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 will sometimes appear orange-red, sometimes almost crimson. The pupils of the black eyes can also be seen if they are slightly closer.
Because of his color, he would deliberately squint his eyes.
As for why the secret was not revealed... because no one has seen the King of the North, and no one 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 was not that ridiculous, but the result was almost bad: a group of mercenaries were captured - the mercenaries who once let Annan lead the way in exchange for a gold nard.
Mrs. 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 had their heads ripped off looked at Annan with confusion. Unexpectedly, the civilians who had been manipulated casually a few days ago were now being manipulated casually.
"reason."
Annan still has to go to the depths 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 find 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 his white wolf head followed his lead.
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 and remind Joan and the others first, 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, and Annan returned to the prison, pointing at the ugly warrior who made the noise: "Except for that ugly guy."
Walking up the steps, we arrived at the dungeon where serious criminals were imprisoned. Under the cold walls were blood-stained and rusty torture instruments, echoing with screams and wails.
"I want to check the status of the prisoners in the third level dungeon."
Annan said to the guard guarding the deep entrance, passed the iron door, stepped on the steps extending downward, and reached 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, was pulled back by the chains, and let out 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 prison 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 it was part of a huge body. He lifted the oil lamp, raised his head, and saw densely packed buildings.
His scarlet eyes were lowered and staring at him.
Annan quickened his pace slightly and finally saw Murat in the eighth cell.
The decadent mage looked as embarrassed as when he first met Michael. He 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's going on?"
"The magic ring is a conspiracy... Many forces are snatching it. The Diatra family, vampires, and the royal family..."
Murat briefly described the attack he encountered after taking the magic ring. At first, they were still concerned about the identity of the mage 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 unfortunate part...I got the magic ring and they started fighting for it."
What's even more unfortunate is that Murat thought Annan came here for this reason, so he didn't hand it over even though he was threatened and hunted.
"Where's the magic ring?"
"I'm hiding in the void, no one can find me but me." The mage's confidence was suppressed by 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."
"Those who attack him will pay the price. 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, and if I know the secret, join or die!"
"Because this ring is related to the secret treasure. You are a good companion. Do you really not want to join?"