"Ah!! I said! I'm sorry! Spare me, General Bronn is locked up by me, in the dungeon, in the dungeon, spare me, please let me go, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
The obese king let out a scream like an animal, and the devil grabbed his bloated hand, pressed it to the ground, stepped on his waist, and just twisted his hand slightly, and he told everything.
"If you want to live longer, I hope you can learn to be smarter, my lord king."
The Demon King said coldly, and then shook off his hand. The latter screamed and fell to the ground unable to get up.
The other party didn't take him seriously at all, he was even worse than a servant.
The king was afraid of crying on the ground. In fact, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"Woo! Why don't you help me!"
He cursed and beat the floor like a child.
The ministers were already trembling with fear from the black knight. They never expected that after the other party asked a question, he immediately took action and beat the king directly. He showed no mercy and did not take him seriously at all.
"My lord, are you okay?"
"Go away, you losers!"
Kingsley got up from the ground and left the room full of clutter without looking back. At this moment, he finally understood that those ministers were useless at all, and he was not as important as he thought. The so-called king was not as important as he thought.
It's just a title, he's just a fat man with a crown on his head.
In the dungeon, this place is still under the control of the original imperial soldiers, and the Demon King is not interested in the prisoners, so he has ignored it and allowed it to continue to maintain its original appearance.
Now, he came to the dungeon. It was a dark and cold place, and torches burned beside the walls, making the walls darker than the night.
"Who?!"
"You are?"
Several jailers stopped the Demon King. They did not know the Demon King. Although they had been staying in the dungeon and knew what happened above, they had never seen Eberron or the Demon King.
"Take me to Bronn."
The Demon King ordered? The two jailers were stunned for a moment. They had a bad feeling. They didn't know the man in front of them, and they had never heard the order from above. But the other man's attitude and aura made them feel that he was a big shot.
So I didn’t dare to act rashly.
"Who are you?"
Just when they asked this question, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps outside, and Eberron came with a group of soldiers.
"Sir, why did you come back without notifying me? Hey! You idiots, why don't you get out of here."
Eberron quickly went up and shouted.
"yes!"
The jailer's door quickly opened without daring to raise his head. The king was under house arrest? The news of Eberron stealing the government had already spread throughout the royal city? But what they didn't know was that there was such a person, even Eberron
Lun should also be respectful in front of him.
"Who are you looking for, my lord? Tell me? I will bring him to see you right away. No matter whether he is alive or dead, I can do it? You don't need to do it in person..."
"There seem to be more people in the cell, Eberron."
Just as he was flattering him, the Demon King suddenly said coldly, which made Eberron feel a shiver down his spine.
In the cells on both sides, pairs of eyes looked at them. At this moment, someone suddenly lay down in front of the railing, wailing: "It's unfair! Sir, I didn't commit corruption, I didn't..."
It was a man who had been whipped, and his body was covered with scars.
Eberron glared at him angrily, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, thinking that he should kill him.
Yes, the person imprisoned is the former head tax collector of the royal city, but he is now a prisoner.
"I'm reminding you once. I know every move you make. Don't do stupid things. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, sir..."
Eberron said with sweat all over his head. He lowered his head and his heartbeat was very fast.
The soldiers behind him are all from Eberron, but the Demon King is alone and still in this prison.
Maybe, maybe he can...
The more he has such dangerous thoughts, the faster his heart beats. If he can get rid of the other party's control, then he will be a king. As a businessman, the highest state is to set rules, and the king has this kind of task.
As a businessman, it is impossible for Eberron not to have this desire. During this time, he has felt the power of power, and he is intoxicated by it. Supreme power, this is something that is enough to make the businessman risk his life. He wants
Take a gamble.
However, he still loosened his fist, and his reason defeated his desire. This was the first time.
"If you're looking for Bronn, he's over here."
Eberron nodded and bowed, saying that he was very timid and would never stand in front of risks by himself.
In the cell on the third floor, it is even darker, the ground is still moist, and there is an old smell in the air.
I saw a sturdy old man appearing in a cell. He lowered his head and sat on the wall facing the railings.
"Are you Bron?"
The Demon King asked. He could see the magic power on the other person. As for this old man, his magic level was very impressive. He must have been a powerful warrior when he was young. But now he is much weaker, and he can also see it.
The other person seemed to be awake, he raised his head slightly, glanced at everyone's feet, and then closed them again, as if he was very sleepy.
"What do you want from me, an old man who is dying?"
"I just don't think a soldier should die in a cold, dank cell. Can you still hold a sword?"
"Hmph, I can chop off your heads by the way."
Suddenly there was a ding, and a sharp sword was suddenly inserted in front of him. Bulong opened his eyes wide. The mirror-like sword blade, this is a good sword!
He raised his head and looked at the man whose body was half melting into the darkness.
"Are you looking down on me?"
He had a sullen face and the other party said nothing.
This annoyed him.
Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked the hilt of the sword. The sword instantly flew up and cut off the chain hanging on the wall. He released his right hand, then twisted it, and the chain wrapped around his right hand was tied there.
on the sword and pulled it out.
I saw the light of the sword flashing in the cage. By the time Eberron reacted, the sword had been fixed in front of the Demon King's forehead. It was clamped by two fingers and was motionless. It was as stable as the sword in the stone.
"Not bad skills, who are you?"
Bronn asked.
The devil flicked his hand, and the sword in his hand flew out. There was a burst of sparks, and the sword accurately cut off the handcuff on the old man's left hand.
"If you want to save your son, then come with me."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Eberron looked at it and saw that the sword was still in the cell. The old man's hands were not cuffed. He didn't see clearly what had just happened. If the other party wanted to kill him, he would probably be a corpse.
"Sir! Wait for me!"
He quickly chased after her.
The old man was the only one left in the cell, and he looked blankly at the sword beside him.