Damn it!
Yorko did not know what was going on outside, but he knew it was not a good thing.
"Black Money" was an exhibition organized by the most powerful local businessmen. Except for the illegal auction items, everything else was the same as a regular exhibition. " He cursed Otto ten thousand times in his heart. First, the auction price was wrong, and now someone came to him. If he had known this, he would not have agreed to it.
Yorko looked around, trying to find something to defend himself with, but there was nothing in the room except some tools for torturing the slaves.
Just then, the door of the inner room was pushed open and a figure flashed in.
Yorko knelt down without hesitation. "Spare me! I'll give you whatever you want... "
But the person didn't stop at all. Instead, he leaped and pounced towards him.
"Oh no!" He subconsciously held his head and fell to one side, hoping to avoid the attack.
"No, Annie!"
Amy shouted at the same time.
Following the witch's voice, the cold wind that swept his cheeks suddenly stopped. Yorko looked sideways and found that it was a wooden stick, which seemed to be broken from a chair.
If he were to be hit, he would probably be knocked unconscious immediately, which would be considered a light punishment.
Then, he was grabbed by the arm by a big hand, lifted up, and pressed on the bed with his back to her.
"Didn't he do anything to you?" The voice sounded a little hoarse, and it was difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
"He said... he came to save me."
"You've been cheated again, Amy." The person shook her head, twisted Yorko's hands behind his back, and tied them up skillfully. "Spending four thousand Golden Dragons to save a strange witch? This is not a small sum of money. Even your father would need to save up his entire life to accumulate so many gold royals. "
"Eh... Is, is that so?"
He knew the auction price so well. Was he really the guy who competed with him? But at that time, the karst cave was dark except for the bright booth. How did this guy recognize him and follow him to room 76?
Yorko knew that his life was at stake. This time, he did not lobby for his old friend or Otto, but to save himself.
"I didn't lie to her! I'm the ambassador of Graycastle, and it's the king's order to save the witch! "
"Graycastle's... ambassador?"
Yorko knew it would work when he felt the hand on his back tremble slightly.
"Yes, you've heard of Roland Wimbledon, haven't you? He's the fourth son of Wimbledon III, the king of Graycastle, and he's very friendly to witches! He firmly believes that witches are no different from ordinary people. He even fought with the church to let witches live freely in his territory! It's all true, I swear! "
The visitor might not know who Roland was, but everyone in the City of Glow knew that the church and Graycastle had suffered a crushing defeat at Coldwind Ridge. He even knew that the news was spread by Hill Fawkes and his helpers. The Church had always been the number one enemy of the witches. Those who could defeat the Church, no matter for what reason, would most likely win the goodwill and respect of the witches.
As expected, the hand on his back loosened a lot. He was then turned over and pulled up from the bed. Yorko finally saw the face of the person who attacked him.
The person who was called Annie … was probably a woman. Even though she was covered by a long robe, her body was shockingly tall and sturdy. Her appearance was incomparably heroic — two sword-like eyebrows were slightly tilted upwards, her eyes were long and narrow, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead. If her voice was a little lower, he would believe that she was a man, but her appearance was somewhat enviable.
"In that case, why didn't you unlock Amy?"
"This question again..." Yorko had to repeat what he said before. "I did it for her safety. It would be more dangerous if she didn't believe me and sneaked out."
"Where are you going to take her?" Annie was obviously not as easy to coax as Amy. She did not comment on Yorko's words. "Are you going to give her to the King of Graycastle?"
"Of course — no," he corrected himself in the middle of his sentence, "my old friend doesn't treat the witches as slaves. There are many witches living in his domain, just like normal people. Moreover, they have formed an organization to protect the rights of their own kind —"
"Enough!" Annie interrupted him sharply.
Yorko immediately shut his mouth. He had heard about these things when he was chatting with Hill. He heard that when the demonic plague broke out in the king's city, His Majesty relied on the power of the Witch Union to contain the plague released by the church. This was obviously a good thing, but he did not know why Annie's face became very gloomy.
"It sounds like the Bloodfang Association." Annie's voice turned cold. "They used to advertise themselves like this."
"Blood... what?" Yorko was startled and had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Witches can only believe in themselves, not the promises of the nobles." She glanced around the room and quickly found the key hanging on the wall.
"Wait, you want to take her away? We're underground. As you saw when you came in, the karst cave was full of guards. How are you going to get out? "
"I have my own way. You don't need to worry about it." Annie unlocked the lock and put Amy down. She then grabbed Yorko and locked one of his feet on the anklet.
"You really don't want to think about it?" Yorko became a little braver when he saw that Annie did not seem to want to kill him. He obediently let Annie do what she wanted and made a final attempt. "It's more appropriate for me to take her out. I'll hand her over to you after we get out of the courtyard. In this way, it won't easily arouse suspicion and won't leave any traces."
"It sounds really good, but it's also possible that I'll be greeted by swords and God's Stones when I get out." Annie remained unmoved. "I once made a big mistake because I was too gullible. I won't make the same mistake again."
After Yorko was secured, she dragged No. 76 in. She also tied her hands behind her back and locked one of her feet.
"You didn't kill her?"
No. 76's head was stained with blood. Apparently, she had been badly beaten. She was still in a coma, but judging from the slight rise and fall of her chest, she was still alive.
"It's not too late to kill her after I save Amy. You too." Annie's words made Yorko tremble. "But I won't kill you now for the sake of the King of Graycastle defeating the church. Maybe we all owe him a thank you, but it doesn't mean that I'll unconditionally trust him. "
"I'll bring this to His Majesty. In addition, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to the residence of the ambassador to ask for my help. " "Of course, it's better if you don't come. We can all save a lot of effort." Yorko thought it was better this way. He had tried his best anyway. He could not force them to go to Graycastle. Even his old friends could not blame him.
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