than a few days ago. You will die on the road."
"I also want to see my niece again..." Ms. Alyssa caught He picked up Annan's hand and held it in front of his chest, with a tone of helplessness and temptation: "Fatima and I will 'thank' you together..."
"Damn it...if I were a woman, I would take off my clothes and beg him right now." A nobleman whispered jealously.
Annan was indifferent and took his hand out of Fatima's aunt's arms, "Hold on for a few more days, and I guarantee that you will all leave here alive."
In addition to believing what Annan painted, Cake has no choice.
Annan came out of the front hall, preparing to go back to the Church of Order to pick up those weird prisoners.
"Which of you is going out with me?" The Archmage stared at Annan's back and said suddenly.
"What?"
"We were deceived by him, he is just a boy." The Archmage looked around at the others, "He must have some way to avoid weirdness. Follow him and let him take us out."
Finally, a few nobles came forward and ran out of hiding with the hope of the remaining people.
The Archmage and the Crocodile Head each have their own cleverness.
……
Not long after Annan left, there was a commotion in the palace. The archmage chased out with seven or eight nobles.
"I warned you..."
Annan whispered, ignoring the nobles who were shouting and chasing, and continued to walk outside the royal city.
They wanted to catch up with Annan, but when they were still three to four hundred meters away, the tall tower they passed suddenly opened a dark doorway, and several shadow tentacles emerged to wrap around them.
"Save me! Save me——"
Annan heard a familiar scream among them. The fat noble was rolled up by the shadow tentacles protruding from the tower, and the archmage... He was torn in half by the two competing shadow tentacles, and his screams stopped abruptly.
Remembering that the fat nobleman's badge had indeed helped him, Annan asked the Burnt Girl: "Can you save him? You don't have to force him, just forget it if you can't save him."
The Burnt Girl Melted into Annan's shadow, and then, the shadow tentacles entangled with the fat noble disappeared silently. The fat noble fell from a height of four to five meters. It was okay, he got up and staggered over to Annan.
A low tremor of dissatisfaction came from the tower that had been robbed of food.
Annan looked back indifferently: "This is the princess' territory. If you provoke me again, I will let her deal with you first."
Weird...how many legends does it have?
The restless tower retracted its wriggling tentacles at Annan's warning, closed the door, and returned to silence. Only the blood, water, and dirt scattered on the floor tiles bear witness to the previous tragedy—the survivors in the front hall must have seen it too.
"Thank you...Thank you, sir."
The panting fat noble ran to Annan, holding his stomach and panting.
"You're welcome, your badge helped me a little." Annan turned back and continued on his way, "Follow me, it depends on your luck where you go."
"We...where are we going...?" The fat noble was frightened by Annan's words.
“Let’s go to the Church of Order first.”
The fat noble suddenly felt blessed at this moment: “Sir, I know a material storage point of the church. The church people probably didn’t have time to open it when they left. !"
"...You should be able to walk out of the royal city."
He handed out another magic ring like a treasure: "This is Andrius's that I just picked up. Magic ring..."
Andrius is the name of that archmage. Annan looked at the valuable magic ring and said: "If you are lucky, you should be able to escape to the inner city."
The fat noble knew what to do, but he had nothing left to take. Take action: "Sir, I...I also have a beautiful niece. She will be fifteen years old this year..."
Annan looked at the streets outside the royal city: "...I am different from you. When you arrive, The inner city is already the limit."
"I...I still have a flower garden in the north! I can transfer it to you!"
Annan's eyes fell on the face of the fat noble: "Okay, your desire to survive made me see you standing in the outer city."
The fat noble felt a little relieved after receiving Annan's assurance...
On the next journey, he saw countless weird things waiting for opportunities in dark corners, but they were all blocked out by invisible forces. The fat noble didn't know the existence of the Burnt Girl, and only thought it was Annan's power.
That idiot Andrius... What kind of boy is he? The power of the saint's arrival is estimated to be just like this...
The familiar Church of Order appeared in front. The fat noble looked at the lost church and let out the same sigh as Annan not long ago.
They walked into the church. Annan saw Candlehead standing outside and looked out. Just when he wanted to call it, it made a strange cry and ran back to the dungeon.
Is it scared away by humans?
Annan walked into the dungeon doubtfully, and the fat noble who followed him saw a stunning view: the strange thing that made him tremble was trembling in front of Annan.
The reason why the candle head is afraid of the candle that is about to go out: It turns out that the crocodile head took away most of the weird things, and only a few of them are left here.
“It doesn’t matter, this is a good thing.”
Annan didn't take it seriously: "It's better for them to leave now than to make a big fuss in Liberty City."
Although Annan wanted to pretend everything to Liberty City, he did have some prejudices. The popularity of an elf and a ratman in Liberty City is different - there is nothing scarce about an elf, and Annan, the ratman, is willing to take it with him every day.
"They will regret it!"
"Maybe they have been eaten."
The weirdos became relaxed and noisy. The slender dancing shadow approached the shivering fat noble and circled around him.
The sketcher Shasha wrote on the drawing board: "The slender dancing shadow asked if this is the food brought to us?"
"You have to get rid of this bad habit." Annan told them seriously, "No matter whether it is human Or any other alien race, except for brainless ones like rat people and kobolds, don't include them in the diet."
"But if we don't kill people, we will become weak..." Candlehead said.
"There will always be a way." Annan said, "There is a vampire and an ogre in my territory. The former sucks the blood of livestock and stays healthy, and the latter even falls in love with sweets. "
The fat noble didn't see what was written on the drawing board, but he heard Annan's words: "I...I don't taste good, it's all fat..."
Annan ignored him and continued: "We are leaving the city now."
Before departure, Slug asked: "Should we have a name?"
Candlehead said: "We are not Do you have one? You are the Crocodile Head, it is the Sketchpad Man, it is the Slender Dancing Shadow, and I am the Candle Head!”
“It’s not the name of an organization!” Slug twisted his body towards Annan.
“I don’t know either.”
Annan was not good at naming. The name "Free City" was stolen from the envoys of the Principality of Keating. But the most knowledgeable drawing board present was even less good at it.
"How about being healthy and happy every day?" it drew, but no one agreed. "What about a family that loves each other?"
"Let's call it Weird Prison first..."
(End of this chapter)