A strange world

Chapter 1019 Chapter 250. Iron Maiden

"how do you know?"

Annan did not expect that he would be recognized directly.

"Knight de la Torre and Lord Naveen witnessed the knighthood ceremony of Annan Reeves has spread."

It seems that the Holy Grail Knights have not declined yet, they still have basic information circulation.

"But how do you prove it?"

"do you need?"

Annan signaled that their wounds were so miserable, was there any need to lie to them?

"Who knows what the traitor wants to do?" The Knight Husband never let go.

Annan thought he was right, tilted his head and said to Maria: "Call the president over."

Taking advantage of the gap, Annan took out the spell book, first smashed out the blessing and restoration magic, and then tore open the magic scroll.

The knight's retinue was both lucky and unlucky. Because assassinating the king was a serious matter, no one dared to let them die. But the price was countless tortures used on the followers until their mouths were pried open.

"I half believe it now." said the servant who had regained some strength.

"Which half?"

"Annan is a squib who doesn't know any other magic."

Crunch——

Annan squeezed the magic scroll made of leather.

"Are many people saying that?"

The term "Squib" comes from "Annan Potter", and it has the same meaning as Mudblood.

"Anyone who knows you even remotely knows that."

Forget it...it's a fact.

And what happened to the Squib? Even if other spellcasters can use universal spells and have the hands of a mage, they don't even need to do it to sit on the toilet. But I can summon legends and epics to help me fight when I am an elite. Can other spellcasters do it?

The cell door was just open, and Annan stood outside talking to them.

The knight's retinue suddenly closed his mouth and looked towards the passage where the footsteps came from.

After a while, Maria emerged from the depths of the passage with the president of the court.

"Who am I?" Annan asked him.

The president of the court glanced at the knights' retinues in the cell, and puffed out his fat belly: "You are the deputy chief of the court, Mr. Olmei!"

"I'm talking about my true identity."

The president curled up his belly and put on a flattering tone: "Do you want to tell them?"

"They're all a bunch of tough guys who won't let go, right?"

Several days have passed since the king's tour, but nothing has been found in the Purification Court.

"That's right, that's right, they are very strict...well, I mean, we didn't use too much torture..." the judge said carefully.

"Speak quickly." Annan didn't want to go into details.

The president breathed a sigh of relief and puffed up his belly: "Listen up, servants. Standing in front of you is the King of the North, Champion Warlock, and Lord of the Floating City, Annan Reeves!

"With Member of the House of Representatives and President of the Purification Tribunal, Ita Daken Bisco..."

He quickly added his name.

The knight's retinue finally believed the other half, struggled to get up, and knelt on one knee in front of Annan: "Riya Lach and the Round Table team are at your disposal."

"listen to me?"

"You are a squire recognized by the three Holy Grail Knights, and you saved us. We believe in you."

"Then what if I let you go back to Liberty City to recuperate?"

The knight's retinue looked puzzled.

"I have another purpose in the new king's capital, and you can't help me. Besides..." Annan pointed at his face, "Your appearance has been memorized, and you can't do anything."

The knights' followers were silent for a long time before they accepted the fact of their failure.

Annan and the president said, "Can I take them away?"

"Of course, you are the master here, but..." The president of the court first expressed his submission, and then showed an embarrassed look: "They assassinated the king. The royal family has been watching here. If they let them go, I'm afraid they can't explain it to the outside world. …”

"I don't care, I have to take them away."

Facing the unreasonable Annan, the president of the court could only try to persuade Annan by saying that the king was even more unreasonable.

Annan led the president to the cell in front and asked a free blade who had already been sentenced to death in his heart: "Why do you want to assassinate the king?"

"What?"

The confused man raised his head.

Annan tilted his head: "Do you know what to do?"

"knew!"

The president of the court looked like he had found a treasure, but Annan didn't believe him—the nobles had done this secretly changing prisoners countless times.

Back deep in the dungeon, Annan was preparing to take the knights' retinue to Liberty City.

When they go to Liberty City, they will attract other Holy Grail Knights and followers, and then they can find a way to keep them...

"Lord Annan, have you seen the prisoners here?" Rhea Lach suddenly pointed at the wall and said.

"What prisoner?"

"You don't know?"

The knight's retinue Rhea Rach cast doubtful eyes on the president of the court.

The president of the court hurriedly stood up and explained: "Lord Annan, he should be talking about the prisoners in the deepest part of the dungeon..."

Hearing this, Annan looked towards the unknown area on the right.

There was no light there, and there was no echo. Annan thought it was a dark wall.

As he took out the magic oil lamp, the light invaded the dark realm, illuminating a small area and revealing another cell door.

Annan opened the roster: "There are no new names on the roster."

"Because this prisoner is somewhat special..."

Annan approached the deepest cell with an oil lamp.

The darkness fled, and a girl wrapped in a metal torture device emerged.

The heavy torture device was wrapped around the girl's soft neck, and the rusty iron sheet pierced into her slender collarbone, neck and waist, like a piece of armor locking her in. The girl lowered her head, as if she was sleeping, and her profile showed a perfect arc.

"How could you lock up such a beautiful lady here?" Annan frowned.

The president explained: "It's not us, she is... a prisoner held by the Guardian Church."

"They didn't take her away?"

"I don't know if they forgot or wanted to leave the trouble to us..."

"Didn't you deal with it?"

"No, she has been quiet... If you don't look, there's nothing."

Annan didn't know what to say to them.

Those who were locked up in the deepest part of the dungeon by the church would not be good people, and if you don't look, there's nothing? But the Purification Court has to work overhead...

Annan asked Rhea Rah: "How do you know there is another prisoner?"

They said that in the middle of the night, there would be faint breathing sounds in the depths of the dungeon.

Annan looked solemnly at the iron girl who looked like a statue in the steel torture device.

Forget it, the kingdom doesn't care about him, and he doesn't plan to come to the Purification Court often anyway.

Opening the portal to send away the followers, Annan and the others left the depths of the dungeon that made him uncomfortable.

The last ray of light withdrew, and in the darkness, only the faint sound of breathing lingered...

...

Annan was nominally the head of the branch court or the acting head, but in fact he was the master of the Purification Court.

Finding an excuse to deal with the murderer of the King's Pilgrimage Assassination Case - anyway, his face could be used as an excuse for torture, and Annan began to work hard for the position promised by the king.

The new king's capital set off a new bloody storm. Wherever Olme's hand reached, the Free Blade was flooded.