The huge movement in the dungeon attracted the attention of the warden. He dragged his keys and staggered in.
"Don't bark, you dead dog."
Before entering, he even yelled at the watchdog outside to quiet down.
The warden had a long bunch of keys hanging on his waist. When he walked, the whole bunch of keys jingled, like bells blown by the wind, reminding the people in the prison that the evil dog was coming.
However, today, he ushered in a dog butcher.
Aliria was sneaking in the darkness, and just when the warden noticed something was wrong, a sharp knife flashed out of the darkness, with a sad light, and was placed on his throat.
With her hands and feet free, Aliria looked like a vigorous cheetah in the dark, with top-notch movement and hiding abilities. By the time the warden reacted, it was already too late.
He had scars on his face, and although he had a sharp knife pressed against his throat, his legs did not immediately weaken like the two jailers. After all, he had served in the regular army of the empire, and was recruited by the slave traders of Marienburg as a warden after he retired.
official.
"Well, it seems I was careless and fell into the hands of a girl."
The warden blurted out a curse. He could smell the charming fragrance of the female elf, but to him, this was the venom of a poisonous snake. It must have been that these two little bastards were seduced by this poisonous snake.
"That's not the only thing you're careless about."
The female elf said, grabbing the handcuffs around his waist and cuffing them to the chair with her backhand.
Then, Aliria walked over slowly, her beautiful face so calm and unruffled. She stared at the warden, an old man in his fifties, with stubble covering his cheeks and
Chin. His rough skin seemed to have experienced the baptism of time. However, compared to Aliria's calmness, he still seemed a little nervous.
Despite the wind, frost, rain and dew, although the female elf looks like she is only in her twenties, she has spent hundreds of years in the forest.
"Say, where are my weapons?"
In the light of the fire, Aliria walked to the opposite side of the warden and looked at him with a sullen face.
"You damn bitch, don't even think about escaping from here. Even if you kidnap me, you can't escape."
The warden yelled and cursed loudly.
But what he received was a violent punch, and a shadow struck in the darkness. The warden's nose was directly smashed, and scarlet warm blood flowed from the broken bridge of the nose, staining the entire mouth red.
"You could still live, but now, I don't plan to let you live."
Aliria didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore. After speaking, she took out a bottle of green potion from her arms, which was just found from the clothes of the two jailers - the Confession Potion, a masterpiece of the empire's alchemists.
Limburg was once the most prosperous port city in the empire, and various potions had long been available to the public. In order to interrogate the "prisoners", they had nothing.
During the struggle, the warden was given a strong drink. Aliria closed his mouth, and the potion mixed with blood flowed down his throat.
After a while, the warden who was tied to the chair began to look dazed.
His will was still resisting, but under the continuous effects of the medicine, his body began to lose control.
"On the upper level of the warehouse, in the gem area..."
The warden's mouth opened and closed, and the vague words turned into effective information and flowed into Aliria's ears.
"It seems that he is quite knowledgeable."
Aliria hummed softly. She stabbed the warden in the neck. The warden convulsed for a while before he died. The greasy blood dyed his clothes completely dark red...
"Come with me, you will only suffer worse torture if you stay here."
Withdrawing the dagger, Aliria walked up to the woman and motioned for her to follow. However, the woman who had been beaten and tortured into a state of disgrace had obviously lost the confidence to escape. She was afraid of more severe punches and kicks.
Violence adds up.
The woman pointed outside the house. The roars of several vicious dogs were coming through the dungeon door. It was chilling. Aliria turned around and found that almost everyone was like this, hiding in the cell, shivering. Violence
, turning originally living people into dying animals...What flashed in their eyes was no longer survival or desire for freedom, but submission and fear of violence.
In desperation, Aliria could only act alone. She pocketed all the weapons on the warden's body. She put on light leather boots and put on the warden's iron-locked gloves. When necessary, these were also weapons.
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When the female elf walked out of the cell, people heard the screams of those vicious dogs...
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Marienburg, the villa on the hill in the southwest corner of the city was the home of the great slave trader Jerrys.
This is a large three-story house, as luxurious as the alderman's mansion. In fact, as a big slave trader in Marienburg, Jerrys' wealth gained over the years is indispensable to the alderman's contribution. He will make the profits
Most of the money was given to the people in power in the city, in exchange for countless wealth and prominent status.
He cherishes everything he owns, which was obtained with the blood and tears of countless people. For wealth and status, he has long given up the so-called kindness and order.
At night, the villa is gorgeous and noble, and the fountain in the courtyard spits out clear spring water, which is so sweet and clear that you can even drink it directly. Even though millions of people in the city may still be drinking dirty water, it is none of his business.
Jerrys was sitting in the hall drinking a small drink. The firelight flickered on the dark walls, and the twisted shadow of the statue of Poseidon Mannan spread over half of the hall.
Jareth felt extremely satisfied. The luxurious decorations all around seemed to be covered with gold. He felt as if he was sitting on a throne made of gold, and the thugs he hired seemed to be his people.
"Moss, come out and tell me that a few more mice died today. You have to take it easy during this period. There are not many new goods, and the old ones have to be sold slowly."
Jerrys sat on the ivory white chair, holding a wine glass, and murmured to the shadow. At this time, the warden would come to his home and report on the situation in the dungeon. The guard would let him in directly. The warden was
There are only a few people who can enter the inner hall without announcing it.
However, today, he felt something was not right. The rough footsteps in the past were replaced by footsteps as light as a bobcat, and, according to Moss's past practice, he would come directly over to report the situation. However, he called
Twice, still no answer.
A slender figure suddenly appeared on the wall illuminated by fire. Just as Jaris was about to call for the guards, a cold dagger was placed on his neck.
Aliria's movements are as agile and silent as ever. She is more agile than the best assassins in human society, and is good at sneaking and hiding.
"I heard about you from others."
Aliria whispered, her slender fingers holding the dagger, her eyes showing hatred and contempt.
Human beings, in her opinion, are really bugs in the ditch, polluting the world.
"You...you...what do you want? We have something to discuss. I can give you the key to the vault. Take it as you wish. Put down the knife first..."
Under fear, Jareth's voice trembled. In the past, this was how he interrogated his slaves, but now, he had become a piece of meat on the chopping board.
"What do I want?" Aliria sneered, "I just want your life."
After saying that, she slit the throat of the big slave trader like a chicken. Her hands were always so clean and neat. When the greasy blood spurted out, the female elf didn't even take a second look. She grabbed a piece of the slave owner's body.
Use a clean cloth to wipe off the blood on the dagger. Then, put all the gold jewelry in the mansion that can be taken away into packages. She needs a long trip, and the captains of the smuggling merchant ships need a lot of them.
Money. As long as they have money, they can do anything...