"Ah!! I'll talk! I'm sorry! Spare me! I've locked General Bloan up in the dungeon, the dungeon! Spare me! Please let me go! I'm going to die, I'm going to die! "
The fat king screamed like an animal. The Demon King grabbed his swollen hand and pressed it against the ground. Stepping on his waist, he gently twisted the king's hand.
"If you want to live longer, I hope you'll learn to be smarter, Your Majesty."
The Demon King's voice was cold as he shook off the king's hand. The king screamed and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Bloan didn't take him seriously at all. He wasn't even worth a servant.
The king was crying on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"Ugh! Why didn't you help me?! "
He cursed, pounding the ground like a child.
The ministers were already trembling in fear at the sight of the Dark Knight. They had never expected that the Dark Knight would attack and beat the King up after asking a question. He didn't take him seriously at all.
"M-Your Majesty, are you alright?"
"Get out of my way, you good-for-nothings!"
Kingsley got up from the ground and left the room full of junk without looking back. He finally understood that the ministers were useless. He wasn't as important as he thought. The so-called 'King' was just a title. He was just a fat man with a crown on his head.
The dungeon was still under the control of the imperial soldiers. The Demon King wasn't interested in prisoners, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Now, he was in the dungeon. It was cold and eerie. Torches burned along the walls, making them darker than the night.
"Who goes there?!"
"You are?"
A few prison guards stopped the Demon King. They didn't recognize him. While they knew what happened above, they hadn't seen Eibron or the Demon King before.
"Take me to Bloan."
The Demon King ordered. The two prison guards were stunned for a moment. They had a bad premonition. They did not know the man in front of them, nor had they heard the order from above. However, the other party's attitude and aura made them feel that he was a big shot, so they didn't dare to act rashly.
"Who are you?"
Just as they were about to ask the question, footsteps could be heard from outside. Eibron and a group of soldiers had arrived.
"Milord, why didn't you inform me that you're back? You idiots, get out of my way! "
Eibron hurried forward and shouted.
"Yes!"
The prison guard hurriedly pushed the door open, not even daring to raise his head. News of the king's imprisonment and Eibron's theft had spread like wildfire throughout the city. What they didn't know was that there was someone so powerful that even Eibron had to treat him with respect.
"Who are you looking for, my lord? Just tell me and I'll bring him to you right away. Whether he's dead or alive, I can do it. You don't have to do it yourself … "
"There seems to be a few more people in the cell, Eibron."
The Demon King's cold voice sent a chill down Eibron's spine.
Pairs of eyes stared at them from both sides of the cell. Suddenly, someone leaned against the bars and wailed, "I'm innocent, my lord! I didn't embezzle anything, I didn't … "
It was someone who'd been whipped. His body was covered in scars.
Eibron glared at him and clenched his fists. He wanted to kill him right there and then.
That's right, the person locked up was the former chief tax official of King City, but he was now a prisoner.
"I'll remind you one more time. I know your every move. Don't do anything stupid, got it?"
"Y-yes, I'm sorry, my lord …"
Eibron's forehead was covered in sweat. He lowered his head, his heart racing.
The soldiers behind him were all Eibron's men. The Demon King, on the other hand, was alone in this prison.
Maybe … maybe he could …
The more he thought about it, the faster his heart raced. If he could break free, he'd be king. The highest level a merchant could achieve was to set the rules. A king's job was to do so.
Eibron couldn't help but want to do so. He'd already experienced the power of power and was intoxicated by it. Unparalleled power was something a merchant would risk his life for. He wanted to take a gamble.
But he still relaxed his fists. This was the first time his rationality had won over his desire.
"If you're looking for Bloan, he's here."
Eibron bowed and nodded. He was a coward. He'd never risk himself.
The third level of the prison was even darker. The ground was still damp, and the air was filled with the smell of age.
A burly old man appeared in one of the cells. His head was lowered as he sat facing the bars.
"You're Bloan?"
The Demon King asked. He could see the magic on the other party's body, and this old man's magic level was very impressive. He must have been a powerful warrior when he was young. It was just that he was much weaker now, and he could see that.
The old man seemed to have woken up. He looked at the feet of the others and closed his eyes again, as if sleepy.
"Why are you looking for an old man who's about to die?"
"I don't think a warrior should die in a cold, damp cell. Can you still hold a sword?"
"Hmph, I'll cut off your heads while I'm at it."
Suddenly, a sharp sword stabbed into the ground in front of him. Bloan's eyes widened. The blade was like a mirror. It was a good sword!
He raised his head and looked at the man who was half-melted into the darkness.
"Are you looking down on me?"
Bloan's face darkened. The man didn't speak.
That pissed him off.
Suddenly, he lifted his leg and kicked the hilt of the sword. The sword instantly flew up and cut off the chain hanging on the wall. He released his right hand. Then, with a twist of his right hand, he tied the chain around his right hand to the sword and pulled it out.
The sword flashed in the cage. By the time Eibron reacted, the sword was already in front of the Demon King's forehead. It was pinched between two fingers and wouldn't budge. It was as stable as the Sword in the Stone.
"Not bad. Who are you?"
Bloan asked.
The Demon King flicked his wrist and the sword flew out. Sparks flew as the sword cut through the manacles on the old man's left hand.
"If you want to save your son, come with me."
With that, he left without looking back.
Eibron looked around. The sword was still in the cell, and the old man's hands weren't cuffed. He didn't see what happened. If the old man wanted to kill him, he'd be a corpse by now.
"Sir! Wait for me! "
Eibron hurried after him.
Only the old man was left in the cell. He looked at the sword in confusion.
"Booth?"
He muttered.
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