The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

After listening to the guard's reply, I smiled, with a very kind smile: "So, where are all the kidnapped children?"

The traffickers shouted injustice, and the acting was true and credible, so that people could not see the slightest flaws.

But how can I believe what they say-when the intelligence system of Fort Witchc is really eating?

I held my chin and thought for a while, then sighed softly. I regretted saying: "Since you refuse to say, then you are useless."

After all, there is no room for the other party to speak at all, and the knife will be cut, and in a flash, a living person will become a pile of minced meat.

The few traffickers next to him were terrified, their mouths wide open, and they couldn't make a sound.

They probably have never seen a similar scene-yes, Fort Witch has always used custody as the main method of targeting criminals and rarely carries capital punishment.

This is true internally and externally.

Unless it is an unforgivable sinner who has violated the laws of the Hefeng Mainland, he will be sentenced to death on the spot.

And my behavior is undoubtedly inhumane and inharmonious in the eyes of the people who don’t need to be re-examined. But no one will disagree, because I am the son of Master Dewey. Second to the two sires, don't say that just stabbing a few prisoners to death is to execute all the prisoners in the dungeon, and no one will jump out and say nothing.

The guard closed his eyes, and the guard watched all this with cold eyes. In the dungeon, only the horrified howling of the traffickers resounded through the empty and gloomy corridor.

"We are from Eri City!" A certain human trafficker who seemed to be frightened, shouted out these words like a collapse.

It seemed to him that the three words Ai Ruicheng would be their life-saving talisman.

If you are an honest person who abides by the law and discipline, these three words are naturally useful. After all, although the crime committed by the other party is serious, it is not a mortal crime. If you rashly kill people who are not your country, it is easy to cause international disputes.

But when am I a law-abiding person?

With a smile, he took out the call crystal, contacted the adventurer base in the capital city of Ai Rui, and found Carter Horton...'s secretary.

Probably after I heard that the person who contacted him was me, Carter Horton's blood pressure went up. For the sake of his life, choose to talk to me indirectly through the secretary line.

"Please tell Carter Horton. I just executed a group of human traffickers here. One of the traffickers said he was from Eri City. Since he is from Eri City, he can't get rid of it. So I want to ask, you The people of Ai Ruicheng contacted me Fort Vitch and abducted children. What should I do?"

When the secretary responded with a ‘know’, I added: "Oh, yes, I forgot to say that if this matter does not give me a satisfactory result, I will not give up."

The secretary replied repeatedly, then said and waited for a while, then there was no voice.

During the time when the secretary's voice disappeared, the expressions of the traffickers on the scene were shocked, and some traffickers shouted hoarsely that all this was fake, and I acted for them to show them to death.

I didn't bother to pay attention to such people, but waited quietly for the call.

About a quarter of an hour later, the call rang again, still in the secretary’s voice: "Your Majesty said that there are no traffickers in Eri City who can abduct children from Fort Witch. These people must not be from Eri City, or you can ask others town?"

"Okay, I will trouble you." After that, I hung up the call.

As for the compensation that satisfies me, I never mentioned it again.

Because I knew that Carter Horton was able to reply to me like this. On the one hand, he didn’t want to bother about these traffickers and was not willing to waste time on them. On the other hand, he didn’t want to cut meat. The state of being wasteful, resources, money, etc., can save a little bit, and there is no point in spending too much energy on these things.

"Here, Carter Horton said, you are not from Eri City."

"Yes, we are from York City!" Another human trafficker rolled his eyes, full of eagerness to survive.

"York, Seoul?" I nodded, "Okay, I see."

Then, I contacted Simmons Rock.

The latter heard about the traffickers, and said without hesitation: "Kill it, kill them all, the province will harm the world."

Hanging up the call, I chuckled. In the desperate gaze of the traffickers, I waved a large knife and chopped the traffickers into pieces.

The reason why I did not continue to ask about the kidnapped children was because even if they were asked, if they wanted to get them back, they had to rely on diplomatic means to get them back.

In this process, these human traffickers played no role.

After the human traffickers were killed, guards naturally cleaned the ground and the soles of the shoes, and I continued to wander around in the dungeon.

This time, the voice calling for help was much less, more, it was deathly silence.

Going down one floor after another, we soon came to the floor where the corpse thieves were held.

"Where are the first batch of corpse thieves?" I asked in a low voice.

Under the leadership of the guards, we quickly found the first batch of imprisoned corpse thieves.

At this time, they had a decadent face, yellow and thin faces, as if they were not getting enough to eat.

In fact, their lives are much better than those of the poor in Erri City. Although the daily food is monotonous and simple, it is not a problem to eat enough, and there are four sets of prison uniforms a year, two sets of summer, two sets of winter, and Give them a short bath time and a short laundry time every day.

This is not to show how humane Fort Witch is, but the guards did not want to stay with the dirty and dirty prisoners, so they asked the chief in charge of the dungeon to improve the prisoners' living environment.

After the actual inspection, the chief agreed to their request and laid down a series of rules.

When I came to the prison door, I quietly looked at the depressed people inside.

The few people held in the prison are all men, and they are not young anymore, and they have been held for a long time at first glance.

After they saw me, the first expression they showed was astonished.

After a long silence, one of the prisoners asked in a low voice, "Is the adult human?"

I ignored their questioning, but instead asked them, "Are you corpse thieves?"

"In reply to your lord, we are corpse thieves."

The prisoner who was interrogating saw me and asked him back, was silent for a second, and replied.

"How long have you been locked here?" I asked again.

"My Lord, thirty years."

"Are you the only people in the Corpse Thieves team?" I asked again.

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