Chapter 16

Bad feeling.

The situation is very wrong

In the dark basement, only sporadic candles lit up the surroundings.

Surrounded by metal railings, it looks like a giant iron cage.

Hank Manan, a famous thief, looked at everything around him and felt a strong sense of crisis.

Although as a prison, it is clean, equipped with toilets and food, no torture tools are hung on the wall, and there is not even a trace of blood on the ground, Hank Manan is still willing to go back to the smelly and dirty place before, rather than stay here for a second.

According to his years of experience, the current anomaly completely represents that a fatal thing is approaching.

Among the dozens of people held in the cage, in addition to him, several other people also found it bad, and their faces were extremely ugly.

One of them, a very strong middle-aged man with several scars on his face, experienced in many battles and rich combat experience, walked up to Hank Manan and said solemnly and quietly: "I know you. Hank Manan, a strange thief wandering between several kingdoms, committed thousands of crimes. He was not caught until he stole the jewelry of Princess Marton.

Let me introduce myself. I'm herto asal, the captain of the second brigade of the Borzoi mercenary regiment, with the strength of [great Knight].

I believe you have noticed the unusual here. I think we need to cooperate, otherwise I'm afraid no one can escape. "

Then he stretched out his palm.

Hearing that the other party had the strength of [great Knight], Hank's eyes coagulated. After thinking about it, he also stretched out his palm and shook hands with him to confirm the cooperative relationship between the two.

After shaking his hand, Hector's face relaxed and pointed slightly at the people around him:

"I think the situation is not simple. We may have been involved in some kind of cult ceremony. I saw a familiar face among the people escorting us before. Although he went through some camouflage, I recognized his identity when I met him a long time ago and was wanted by the cult [magician SART] It is said that his character was extremely distorted and thousands of people died at his hands.

I observed the people in this cage and found that they were well-trained and could kill at least one fully armed soldier with their bare hands, which happened to be the best sacrifice in the cult sacrifice ceremony... "

After listening to each other's words, Hank's face became more and more ugly, because although he didn't know any magician SART, the name of magician alone was enough to show that the other party was by no means good. Among the mysterious casters, magicians were definitely the worst known type. All of them were full of blood, and their executioners were praising them.

And according to the information he eavesdropped in his previous cell.

The person who ordered his transfer was the prince of the Principality of Marton, which means that the magician has a great probability to be with the highest level of the country, which is absolutely bad news for hank and others.

In this case, becoming a sacrifice in the cult sacrifice ceremony is by no means a boring nonsense, and the probability is extremely high.

For the lower limit of the upper power, Hank has witnessed countless in his career as a thief over the years!

It is not surprising that those upper class dignitaries who can cook their own kind for the sake of so-called immortality will hold blood sacrifices.

It can be said that if it wasn't for the sacrifice list, there might be himself. Hank didn't even bother to ask about this kind of thing.

Looking at Hank's ugly face, Hector asked, "the metal railings of this cage are made of iron, and each is as thick as two adult fingers. Even if ten wild elephants are transferred, they may not be able to bend them. We can't destroy it with empty hands. Can you find a way to open its lock?"

In the disappointed eyes of the other party, Hank sighed and shook his head: "There's no way. I've observed it carefully before. This kind of lock is specially made by the locksmith family who has served the royal family of the Principality of Marton for generations. The interior is composed of at least hundreds of parts. There is no comparability between conventional locks and them. Even with professional tools, I'm not confident that I can open it 100%, not to mention this empty handed state."

So they both fell into silence.

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Most of the others began to form their own small teams. At one time, more than 20 small groups appeared in the cage of dozens of people.

Contradictions naturally began to arise, and quarrels and mutual provocations continued to occur.

If they were not suddenly transferred to such an unusual place, everyone would feel more or less uneasy in their hearts. With their character, they would have started to do it long ago, and it is normal to have a few deaths and injuries.

Creak

When they quarreled with each other and all kinds of dirty words came out one after another, there was a sudden sound of friction on the ground at the edge of the iron door when it was opened at the dark end of the corridor in front of the cage.

All the prisoners were instantly quiet. After a while of eye contact, they looked at the corridor.

With the sound of footsteps without any cover, a red haired young man with slender figure, perfect appearance, wearing black but luxurious clothes full of gilt flower patterns, came into the sight of all of them.

No matter from the appearance, dress or more ethereal temperament, Hank has never seen anyone comparable to the person in front of him. There is a very special sense of existence on the other side. Everything around him after standing there automatically becomes a foil, and everyone's eyes are automatically attracted by him, as if the center of the world is him.

And I don't know if it's an illusion. When the other party came in, Hank felt that the temperature of the air seemed to drop a lot at once. Even the flies and mosquitoes that had just flown in the air disappeared without a trace, just like hiding.

His eyes turned slightly to his side. He found that herto's eyes were frightened as if he had met a ghost. The scars on his face were twisted like caterpillars. He didn't know when a layer of sweat had seeped from his bald head and was slowly sliding to the ground.

Although he didn't understand what had happened to the other party, Hank instinctively understood that the danger was coming, and didn't dare to do more. He lowered his head silently and hid his body behind the prisoner in front of him.

With his head tilted, Olga ignored their vigilant or hostile eyes, just nodded with satisfaction and said:

"The quality is not bad. It seems that SART has done things very carefully."

In fact, he also knows that the crown prince Jim must contribute the most, but he doesn't care much about it. As long as he can complete the task he gives, he doesn't care what moths they make. Anyway, according to the magic concentration of the world and the process of civilization development, except for some old things that don't know whether they exist or not, He doesn't need to care about all the threats.

If the wanton killing had not caused the world to overreact and seriously shortened his stay in the world, he could not have used this gentle way to hide the boss behind the scenes and jumped to the front desk to do whatever he wanted.

However, due to the unfinished goal, he didn't want to make any big news in a short time, which attracted a large group of chaotic brave people to form a team to fight the demon king.

At least until he achieves his set goal.

Aware that Olga's eyes were like looking at the poultry to be slaughtered on the chopping board, a man dressed in prison clothes, with ordinary appearance, short and strong stature and animal scratches on his right eye stood up and said to Olga seriously:

"Let me go. I know where the treasure reserved for me by Prince Leia 275 years ago when the king of Marton rebelled!"

These days, after reading books such as a brief history of the kingdom of Marton, a detailed record of mainland history and myths of all ethnic groups in the mainland, Olga, who absorbed all kinds of information from the world, knew what he was talking about, but he still couldn't raise any interest.

The gold and silver treasures cherished by mankind have no value in the bottomless abyss. They are not as real as a few corpses.

So he shook his head and said calmly in a husky voice, "Prince Leia? I'm not interested in his so-called treasures. Those things are meaningless."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man was not angry, but looked at Olga's eyes carefully, thought about it and whispered: "The head of the high wind robber is my own brother. There are hundreds of experienced horse thieves under his command. If you can let me go, it's not just Prince learya's treasure. We can help you do something for free, whether it's murder or robbery."

"Wind thief? A familiar name..."

Olga touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

Looking at Olga's hesitant look, the other party thought he was moved, and added: "our wind thief is the largest horse thief group on the border of the Principality of Marton. No one is our opponent except the regular army!"

"Oh, that's right." Olga nodded and then shook his head: "but it still doesn't mean much to me. After all, you are the most qualified person in this kingdom. In front of this value, everything else is useless."

Then he stopped caring about the other party's ugly face and looked at the others.

After taking a breath, Olga's handsome face showed a slightly intoxicated smile and said, "the familiar smell of evil makes me miss the abyss a little. Although there are a few tastes that are not so pure, from the human point of view, most of you are true villains. It should be your honor to play a role in my hands."

At the end of the words, in the frightened eyes of the people, Olga's body automatically spread a faint gray black fog, which turned into a different number of lines, regardless of their struggle, and integrated into everyone's body.

After finishing the work, Olga ignored the people who were panicking and checking their bodies. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "I hope you can stick to it for a few more days. Goodbye."

Then he turned and left without delay.

When he was about to walk out of the iron gate, Olga suddenly wondered why he had an image of [gale robber], a border robber group.

More than ten days ago, when I went to set fire in the border forest, I met them on the way, so I crossed them easily

Amen! What a mercy!

In the future, you have to find a bald donkey and send yourself a certificate to regulate all living beings, otherwise it's not good to work without a certificate.