Chapter 88: The Hidden Wicked Basement of Earl Harrison’s Residence (Part 1)

Chapter 88: The Hidden Wicked Basement of Earl Harrison’s Residence (Part 1)

Ximengsi Continent’s southern region, the strategic border city of Adelaide Kingdom, Atad, Suzerain Earl Harrison’s residence, Young Master Hal’s exclusive bedroom

After Clyde contacted ** Demon King Asmode, she promised to take back the demonic power she had bestowed to Young master Hal.

Asmode feared Clyde’s strength and had chosen to make a concession, so Clyde wasn’t an unreasonable person. Despite them being from two different classes, considering that they could still be regarded as people of the same camp, Clyde gave a dark energy crystal to Asmode as compensation. The demonic contract she had signed with Hal had a clause preventing either party from leaving without certain corresponding remunerations that would have to be returned when she unilaterally broke it.

“Lord God, this...”

“Asmode, this is a gift for you. It’s just a small token, nothing more.”

“Then... then I will accept it. Many thanks for Lord God’s favor.”

** Demon King Asmode hesitated for a moment before accepting Clyde’s gift. The gap in the energy grades between these two parties was too big. If Clyde wished to give this gift, Asmode had no way to refuse. Since that was the case, she might as well accept it without any fuss. When Asmode had received Clyde’s gift, she had still been in her avatar state, so he hadn’t clearly seen her appearance, leaving him in disappointment.

However, Clyde was too embarrassed to directly ask Asmode. In any case, the other party was a ** Demon King, so she might misunderstand his intentions. After the completion of the trade, ** Demon King Asmode withdrew in advance, following Clyde’s request. Before leaving, Asmode gave a small wooden idol to Clyde.

This small idol was the item used when Asmode and Hal had signed a demonic contract. As long as this small idol was destroyed, the demonic contract between Hal and Asmode would be canceled. The demonic power bestowed to Hal by Asmode would also be completely taken back. After determining that Asmode had completely left, he continued to explore the hidden chamber in Hal’s room.

Although Clyde thoroughly crushed ** Demon King Asmode in terms of combat power, he worried that Asmode might secretly help Hal; therefore, he had waited until he was sure that ** Demon King Asmode had truly left before taking his next course of action.

The method to open the hidden door in Hal’s room was not complex. Just turning a candlestick was enough. After turning the candlestick, the hidden door to the basement behind the cabinet opened again. Clyde guessed that Hal was quite confident about his basement’s hidden location, explaining the lack of other traps around the entrance.

Clyde hid in the shadows again, activating his exclusive stealth magic: the darker the surroundings, the better the effect. Clyde cautiously descended the flight of steps towards the basement. A gloomy and cold wind blew against him, and water droplets dripping echoed all along the way. This basement was damp and dark, and he truly wondered what was wrong with those ladies who had followed Hal. Even after seeing such an environment, they actually hadn’t been on guard.

In fact, there was a Perception Obstruction Magic present, so the Human Race couldn’t see the true appearance of this passage. Clyde couldn’t be regarded as of the Human Race, so it was ineffective against Clyde, allowing him to see the true appearance of this basement. On both walls of this flight of steps were candlesticks with lit red candles, and that strange candlelight increased the haunted atmosphere.

Those candlesticks were made with white skulls. On both sides of the steps, human skeletons grinned at passersby. Without careful observation, most people would mistake this place for an ogre’s dwelling. However, if this place were truly an ogre’s dwelling, all those bones would have been broken and scattered all over. The skeletons of this place, however, were preserved and intact. At a glance, this place resembled a secret experiment cave of an Undead Shaman.

There were dark-red bloodstains on the flight of stairs, which seemed to have been left behind over countless years. Hal had signed a demonic contract with ** Demon King Asmode and obtained demonic power just three years ago, and he had only built this secret basement then. In the past three years, it was unknown how many victims had died tragic deaths here. With Earl Harrison controlling Atad, no matter what strange matters happened within this territory, Young Master Hal would never be investigated.

Clyde carefully advanced,and finally reached the end of the flight of steps, arriving at a basement over five meters below the ground. This basement was clearly simply a remodeled dungeon. Since Clark Alliance practiced slavery, all member nation’s imperial and aristocratic families generally built dungeons in their residences to participate in certain particular hobbies. As for the specific usage of that kind of structure, those imperial and aristocratic families themselves knew best.

On the basement’s floor, Clyde saw a lot of shredded female clothes composed of gorgeous fabrics that could only have been worn by the ladies of aristocratic families. After careful observation, Clyde discovered that there were all types of clothing, from outerwear to bras, panties, and stockings, but all these clothes had been torn to shreds.

This basement area was simply a place used by a certain wicked gentleman to showcase his wicked war trophies. Those ladies who had followed Hal were all imprisoned here and been left in completely bare states now.

The hands of these ladies were tied behind their backs. In addition, their entire bodies were also bound using red ropes that hugged the supple curve of their breasts. Their snowy white legs were parted, forming a shameful posture of the “M” letter. Small red balls sealed their ability to speak and black leather collars with silver chains encircled their snowy white necks. They looked little different from trussed up pigs. They all leaned on an ice-cold wall, and the ends of those chains chains locked to an iron hoop fixed on the wall. In the cold air, their nipples hardened, leaving a beautiful sight for an observer.

Because their eyes were blindfolded with a black cloth, Clyde couldn’t see their expressions. He just saw their red complexions and sparkling tears flowing down their cheeks. From their muffled breathing and yells for help, he could determine their panic. Many seemed to have lost hope and just listlessly stood. Their snowy white charming bodies shivered. Now, they were only experiencing neglect PLAY, but they didn’t know what kind of even more stimulating plays were waiting for them.

These ladies must have currently felt endless regret. Originally, they had wanted to hook up with Young Master Hal for their families’ political interests, but who would have thought that Young Master Hal who had such a gentle and refined air was so abnormal. Not only had they not achieved their political objections, but they had also delivered themselves to his doorstep. Their families would never think that they were imprisoned here in the basement, leaving them to become Hal’s playthings forever. Thinking this, these ladies shed tears of despair.

Initially, under the effects of an unusual mist, the ladies lured here by Hal had felt very hot and taken off their outerwear, leaving behind only thin undergarments. And whilst they had been thinking about what to do next, they had already fainted on the ground. When they had woken up again, they had immediately felt cold before realizing their forced shameful postures. In their unguarded states, they had already turned into the other party’s slaves.

As the golden daughters of illustrious aristocratic families of Adelaide Kingdom, a member nation of Clark Alliance, they naturally knew that only female slaves would be in their current states. They who had originally been daughters of affluent families had turned into female prisoners. This huge drop in their status made them unable to believe the reality for a moment, and some had simply despaired.

Clyde ignored these ladies. He let them be here for a little while without helping them as a lesson. The victims imprisoned by Hal were not limited to these several ladies; they were just the latest group. After walking a few steps forward, Clyde saw other victims as well as the backstage manipulator Young Master Hal.

On the stone walls of the basement were many “X” shaped frames. Every frame had a restrained naked beauty. Looking at their properly maintained fair and clear skin, Clyde guessed that they should be ladies from aristocratic families whom Hal had trapped in the past. Those ladies’ hands and legs were tightly restrained by black leather belts, and a larger belt hugged their slender waists, and they similarly wore black leather collars except that these didn’t have chains attached. In addition, small red balls sealed their mouths, preventing them from doing little more than make little moans.

These ladies had ruddy complexions. They had clearly already accepted their fates and no longer resisted. Their eyes were also covered with black blindfolds; thus, Clyde couldn’t see their expressions or tear stains. Now, they were little more than possessions. Even on the ceiling, many beauties dangled on iron chains. Their hands and legs were bound to their backs, and they hung in hogtie postures. Black blindfolds and leather collars, along with small red balls, everything needed was there.

Those ladies were arranged like special decorations. Their entire body was wet, and Clyde didn’t know whether it was sweat or something else. Because while maintaining that exceedingly difficult dangling posture, something continuously dripped onto the basement ground from their bodies. Clyde suspected that that sound of water drops he had heard before might have emanated from these ladies.

Those noble ladies restrained in “X” frames and dangling in the air had already been trained over a period of time in Hal’s prison. Basically, their training was complete. However, Clyde didn’t know whether it was due to a requirement for undead magic, but he found that these ladies weren’t ruined and were actually still in intact states. For them, this instead was an even bigger humiliation. Toying around with all kinds of methods while still maintaining a chaste state, Hal’s skill had already reached the advanced training master level. After all, to make a woman go mad without taking her required true skill.

Clyde saw Hal’s figure, and ignoring all kinds of amorous scenes around him, he continued to step forward. He had agreed to the request of Knight Aike and Knight Ailu to save their Miss, Paladin Alicia. The other noble ladies weren’t the objective of this operation. Whether he saved them or not would depend on his mood.