The environment of the dungeon is much better than expected.
During dinner, the deputy warden, whose attitude changed, heard that Annan was not sleeping well, so he brought some dry and tasteless haystacks, and after being tortured by the dampness and coldness, he lay on them and felt as comfortable as bathing in the afternoon sun.
Comfortable.
Every meal is no longer just bread and meat, but also a vegetable salad, a bowl of mushroom soup and a small glass of wine.
There is also an unimaginable speed of making money. Annan has to sell fifteen spinning machines for 500 gold coins, and Aunt Susan's family will make 400 years of profit, but it is only worth a roast chicken here.
At dinner, after Annan asked Hetierrez if he wanted more, the black-hearted businessman suppressed the urge to spend money and hid on the edge, but he could no longer swallow the original "food".
In the dark and damp dungeon, Annan sat on his haystack throne and first gave half of the food to Katarina.
The glass of wine was met with indifference because neither Annan nor Catalina drank.
Picking up the wine glass, Annan looked at the outline of the corner of the dungeon, and a gentle voice of inquiry echoed in the dungeon: "Black Tierres, do you want it?"
"I...can't."
A timid reply floated out of the darkness.
That roast chicken sobered him up a lot - whether it was his hunger or his wallet.
"Really? This glass of red wine from Grogda only costs..." Annan did not exploit Hetierrez too much, but just gave him the same price as the whole loaf of bread: "100 gold coins."
"Didn't you lie to me?"
After asking, Heitierres realized how stupid this was and said hurriedly: "I want it!"
He only bought a glass of red wine for a price that could buy a wine cellar, and Hetierrez also wanted to thank the King of the North for the reward.
"Steelkin, don't bully him while eating." Annan hopes that the transaction can be stable and sustainable.
Stillkin, who came closer, shrugged and returned to his food.
Heitierres held the wine glass and first took a sip while suppressing his desire, intoxicated by the slightly astringent sweetness.
"Where is Grogda?" Katarina asked Annan.
"I made it up." Annan lowered his voice and said.
But the orcs rushed towards Annan excitedly, and stopped only after being stared at by Katarina fiercely, with a ferocious look on their faces: "Have you been to Grogda!?"
"Well... when I was young." Annan blinked.
"Are the orc tribes there still there?"
"...it seems to be still there."
A lie requires more lies to cover up.
The howler showed obvious relief and whispered something in orc language, but Annan couldn't hear clearly.
After Katarina prayed as usual, Annan huddled in the haystack and ended up in the dungeon. The next day was a little boring, but it was no longer difficult.
There was no rest the day before so that Annan could sleep a little longer. Early in the morning or in the morning, Annan woke up bleary-eyed.
The muffled whispers in the dungeon became clearer as Annan woke up. Not long after, the figure delivering the food appeared outside the dungeon. He was no longer the deputy warden, but replaced by the captain of the guard under Olmedo.
And the food was more plentiful than yesterday, filling a whole dining car.
Annan and Catalina alone couldn't finish the meal.
"So I should be able to go out soon?" Annan asked him.
"The Lord of the City is collecting evidence for you. It won't be too long before you leave." The respect of the guard captain also said something. "Do you need anything else?"
Annan thought about it and spent the past two days chatting with the ogre to kill time: "I need some books, and I also need to bring an extra dessert with the food delivered every time."
Pushing the dining cart back to the Haystack Throne, Annan took out the food one after another, and the aroma made Heitierres hide away.
There's actually an apple pie among the food.
Annan waved to the ogre who had just thrown the wooden bowl and mushroom soup into his mouth, and handed the apple pie to it: "This is the apple pie."
"I have no money," said the ogre.
"I'll treat you to food."
The rude-looking cannibal carefully held up the tiny apple pie to it, meticulously scratched the surface of the apple pie with yellowed teeth, stretched out its generous tongue, rolled it into his mouth, and tasted it carefully...
Annan is using desserts to consolidate his relationship with the ogre.
Of the ogre races, only the two-headed ogre has the talent to cast spells. Although the ogre in front of you is ordinary, its race and size allow it to deal with two to three fasts.
But strength does not mean absolute strength.
For example, Michael's team only needs a Grease spell and constant weakening and bleeding to easily defeat the ogres, but two or three Fasts can easily defeat their team.
A psyker disguised as a civilian can easily kill any legendary spellcaster after approaching the caster.
Moreover, the ogre is very smart, so smart that it does not want to provoke Katarina, who is seemingly weaker than it.
"Your Majesty, King of the North, can I get a piece of food?" Black Tierres came over and asked.
"Mushroom soup is 150 gold coins, roast chicken is 500 gold coins, and red wine is 100 gold coins." Annan asked his dear customer gently: "What do you need?"
Hetierrez begged Annan that he had no money anymore...
"He is lying. One transport of gold ore is worth hundreds of gold coins, as well as the refugees he captured." Steelkin said.
"I'm going to kill you-"
Heitierres pounced on Steelkin, who was surprised. A few minutes later, Heitierres, who was about to be beaten to death, cried out in pain and begged for mercy: "Please don't kill me... I'm willing to give you money."
"Who cares about your dirty money - I'm sorry, I didn't mean what you meant." Steelkin apologized to Annan who was accidentally injured.
In the end, Hetierrez spent 100 gold coins to buy a piece of white bread.
At least Heitierres is not a miser who regards wealth as his life. Rather than accumulating wealth like a dragon, he is more willing to use money in exchange for a comfortable life.
Annan also needs gold coins to accumulate for future expenses.
This is a fair deal where everyone gets what he needs.
During the following afternoon tea and dinner, the ogre got another piece of hazelnut cake and cherry pie.
And the money that can be extracted from Heitierres is getting less and less.
Whenever Annan wanted to stop, Steelkin would detail Black Tierres's crimes: catching refugees and selling them as slaves, and hunting down escaped refugees for fun——
...Although it is biased to measure them by the moral standards of an ordered world, and death is rare and common in this world, taking away the lives of others just for pleasure is an act that any kind and neutral camp would despise——
The price of Black Tireres was that Annan lost about 2,700 gold coins forever during the three days he was in the dungeon.
…
On a new day, Annan woke up from the soft bed and opened the curtains.
Pick up the bristle toothbrush from the incense on the bedside table to clean your teeth, take a sip of warm coffee, and read a book in front of the bright magic lamp.
Soon after, the captain of the guard appeared with a dining cart and brought a message:
"The Lord of the City is ready. You will be put on trial in the council chamber tomorrow."
