When Arthur's consciousness belonged to him again, he found that he once again came to the chaotic space in the sea of consciousness, the space where Kama lived with countless huge electric light balls and vines. Arthur let his conscious body float in mid-air, far away
Thunder was rolling everywhere, and the nearby electric light ball was conveying through Arthur's mind that he wanted to invade his body. The familiar environment, the familiar place, but he was no longer a wizard who was forced to be trapped here. This time
The reason why I entered the chaotic space was because I was lured in by the strange fragrance carried by the soldiers in brown uniforms.
Through the exchanges between the members of the Hermit Society, Arthur learned that almost every wizard will enter his own "chaotic space". Although the shape of each wizard's "chaotic space consciousness sea" is not exactly the same, it is roughly the same.
It is gathered by the various elements of Kama. These things can only be known by joining an organization belonging to wizards. Otherwise, if Arthur hadn't discovered it by himself, even if Parrish knew about it, he would never have remembered to tell him in his lifetime.
These wizard things.
"Arthur... wake up."
Well, who is calling me again? The voice sounds a bit like... a nighthawk? Arthur raised his head and looked at the top of the chaotic space. It seems that he has reached the place where those perverted nobles play games.
Arthur opened his eyes suddenly, stood up from the floor tiles where he was lying, and sat on the ground to look at the surrounding environment.
These are dozens of prisons built in the dark underground. Torches and torches are the only sources of light. Water is constantly dripping from the top of the head. The entire dungeon is mixed with the unpleasant smell of blood and excrement. Arthur rubbed himself
With his heavy head, he looked towards the opposite side where the voice had just called him. There, a one-armed giant wolf with blue and white fur was calling his name softly through the iron railing.
"Arthur! How are you?" Nighthawk sneered and looked at the confused Arthur. It felt that the way Arthur had just woken up and his eyes were wandering was the only joke it had in the dungeon these days.
Arthur slowly moved to the railing door and pulled hard on the railing, but lost all his strength the moment his hand touched the railing. Damn it, is it Wu Ti? This bastard Mozkov is really rich, but it seems that it is only mine.
The prison is made of this kind of material. Arthur looked at the railings of Nighthawk on the opposite side. Judging from the appearance, it was indeed made of iron. He responded to Nighthawk: "It's not bad... I'm a little dizzy. How are you? I was there a few days ago."
Just looking for you..."
Nighthawk pointed to the cell next to him, where a familiar figure with yellow hair was resting on his side: "I can't tell the time down here. I didn't expect you to be arrested too, and I have many old people down here."
Familiar, look, the one sleeping over there is Jess."
Nighthawk then pointed to the cells on both sides of Arthur: "Most of them are my acquaintances. The one on your left is also a wizard, the gold wizard Qanon, and the one on your right should be Sheldon, the mastermind of the fugitive serial female murderer.
, The fighting ability is pretty good, and he has won several consecutive victories in my fighting gym." Arthur followed Nighthawk's introduction and looked at the inmates on both sides. Sheldo was a thin, middle-aged man with silver hair and a beard.
After hearing Nighthawk's words, the murderer, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked up to the sky and laughed: "Nighthawk, don't flatter me so much. My little tricks are the difference between a child and an adult in front of you."
Canon, who was silent on the other end, also heard Nighthawk's introduction. He was more interested in what Nighthawk said. The handsome slender wizard with blond hair leaned slightly towards Arthur: "Sir, are you also a wizard?"
?"
Arthur nodded simply. There were only six independent cells nearby that could see each other clearly. But judging from the happy atmosphere around them, they didn't know what would happen yet. Arthur continued to Nighthawk: "Nighthawk"
Eagle, do you know what we need to do here?"
"I don't know. At first I thought we were being lynched for something we did. For example, Sheldo, he killed someone, and Qanon, he was a wizard. The only thing that puzzled me was why they used force to knock us out.
But when the uncle next to me came in, I knew that my guess was wrong. He was a meritorious knight who had been in decline for thirty years. I asked his name and his name was Sapalo. He had been living in the East District and made a living by scavenging.
, I have never done anything bad. If I have to count, it is poverty." Nighthawk pointed at the thin old man sitting on the other side with his back to Arthur. Arthur could feel the burst of hidden energy in the other person's body.
Although he had a certain amount of strength, his aura was like that of a lion without teeth. Arthur's expression was even darker. He didn't expect that such an old man would be caught. He picked up a dead mouse on the ground and threw it out of his cell.
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Except for Jace, who was resting, everyone around him noticed that Arthur seemed to know something inside, and cast their eyes on him. Nighthawk put away his cynical expression and stuck out his tongue: "Arthur, what do you know?"
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"This time, we were not caught because we did something wrong. We only exist to entertain people in the upper class. You guys, we now exist as pawns in a 'game'. This game lasted three years."
Some homeless people were forced to participate in the past. You may have heard that what we want to participate in is a death game that is about life." Arthur smiled bitterly and sat down on the adobe floor mixed with various stolen goods. The expressions of several people around him
Big change. If they were just in jail, a few of them wouldn't have such expressions, but participating in the death game is another matter.
"Game of death?" Jace's voice came slowly. He woke up at some point and sat on the ground with broken lenses. There seemed to be an evil light in his eyes. The gold-rimmed glasses he was wearing were shot because he provoked the soldiers.
To break it, but he obviously didn't care how he looked. Sheldo in the cell opposite Jace also changed from the initial shock to bloodthirsty. He licked the corners of his dirty and stubbled mouth: "Game of death,
It sounds interesting. There are at least 20 people who have been arrested now. That means the 20 of us are fighting each other. Jace, I have long wanted to know how strong you are, so I can give it a try. It looks like
She is elegant and should have the same fragrance as those dead women."
"Sheldo, do you know what you and the wild dog have in common? That is that you both can only bark and eat." Jess fought back against Sheldo without mercy. The two murderers were kidnapped and have been here ever since.
The quarrel kept going on and on, and even Nighthawk couldn't stop it.
Just when Nighthawk was about to continue asking for details, the rumble of military boots on the ground came from a distance, and the sound of dozens of soldiers' boots in the narrow space was particularly harsh. Arthur turned his attention to the two soldiers in brown uniforms who were walking toward them.
, the person on the left is holding several metal collars in his hand. The collars seem to weigh several pounds, and the attached accessories are a pair of equally heavy handcuffs.
The soldier walked to the door of Sheldo's cell and stuffed the collar and handcuffs into the cell through the gap in the iron railings. The soldier yelled at Sheldo and asked him to put the collar on his neck, and then used a rusty
The key was inserted into the iron door of Sheldo's cell and Sheldo was taken out of the cell. It was Arthur's turn next.
Seeing a heavy collar different from the one worn by Sheldon thrown in front of him, Arthur hesitated for a moment and put it on his neck, all his strength was draining. The black titanium collar... Arthur was rude to the soldiers.
He walked out of the cell with a gentle push and stood in the middle of the dungeon corridor waiting for the next instruction. The constant loss of elemental power made Arthur feel a little dazed. He recalled the scene when he first met Ugor, when Ugor was being arbitrated.
Captured by the police, Ugor appeared to be full of energy under the restraints of black titanium handcuffs. This was due to the short-handled scepter used by Ugor, which could transfer and temporarily store elemental power.
Being able to be immune to the restrictions and effects of black titan on wizards like ordinary orcs.
By the way, Arthur suddenly remembered something. He took advantage of the soldiers to handcuff his hands behind his back, and touched the middle finger of his right hand with his left hand, but did not find the existence of the Hebrew ring. There was nothing he could do now, Arthur adjusted his disappointment.
Emotions, waiting for Jace in the last prison to walk out of the prison, Nighthawk ignored the huge iron ring against him, and put his only remaining right arm on Arthur and Canon, talking about the harsh environment of the underground prison, Sher
Duo and Jace ignored the soldiers and started talking directly. Among the six, only the old knight Sapalo followed them dejectedly without saying a word.
"Where are we going?" Nighthawk bent down and hugged the soldier who was leading them to the upper level, but was pressed against his chin by a spear. "Get away, stupid orcs, and follow us quietly."
Nighthawk pretended to be aggrieved, cursed in a low voice for being unkind, and returned to Arthur with handcuffs. "I smelled the aroma of rich food. It was interesting. Could it be that we were given a good meal before we started playing games?"
If it weren’t for the prefix of death in front of this game, I would really want to play it twice more.”
Nighthawk's words seemed to come true. When Arthur's six restrained prisoners were brought to the upper level of the dungeon by soldiers, Arthur saw a long table placed in the center of the huge bunker.
Luxurious food.
There are not only Brighton's famous dishes, the beef-based Heath stew, rum from the West Continent, goose head and rabbit meat, oyster white bread, enough Heath beer and a one-meter-long roasted whole lamb. At this moment
Fourteen prisoners with the same heavy shackles as Arthur were already sitting on the table. They were already sitting on both sides of the long table and feasting. Some were wondering why they were arrested and had such sumptuous dishes. Some were demanding that the prisoners standing at attention solemnly behind them
Can a soldier apply to have his family see him?
Everyone regards themselves as prisoners, no one knows that they are just toys that are not valued.
Sitting at the top of the long table was the Marquis named Mozkov. The white-haired man with age spots was holding a wine glass and sipping spicy rum. When he saw the last six prisoners in place,
He stood up from the velvet sofa tremblingly, raised the wine glass high, and looked at the lookless prisoners, retired officers and wizards below with a smile.
"Come and enjoy the delicious food I have prepared for you, scum, this is your last supper."