A strange world

Chapter 198 Chapter 51. Annan fights against Lady Winter

After a few leisurely days, Annan finally had his turn to perform the duties of deputy warden.

The aliens who riot and resist will be imprisoned in the second level of the dungeon. But now the first two floors of the dungeon are overcrowded...According to the past handling methods, they will release all the prisoners on the first floor, and then move the prisoners on the second floor to the first floor.

Annan believed that the laws of Betar City were regarded as meaningless. After meeting the warden and consulting his opinion, Annan was given the "right to do whatever he wanted" and asked the dungeon guards to interrogate the prisoners on the second floor all night long, and punish the prisoners who had committed many evil deeds. Kill him as soon as possible.

Criminals with serious crimes lined up in front of the gallows, and the lively scene made residents wrap themselves up in quilts to watch. Slightly more serious prisoners were sent to mines and workshops. In the end, Annan paid a salary out of his own pocket to win over the dungeon guards.

The second floor of the dungeon was successfully vacated. The residents of Betar City praised the new warden for abiding by his duties. The warden directly called Annan as his successor. The bard implicitly praised Annan for improving the security of Bethal City by more than ten percent, while Daniel directly said that with Annan's arrival, there would be no crime.

Relying on the protection of Lady Winter, Annan can do whatever he wants as long as it does not touch the core interests of Betar City - this is much more freedom than in Breeze City.

In the evening of the day when the dungeon was vacated, a group of mercenaries escorted dozens of foreigners. Lame centaurs, elves with tattooed faces, lizards and orcs with broken teeth, dwarves with shaved beards, and ratmen among them. This is by no means good news... other races have actually united with the ratmen.

And these wounds were fairly new, having been lynched before they were delivered.

Annan asked the bards and others to take charge of the second floor and ran to the city lord's palace to investigate the truth of the riot: the situation was not complicated. Previously, aliens who were either mercenaries or adventurers were reduced to slaves. Their unyielding souls resisted, but they escaped from captivity. Behind the prison is a larger prison.

Returning to the dungeon, Annan asked the bard to find the leader of this resistance team composed of mixed races, and asked Astolfo and Gray Wolf to treat the wounds. But it didn't go well, they refused to dress the wound.

Annan had no choice but to go to the second floor, stand in front of one of the cells, and pick up the bandage that had been knocked over in front of the iron bars. As soon as he stood up, a spittle hit Annan's cheek, like a loud slap.

Astolfo and Gray Wolf drew their swords at the same time.

"Back off."

Annan shouted to the two on guard, wiped their saliva with a bandage, and looked gently at the female centaur filled with hatred: "You have to heal your injuries before you have a chance to escape from here."

The soothing had helped, and they no longer resisted the bandages and herbs used to treat them. Not long after, the bard brought good news: he had found the leader hiding among the aliens.

If the howler was an orc in his prime, the orc in front of him was an old man. Broken canine teeth, cloudy pupils, brown skin with wrinkles and spots. ,

Annan was surprised: "I never expected that an orc would become the common leader of elves and dwarves."

"What are you talking about?" This orc looked weaker than an old man.

"No need to pretend anymore...they all respect you."

The orc's cloudy pupils returned to sharpness, and his back was no longer rickety: "Smart humans, you know everything, and you should know... Orcs will never be slaves! Wow!"

"Wow!"

The second floor of the dungeon echoed with howls one after another.

"On the contrary, I'm not here to hurt you..." Annan tried to be gentle, but it didn't work.

"Arologan..." The old orc said a name: "An elf, who believed your words, was sold to the nobles and tortured..."

"I'm sorry...but you must trust me." Annan stepped away from Astolfo and Gray Wolf and formally announced: "I am Annan, Annan Reeves, one of the twelve kings of the North."

"Do you know who I am? Human..." The old orc said disdainfully, "Chief of the Black Horn Tribe, chosen by the Beast God..."

"real?"

"You're a fart..."

It's an orcish curse word that howlers always roar when they lose. But Annan was not angry. The estrangement and hatred could not be alleviated by a few words. Trust is both heavy and fragile—for them, it's a matter of life and death.

Annan asked the bard to bring a basin of water, lowered his head to soak it, and raised his head with restored black hair after the mineral powder melted away.

"Can you prove my identity this time?"

Annan lifted the oil lamp and let the old orc see his black hair and eyes.

The old orc was silent for a moment: "Why are you helping us?"

"Do you know about the secret society?" Annan noticed a jackal raised his head and continued: "I agree with the concept of this society. My friends include past members of this society, as well as orcs, goblins, and ogres. Even ratmen, you shouldn’t be reduced to this..."

"What are we going to do?" The old orc seemed to relax.

"Do nothing, just wait. I'll find a chance to get you out."

Standing in the prison cell, his turbid pupils stared at Annan: "Our companions are still in the hands of the mercenaries. Rescue them. I believe you."

"I will bring them back. But before that, don't make trouble..." This was a good start. Annan relaxed a little: "My people will bandage your wounds so that they don't resist."

"Do you still remember the identities of those mercenaries?"

"Dechaso... mercenary group."

…

The headquarters of the Dechasuo Mercenary Group.

The long leather boots on the wooden board made a rhythmic sound.

The shouts in the living room fell silent, and the mercenaries simultaneously looked at the uninvited guests who broke into the tavern and subdued the darkness.

"Mr. Deputy Warden, what's the reason for your late-night visit to the Dechaso Mercenary Group?" the woman in tight leather clothing asked seductively.

"We need to take away the aliens here and investigate the riots during the day."

"This is a matter for the City Lord's Palace," she said.

"But this is Mrs. Winter's business."

A shirtless, muscular man put down his wine glass with a bang, and the atmosphere in the tavern instantly became tense.

"Did you remember it?" Annan tilted his head and asked.

The bard read while writing in his notes: "The leader of the mercenary group, Alais Leon, provoked Lady Winter."

"...We respect the flower of the snowfield, the noble Lady of Winter." The woman in leather had to change her words, "But do you represent the will of that lady?"

"In addition, he threatens to be the most favored by Lady Winter, the future successor of the dungeon, and the upstart of Bethal City. Olme is just right."

Annan said calmly, as if he was facing a mercenary group with only five professionals instead of a high-level mercenary group with one epic professional, several master professionals, and dozens of elite professionals.

Alais Leon continued to remain silent, and the woman in leather said, "Are you really just investigating?"

"How about I take your slaves in order to sell them?"