A strange world

Chapter 196 Chapter 49. Saving the Mage Murat

What did Mrs. Winter notice? Annan doesn't know.

Because his disguise is actually quite poor - there is no disguise or cover on his face. Depending on the amount of mineral powder used to cover up his black hair, the mineral powder used will sometimes appear orange-red, sometimes almost crimson. The color of the black eyes can be seen even if the eyes are slightly closer, so the eyes will be squinted deliberately.

As for why the secret was not revealed... because no one has seen the King of the North, and they never expected that the King of the North would disguise his identity and run to Betar City.

After coming out of the banquet, Annan also found that the barrier between the bard and Astolfo had disappeared.

Returning to the mansion first, Annan and the bard drove to the dungeon late at night.

"Master Deputy Warden!"

The guards held their chests high as they abide by their duties. What changed their attitude was that Mrs. Winter sent a group of prisoners and said that Annan would definitely like them.

Will Mrs. Winter kidnap the noble lady and send her to the dungeon...

Fortunately, Ms. Winter wasn't that ridiculous yet, but the result was almost as bad: a group of mercenaries were captured - the mercenaries who once let Annan lead the way in exchange for a gold nard.

Lady Winter investigated him.

"My lady's servant said that they have been wandering around the place where you lived these days."

The dungeon guard said flatteringly. Inside the prison, the five mercenaries who had even the white wolf's head ripped off looked at Annan complicatedly. Unexpectedly, the civilians who had been manipulated casually a few days ago were now manipulated casually.

"reason."

Annan still has to go to the deep levels of the dungeon and has no time to waste on them.

The still mean female mage spoke: "There are traces of vampires and succubi in that village. You are the only ones who escaped. Vampires and succubi may come to you."

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Ahem...those are all stories. Real succubi and vampires are very dangerous. They will rob you of your energy and blood..." the bard reminded Annan in a low voice.

Annan looked at the mercenary with a strange expression again: "So you are using me as bait?"

"We didn't know you were the deputy warden..." The soldier who lost the white wolf's head followed suit.

Annan was not angry. To a certain extent, these mercenaries were protecting themselves - although they did not care about their own life or death.

"I still have use for these prisoners."

Annan would not release them, but he would not imprison them in the dungeon. He asked the bard to go back first to remind Joan and them, and Annan continued to walk deeper.

The firelight and footsteps gradually faded away, and the ugly warrior couldn't help but curse: "That guy must have licked the warden's ass..."

The distant firelight returned again. Annan returned to the prison and pointed at the ugly warrior who made the noise: "Except for that ugly guy."

Walk up the steps to the dungeon where serious criminals are held. Blood-stained and rusty torture instruments were placed under the cold walls, echoing with screams and wails.

"I want to check the conditions of the prisoners in the third level dungeon."

Annan and the guard guarding the deep entrance said, pass through the iron door, step on the steps extending downward, and reach the third floor.

The turbid air was filled with depression, dullness, and blood.

Without a guide, Annan raised the oil lamp and approached the first cell - a wounded rat guard suddenly rushed out and was pulled back by the chains, making an incomprehensible scream.

Annan waved to it and came to the second cell.

The illusive silhouette exuding a shimmering light sat deep in the cell, its shoulders swaying slightly.

Annan kept quiet and came to the third cell. The cell seemed to be built into a wall, forming a dark curtain that the oil lamp could not penetrate. When he was about to pass Annan, he realized that this was part of a huge body. He picked up the oil lamp, raised his head, and saw dense scarlet eyes looking down at him.

Annan quickened his pace slightly and finally saw Murat in the eighth cell.

The decadent mage, who looked as embarrassed as when he first met Michael, raised his head due to the noise. Before he could speak, Annan said, "I am Olme, the new deputy warden of this dungeon."

Murat was confused as to "What is the King of the North playing at again?" but he knew that Annan was here to save him.

"what happened?"

"The magic ring is a conspiracy... Many forces are snatching it. The Diatra family, vampires, and the royal family..."

Murat briefly recounted the attack he suffered after taking the photo of the magic ring. At first they were concerned about the identity of the Master of the Mage Tower, but as time went by, they became more and more merciless.

"You mean these forces can't even get 4,000 gold coins?"

"That's the unlucky part...I got the magic ring and they started fighting over it."

What's even more unfortunate is that Murat thought Annan came here for this reason, so he didn't hand it over even if he was threatened and hunted.

"Where's the magic ring?"

"I'm hiding in the void. No one can find him except me." The mage's confidence suppressed his embarrassment at this moment.

"...If you hold on for a few more days, I will find a way to rescue you."

Annan stayed in the depths of the dungeon for a long time to avoid discovering anything strange. It was time for him to leave.

"Do you want to get him out?"

A familiar hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the beautiful and tall Mrs. Winter suddenly stepped out of the shadows.

"Are you also one of the people who want the magic ring?" Annan knew that Mrs. Winter knew everything.

"Yes... I came just for it." Mrs. Winter stopped at the edge of the oil lamp and stared at Annan with her deep eyes: "Can you give it to me?"

Annan tilted his head and asked Murat: "Can I still cast spells?"

"They dare not let a magical mage stay in the dungeon."

Mrs. Winter threw out a bottle of magic potion. Murat caught the potion and looked at Annan.

"Drink it," Annan said.

Murat raised his head and swallowed the potion, then released the spell after the magic power was restored, and took out a ring from the void rift.

"Do you believe me when I say I don't know what the magic ring is for?" Annan took the magic ring from Murat and sighed that this was an unfounded disaster. "I just want a magic ring."

"It depends on whether you give it to me or not."

"Would you take it away if I said no?"

"No. The King of the North is the cornerstone of the North... I will seek cooperation with you." This Lady of Winter did not have the same arrogance and condescension as at the banquet, only sincerity.

"I can give you the magic ring." Annan said.

Mrs. Winter's smile made the whole dungeon light up: "What do I need to do for you?"

"As the official mage of the Mage Tower, Murat was framed, falsely accused, and imprisoned in the dungeon in Bethal City. This valuable magic ring cost me 5,000 gold coins."

"Whoever attacks him will pay the price, and your 5,000 gold coins can be taken away tonight."

Annan nodded lightly, and then threw the ring to her so smoothly that even Mrs. Winter didn't react.

"Aren't you curious-"

Annan suddenly covered his ears and interrupted Mrs. Winter: "I know your rules. If you know the secret, you must join or die!"

"Because this ring is related to the secret treasure. You are a good companion. Do you really not want to join?"

"In no mood!"