Chapter 79 in prison

Sewage flows in the dungeon under Breel City Hall.

Ning Chen sat in the sewage and leaned against the corner of the wall.

I don't know how long it has been since he was put in the dungeon. At first, he tried to distinguish the time, but later found that it was futile at all. There were no windows in the dungeon, and the outside world was always dark, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night.

Ning Chen is not particularly afraid of the night.

But the darkness here made him feel panicked.

The reason why the night is not terrible is that after the extreme darkness, there will eventually be dawn, but the darkness here seems to be endless.

Now Ning Chen has gradually got used to soaking in sewage and allowing unknown insects to climb on his body. You know, he was a little obsessed with cleanliness in his previous life.

In prison... Ning Chen sighed.

As long as he was locked up, he was hungry. Now Ning Chen's stomach is muttering, protesting the owner's disregard for the five internal organs temple.

Suddenly, there was a messy footsteps above his head, and then the closed iron door of the dungeon was pushed open, and a line of sunlight took the opportunity to get in. Ning Chen found that he was not used to the light, and the light made his eyes hurt.

The golden armor came in with the entourage.

He did not come down, but stood on the steps.

Ning Chen sneered. It turned out that he was also afraid of dirty water.

"Ha ha..." The other party suddenly laughed, and the laughter was from low to high, from light to heavy. With his hoarse voice, the scene seemed quite strange. "Is the dungeon comfortable, Ning Chen?"

Ning Chen didn't say anything. At this moment, he neither wanted to shake his tail and beg for mercy, nor did he want to provoke the other party to lose his life. He needed to calmly think about countermeasures.

At first, he couldn't calm down. He hated to stand in the sewage and felt that it was suffocating here, but now he can sit on the ground and breathe in the dirty air. Everything is just to survive and seek a truth.

"You killed the hotel owner and stole his money. I was ordered to put you to death and be executed at midnight at the intersection tomorrow." The golden armor said with a smile.

"Oh." Ning Chen was not surprised by the early arrival of death. When he was imprisoned in the dungeon, he did not expect that the other party could let him go. It was not a problem for him to die. The key is that he didn't want to die yet.

"As for this..." The other party shook the letter left by the shadow knight, "This will be my Agamand from now on."

Agamand? Ning Chen felt that the name was very familiar and tried to search in his mind.

Agamand did not give him a chance to think. He threw a piece of black bread into the sewage and threw it in front of Ning Chen: "Eat it!" I'm full today, and I won't be on the road until tomorrow. As for this letter, I will give it to her in person! Hahaha..."

The bread expands rapidly because of the absorption of sewage.

Ning Chen was really hungry and should not have eaten for a long time. He struggled and rationally ordered himself to eat it before he could maintain his breathing. But on the other hand, he was resisting the abominable bread soaked in sewage.

"Young master, what are you going to do?" A humpback undead asked Agamand.

"What should I do?" Agamand whispered, "Maybe in a short time, I, Agamand will be the king of Tirisfa!"

Dark City.

This is the royal district, where the high-level rulers of the dead discuss politics and the place where Queen Sylvanas's bedroom is located.

There is a royal band serving the Queen.

This morning, after the first bath.

The queen sat in front of the dressing table in a tulle, and the sad elegy echoed throughout the bedroom.

Looking at herself who had no skin in the mirror, there was a burst of sadness in the queen's heart.

Touching the powder in the box, once upon a time, she was also an ordinary girl who loved to dress up, but now, all this is meaningless to her. The dead bones are pale, so why let the pale bones bear more?

The maid serves the queen and wears a royal robe.

"Your Majesty, there is Consul Burrell asking for a meeting!" The messenger knelt down.

"Briel?" The queen has the most headache to hear the name of this place. Once something happens here, it must be a big deal.

There is no throne in the dark city.

The queen usually stands on the high platform to receive officials and foreign messengers.

At this moment, Agarmand is kneeling under the steps, respectfully waiting for the arrival of the queen.

Sylvanas walked to the high platform and looked at the minister under the steps: "What's the matter, consul?"

"Your Majesty, recently, the bloody crusaders have been rampant and killed our hotel owner, causing many passers to have nowhere to settle down. Agarmandet came to ask for orders and ask the Queen to allow me to conquer the bloody church."

"Oh?" The queen was quite surprised, "Although they live together on a piece of land, they have always been measured and dare not easily take risks to invade my village and town. Why is it so rampant this time?"

"That's right, and we did it when our defense was replaced and the defense in the village was the weakest!" Agamand lowered his head and dared not look up at the shining queen.

"Well, your request is allowed, but please cherish the lives of your children." The Queen said.

"Thank you for your approval!" Agarmand made a big salute and knelt down and retreated.

Just as he turned around and went out, something fell to the ground in his arms.

The guard picked it up and shouted at his back for a long time without looking back, so he gave it to the maid beside the queen. Since it was a minister's thing, it was the same to give it to the king.

"What?" The queen is careless. In fact, she doesn't care what the minister lost. If it is important, he will come back sooner or later. If it is an indifferent object, it doesn't matter if a son of a family like him lose a hundred pieces.

"Gun to the Queen." The maid put her hands up and said, "It's a letter."

"The letter?" The queen's heart, which had not been beating for a long time, seemed to beat in her chest and reached out to hold the things in the maid's hand.

The elegy still echoes throughout the bedroom, but at this time the queen's heart can no longer calm down.

Agamand's family is Burre's hereditary aristocracy. Although the place is small, it is famous. Not long ago, he just inherited his old father's mantel and became Burrell's consul.

When the old Agamand gave the scepter to his son, he repeatedly urged him to serve his own country, be loyal to the queen, and protect his people.

Agamand promised repeatedly, but he didn't think so. He always felt that he was not only a noble village official in his life, he was destined to be king, and he was destined to marry the beautiful undead queen. Only he deserved to be noble. The queen.

Agamand, an ambitious undead warrior, can do whatever he wants to get what he wants.