A strange world

Chapter 192 Chapter 45. Dungeon Conspiracy

"The noble spirit of Betar City is in my hands." The bard stretched out his dirty palm.

"You have nothing on your hands."

"That's right! Nothing!"

After the bard finished complaining and drove away the prisoners who came close 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 come and investigate the truth."

"Are you coming in person?"

"I don't have many manpower... I can't let Fast or Bronzebeard come. And there are other purposes."

For example, investigating Gemma, but now it seems that there are new branches such as rescuing aliens, rescuing orphanages... and rescuing bards.

"They really do just mess everything up," 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 that auction——"

"This isn't a tavern, and you're not telling a story."

"Sorry, I'm used to it. Let me think about where to start..."

The auction puts up a batch of items every month, and there are countless rare and valuable things, but none of them has caused a scandal like this: a mage from the Mage Tower stole the magic ring photographed by Danilo Drum, and then sold it in Bethal City. The search took several days before he was caught.

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, and continued: "You You can reveal your identity and scare them to death.”

"Then they were quietly annihilated by the Diatra family?"

"The Twelve Kings of the North are eternally alliance...forget it." There will be a day when the contract will be violated, let alone the verbal agreement.

"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 thinks of dinner with Lady Winter as a normal dinner.

"I'm not good at telling jokes."

"But you're good at making women smile."

"This is slander."

Annan immediately retorted, but it was indeed difficult for him to be disliked...

"You are a warlock, and your appearance is your second weapon besides spells. Make good use of it!"

"You want the majestic King of the North to seduce you?"

"There's nothing shameful about it. The vampire queen will give up her vampire identity just because she falls in love with a human, and after spreading the word, she will raise the divine fire and become the god of love."

Annan, who had just arrived in another world, might be moved and envious when he heard this story, but after experiencing the baptism of Breeze City's 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 winter lady at this time was suspicious: "This is how I was played by the rat men disguised as ladies in Breeze City before."

"Uh... Just say this to me in the dungeon. Don't say it out loud..."

Mrs. Winter is of royal blood and a cousin of the current king. Saying that Mrs. Winter is a rat is like pointing at King Rekaner's nose and scolding: Your whole family is rat.

Crushing the body or annihilating 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 hiding his identity through Mrs. Winter and solving Murat's matter.

"I told Mrs. Winter that there was a tax collector who was as greedy as the dragon. When he was conducting a routine search on a merchant, he felt the goblin's hand in his pocket."

"Where's the funny part...?"

Goblins living in the city are pickpockets and thieves, while goblins in the wild are also greedy and cunning, ironically speaking, tax collectors are the same as 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.

After declining a few jokes offered by the bard, Annan thought of a question: "How did you become their leader?"

Snapped!

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.

"One last question, how do I get out?"

"Did they ask you for money when you came in?" Annan nodded, and the bard continued: "Then lie on the edge of the fence and shout that I want to redeem myself."

"And 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!"

Strangely enough, the dungeon guard appeared who was not attracted by the bard's noise just now.

"Ten guineas."

"Why is it twice as expensive?"

“That’s the price when you come in.”

"I don't have any money now. I can't give it to you until I get out."

The dungeon guards had no suspicion - they opened the cell door and escorted Annan out, asking 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? That would be laughed at for months…

Annan had no choice but to stop when passing by an alley.

"I have a friend I want to introduce to you." As he spoke, Annan activated the magic ring and easily scared away the guards. Then he hurriedly left the alley before they called for his companions and returned to the hotel in the cold night.

Bang bang bang——

Knocking on the door and shaking woke up the sleeping man, who ran to pick up the stick before opening the door.

"Uh... Mr. Francois?"

The guy barely recognized him and held his nose.

"I fell down, please help me prepare a bucket of hot water."

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 peaceful as a dream.

Early the next morning, the knight girl and the others discovered that Annan was back.

The knight girl walked around 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, running 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.

He hid in the room and applied mineral powder on his black hair. The reflection in the basin was not the ideal blonde effect, but the original black hair could not 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 the test."

Annan said, registering his name at the guard's office: Young Master Olme.