A strange world

The assassin who invaded the dungeon was sat on the butt by the Howler.

"His brain doesn't seem to be working very well."

Annan hoped to hear something come out of the psyker's mouth, but as he glanced at the other prisoners in the dungeon, Steelkin and Darkirres seemed mindless and unhappy. Howlers entertain themselves as assassins, ogres are as courteous as gentlemen, and half-blood giants obey no one but themselves.

"Watch him, don't let him die."

Annan gave up his own interrogation. Olmedo had no reason to leave him alone and went to the entrance of the dungeon to call for the guards.

"Let Olmedo come see me."

Annan cooperated to exude the majesty of the King of the North.

"The city lord doesn't have time to meet an impostor." The guard who came over sneered and prepared to walk away.

Annan's deep black eyes stared at him: "You don't have to go, but you'd better pray that I'm not the real King of the North."

The guard showed panic and stumbled and said: "I...I will tell the city lord's guard, but whether he will convey it or not is none of my business..."

The sound of rapid footsteps disappeared deep into the dungeon. Annan stayed in front of the prison door, curiously groping for the iron bars. These iron bars that looked like branches could not stop the ogres, let alone the hybrid giants... So what did the dungeon rely on to control them? ?

The assassin was still cursing the orcs on top of him, but he did not dare to do anything under the gaze of the ogres and hybrid giants.

Annan inexplicably likes this feeling of deus ex machina.

Not long after, the shadow of an oil lamp was reflected on the damp brick wall.

A strange guard captain came to the dungeon door and looked at Annan: "Do you want to see the Lord of the City?"

"Where is he?"

"Outside. If you have anything, you can tell me." The guard captain then lowered his voice, "I am a subordinate of the Lord of the City..."

"Call him over, and I will ask him face to face why he betrayed me."

"Please rest assured that I am indeed a subordinate of the Lord of the City." The guard chief then said what Olmedo once said: "He told you that he needs your trust."

Annan believed that he was from Olmedo: "Tell Olmedo that an assassin was sent in to kill me."

"Where is he?"

Annan stepped aside. The guard captain raised the oil lamp and vaguely saw the cursing figure surrounded by several outlines of the control department.

"I will tell the Lord of the City."

The guard said, and then hesitantly reminded Annan, "Your Excellency, King of the North, no one spoke like this hundreds of years ago..."

Annan's face was slightly red. Fortunately, the dungeon was dark and no one could see it.

The wait was a little longer this time. The assassin would stop cursing when he was tired. Whenever this happened, the howler would poke him and make him continue cursing.

It's like picking up a mouse. A biting and screaming rat is cute, but that may be its only recourse.

About dozens of minutes later, the guard captain appeared with his men and opened the dungeon door.

"Leave the assassin to us."

Annan asked the howler to step aside, and the guard approached. But something unexpected happened when handing over the assassin.

The assassin, who had briefly escaped control, seemed to be waiting for this moment, with a dangerous light surging on his body and rushing toward Annan!

"Psychic blast——"

An extreme sense of danger and tingling pierced into the mind, but then, a palm lightly patted the psyker's head from the top of his head, patting the roar behind into the chest, and patting the chest into the cracks of the bricks.

Annan doesn't know if the psyker can be saved after turning into a meat pie.

The guards exited the dungeon in panic and hurried away.

Annan frowned and looked away from the rotten meat on the ground, then looked at the ogre.

The female ogre said gentlemanly: "As an example among the cannibals, I refuse to eat this kind of minced meat mixed with bones, viscera and feces."

At this time, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor outside the dungeon, and a group of guards appeared outside the cell door surrounded by the fat deputy warden.

"Take the murderer out!"

The guards raised their weapons and led the half-blood giant out of the dungeon.

Annan saw that the guard chief was among them and said nothing.

But the deputy warden did not want to let Annan go. He stared at Annan's mage robe greedily: "Why is this fake still wearing a mage robe without shackles? Who is here -"

"You should think clearly." Annan looked at the arrogant officials calmly, "Is it worth offending the King of the North, who has a higher position than the nobles, to curry favor with the nobles?"

"What's the meaning!"

"What I mean is...don't forget the most important things just for the sake of flattery. Wealth and power only have meaning when you are alive..."

The deputy warden yelled sternly: "Are you threatening me?!"

"Just a warning."

In the end, the deputy warden did not take off Annan's mage robe and put on the shackles symbolizing the prisoner's identity. Leaving in despair with a pile of minced meat.

"The Lord of the City asks you to wait patiently. He will resolve the danger soon."

The captain of the guard who was the last to leave reminded in a low voice.

Silence returned to the dungeon.

But as the hybrid giant left, the suppressed contradictions were released, and the prisoners showed their unruly fangs.

Steelkin provoked Black Ironeth, the orcs provoked Steelkin and Black Ironeth, and the ogres provoked Annan.

"My toes are dirty."

"I'll help you clean it up." Annan complied.

The ogre looked down at him: "Human, I thought about our future the moment I met you."

When Annan was thinking about how to politely reject the ogre, it continued: "Thinking about how to cook it more deliciously."

"We had a good conversation before, right?"

Annan said helplessly, but he could see that the ogre had no intention of eating him yet.

"Aren't you the King of the North? Why do those humans treat you like this?" the ogre asked.

"Conspiracy and unrest."

"You short guys are always like this..." The orc snorted next to him.

Not long after, footsteps sounded, and another figure covered in gray cloth was pushed into the dungeon by the guards.

The second assassin? Annan thought, and then heard a familiar conversation ringing in his ears.

"...I hijacked a caravan."

"I am the leader of that caravan."

"I kill short humans who don't pay me."

"I killed a group of mercenaries." The ogre said, while looking at the prisoner who took off the gray cloth.

"What about yesterday?" The figure full of fierceness said nonchalantly.

The ogre closed his mouth. He seemed to be observing the new guy.

Annan showed a relaxed smile and asked her, "How is the situation outside?"

"Klein and I solved the Blood Lord, and that sissy city lord asked me to go into the dungeon and said he was helping you." Katarina said disdainfully.

Olmedo has arranged everything.

The existence of hybrid giants, assassins, and Catalina made Annan realize that this dungeon had become a place where Olmedo and the beings behind the scenes struggled to stuff people into the dungeon and gain control.

Olmedo currently has the advantage.

Katarina satirized Annan’s optimism:

"I hope people who aren't you are thrown into the dungeon one by one."