The Emerald Tower

"It's not your fault! It's that they have been trained like this...so, the usual methods are useless at all!" Dean said with a smile.

"Then Dean, do you have a better way?"

Ellen looked at the young man beside him with surprise.

"No, I just tried it briefly-not sure, but it's better than doing nothing?"

Dean said with a shrug.

"Well, these **** guys are like rats in the barn, all pervasive... right here, watch out the steps!"

The head guard nodded, his tone of helplessness, and then, in front of a cellar in the side yard of the Baron’s mansion, he stopped and opened the wooden door covered with it, revealing the stairs leading to the ground; and It is not a very flat one, but a ladder with pits and pits and gaps at the corners, so that there is no way for people's feet to be completely placed on this ladder, only the soles of the feet are sideways.

And this naturally turned his body sideways, giving Dean the feeling that he was stepping down slowly, as if he was pedaling a bicycle.

Of course, the range of each movement is much larger, because the height of each level of these uneven steps is nearly two feet high.

Dean believes that this place will be the most troublesome place if he changes to a short child or a child.

There are about twenty steps, which are not straight down, but slightly rotated-most of the underground buildings in Jade will have this approach.

Not only the architectural style, but also to make the whole building more stable and not to collapse.

And at the end of the steps. It is a wooden door tall one person. Years and oil stains have already made it invisible to its original color. A slap-sized window, behind three thin iron strips of index fingers, there is a human face trying to use the firelight to make himself see more clearly——

"team leader!"

When I saw Ellen, the guard inside whispered softly.

Then, opened the door.

Squeak!

The door shaft without oil made such a slightly harsh noise, and it also showed that the door was a bit thicker than expected.

Behind the door. A guard was standing under the torch.

"Lord Zelgaon!"

After seeing Dean clearly, the guard greeted again.

Dean waved his hand with a smile, stopped temporarily, and waited for Ellen's arrangement-although the relationship between the two parties is very good, it does not mean that Dean can go beyond the other side; after all, this is Tyrrell, not His Zelgon collar.

"How about Ramoz?"

Ellen walked forward and asked directly.

"It's still the same, nothing has improved... It's just the words that turn over and over again!"

The guard lit the oil lamp by his feet while talking.

Suddenly, the damp, dark porch. There is more light, even. It makes people feel warmer; Ellenl waved at Dean, and immediately the three of them walked towards the real dungeon.

The guards walked at the forefront, Ellen walked in the middle, and Dean was at the end.

It's not that it's not like walking side by side, but the narrow corridor here can't accommodate two people walking together.

Undoubtedly, this is the genius of the original designer.

The narrow corridors limit the number of people, and the low doors make it more difficult to pass. Even if there is an accident inside, just two or three people outside are enough to deal with most situations.

However, the designer never thought of the kindness of the lord here.

The prisons along the way were basically empty.

There was only someone in the last room, and it was Dean's goal.

There was only one person in the huge dungeon, so there was only one guard before, which made sense.

"Dean, leave it to you!"

Passed the key to the prison door and the oil lamp to Dean, Ellen and the guard, leaning sideways, and passing Dean sideways, soon the figure disappeared into the darkness, only the time left , Clear footsteps.

For this, Dean expressed his thanks.

Thanks to Ellen for leaving him such a "relaxed" space-of course, Dean knows that this is not simply a friendship between the two sides. With Ellen's personality, no matter how good the private relationship is, he will not do it. Out of such behavior.

It was because of Baron Tyre's previous orders that he had already appeared as a lord of the land.

Of course, the alliance between Tyre and Zelgaon is also a top priority.

However, even so, Dean still has gratitude to Ellen.

Therefore, regardless of whether the opponent can see it or not, Dean leaned in the direction of the footsteps, and then he took the key to open the cell.

Click!

In the crisp sound of the lock cylinder, the cell door slammed straight, Dean placed the oil lamp in front of him and pushed the cell door open.

Squeaky...

Dean walked into the cell in a sound that was even worse than before. He was not worried about any accidents, such as sudden attacks, that might happen.

But just a guy close to the knight level, for Dean at this moment, there is no danger at all.

What's more, in Dean's perception, the opponent didn't even mean to move.

In other words, the opponent can't even move at all.

After all, it is too difficult for people whose limbs have been interrupted to act as usual.

And Ramoz in front of him was not only broken off his limbs, but also full of scars all over his body-most of them were scars left by the lashes, and some were cut downstairs after sharp tools.

At this moment, some of these scars are crusted, but most of them are pus-filled.

Especially in this underground, in the increasingly cold temperature, the opponent's body was blue and purple, if it weren't for the dry straw, the opponent would have frozen to death.

However, even if there is no real death.

Under Dean's observation, the opponent was not far from death.

At least, the other party couldn't survive the winter that Tyre led.

"Ramoz!"

Dean shouted like this.

The other party didn't even lift his head. It seems to be a deep sleep. It also seemed to be in a coma.

"Okay. You may not recognize my voice, but should you know my person? After all, I sent you here!"

Dean shrugged, and there was a hint of frivolousness in his tone.

And such frivolousness, or the content of the words, finally attracted the other party's attention.

Much faster than the dying person, the opponent suddenly raised his head.

By the light of the oil lamp. After seeing that it was Dean, a touch of hatred immediately emerged, especially after discovering that Dean was well-dressed at the moment, that hatred was simply going to be reduced to substance.

"Oh, uh..."

There was a murmur accompanied by a cough, with spite and curse.

Dean ignored these and waited quietly for the other person's breathing to subside again, then continued to look at the other person and said, "I'm here to see you not for a long time, but to..."

Speaking of which. Dean lowered his voice purposely.

"Do you know how you failed? It's not that you have a problem, but that the people around you have some problems!"

Dean's words were full of sarcasm.

The eyes are looking at the other's eyes quietly. Dean smiled when he saw the opponent lost consciousness for a while, and then more regrets poured out.

Dean was not familiar with Ramoz.

In fact, seriously, and the other party is just one side.

If it weren't for the [Devil Blood Dagger], Dean would never pay attention to the opponent again-dying in such an unknown dungeon, this is the opponent's nearest home, isn't it?

Just like what the other party had done before, it seemed to Dean to be unhappy with retribution.

However, since the opponent has something to do with [Devil Blood Dagger], then he has to be more serious.

First of all, Ellen's words told Dean that the other party was a tough one, and it would definitely be impossible to force it.

Secondly, the other party has studied for the [Devil Blood Dagger] for thirty years, obviously it is extremely patient, if it is used up, it will not work.

So, how can such a tough and determined person pry open the other's mouth?

After Dean thought a little, he found a breakthrough.

The opponent has an ally: the bandit leader who was originally led by Defendi and now led by Zelgan.

Although the opponent was killed by him.

However, Ramoz didn’t know about this, so some things are promising--

"Defendi collar...well, the original Defendi collar, now the Zelgon collar, my full name is Dean Ken Zelgaon-yes, yes, just what you think, originally The Defendi collar of Germany has now become my territory; of course, this has part of your credit. If it weren't for you, how could I get everything now?"

Dean squinted his eyes with a smile, and his voice became even lower, almost inaudible.

"Thank you for your [Devil Blood Dagger], it gave me the power now!"

Wow!

Almost at the moment when the words ‘devil blood dagger’ were exiting, Ramoz, who was still dying before, stood up like this, and rushed towards Dean forcefully.

However, it was easily passed by Dean.

The opponent rushed straight into the air, just like that, and fell into another corner by the wall~www.readwn.com~ When I met you before, my strength was slightly higher than you, and now... Really, I was already a great knight a few days ago-in a short period of less than four months, [Devil Blood Dagger] is more powerful and easy to use than you think, isn't it? "

As Dean spoke, he raised his palm and extended his index finger.

call!

A flame appeared on the fingertips.

"Look, this is also the power in it, thank you, and the guy who whispered to me!"

The flames of the fingers intertwined with the light of the oil lamp on the side, and Ramoz in the corner of Dean looked so hateful and **** it!

"Mine, that's mine! Give it back to me!"

Ramoz growled and rushed towards Dean like a beast.

ps first update~ (to be continued...)()