Chapter 92 Arrival

The shouts echoed, murderous.

Simmons maintained the secret technique, so that the voice echoed in the prison, but did not spill a single point.

Elliott is monitoring the ground, paying attention to the wind and grass.

Raymond felt everyone's heartbeat.

When such heartbeats are consistent—

The 'sniper' shouted again:

"We need to act!"

"I have a hidden arsenal in Hans Harbour, although it is not enough to equip everyone, although it is not the latest weapon, but it is temporary, because..."

"Our enemy has it!"

"What we need is to get back our weapons, equipment, food and ammunition from their hands!"

"Now, do it!"

The voice fell, and Raymond began to contact alone.

"Boyle, please!"

"Please broaden the way forward for everyone!"

Raymond said.

"Leave it to me, Captain!"

Somewhere at the bottom of the prison, a fat prisoner opened the 'secret passage' and stuck his head in.

Then, take a sharp breath.

call!

The soil in the passage began to loosen, and then swarms poured into the mouth of the prisoner named Boyle.

Quickly, the channel began to widen.

Boyle's figure didn't change at all.

He can eat dirt.

And has a unique storage method.

Just half an hour later,

The channel is widened.

The prisoners got into the passage one after another.

"Nuozan, next, please."

Raymond said.

"Okay, Captain!"

A sinister voice answered.

Then, a tall, slender figure raised his hand, and a thin mist covered all the prisoners. The next moment, the prisoners who were contaminated by the mist immediately disappeared.

The exhausted Nuozan swayed and was about to fall.

At this time, the skinny Elliot supported Nozan.

A steady stream of power entered Nozan's body.

"Elot, that's enough, save some of your strength."

"There are too many places to use your strength behind."

When he was able to stand, Nozan struggled to pull out his arm, and showed a tired smile to Elote, who was as thin as a skeleton.

"Do not worry."

"I don't care about this consumption."

"and……"

"On the ground, those enemies are enough for me to replenish my stamina."

Shaped like a skeleton, the evil and terrifying Elote once again supported Nozan

"Okay, I'll help you then."

Nozan nodded in agreement.

"Count me in."

"And I."

"I'll go as well."

Voices rang out among the prisoners.

All are pledging to help Elliott.

A smile appeared on Elote's skinny, skeleton-like face, which should have been terrifying, but inexplicably gave off a little warm feeling.

The prisoners moved faster.

No one thought that these prisoners could unite.

In other words, no one believed that these prisoners would unite.

Without the shackles of chains, they were able to use secret techniques freely, and after selfless cooperation, this group of prisoners burst out with astonishing power.

After a while, they left the dungeon at 111 Dren Street and came to the ground.

Nozan once again covered everyone's traces with mysticism.

Boyle turned around and spit out all the soil in his stomach.

After a while, after the soil had completely filled the tunnel, this team of prisoners looked at 111 Durham Street in unison, and they could sense that their Queen was there.

Everyone got down on one knee and bowed their heads in silence.

"Please rest assured."

"Your enemy."

"We'll level it for you."

After the words like an oath, the prisoners stood up, and after a few breaths, they silently disappeared into the night.

Denise, who was curled up on the sofa on the fourth floor of 111 Durham Street, looked at it, as if she had noticed something, she couldn't help but raised her head and looked around. When she found that there was nothing, she couldn't help but sigh: " Sure enough, this book is so wonderful! It's just a story of an ordinary young man who became a knight, but it makes people feel excited, and I have hallucinations!"

After sighing, Denise looked at the empty surroundings, carefully put the book aside, and stood up. Then, she coughed a few times, pinched her throat, and made her voice more male-like, and said:

"Born for glory, Mr. Knight."

Then, Denise turned around again, facing where she was standing before, and replied in a deliberately low voice:

"Die for glory, servant boy."

After speaking, Denise took another small step and stood in the middle.

It regained its original voice.

It says:

"Charge!"

"My knight!"

After saying this, Denise seemed to feel a little shy, and lay back on the sofa with her shy face covered, and continued to read the book.

When I saw the excited place, I couldn't help but dance.

When I saw the sad place, I couldn't help crying.

When I see a wonderful place, I will stand up and imitate it for a while.

Between laughing and laughing, crying and screaming, that's all Denise is.

And its idea is even more simple.

"Jason has something to do, don't play with me."

"Then I'll play with myself~"

With this thought in mind, Denise continued to read happily.

Then……

Its daybreak.

Denise stared at the rising sun with dark circles under her eyes, stunned in place.

how come?

I obviously fell asleep just after reading this chapter.

How can the sky be bright?

"illusion!"

"I must have fallen asleep and accidentally flipped through the book!"

"Do not!"

"It was the book that touched me before I opened it!"

Denise emphasized.

Then, holding the book, he fell asleep on the sofa.

Curled up to get warm?

Sorry, it doesn't exist.

Undead are not afraid of cold.

So Denise slept on all sides, and... drooling, babbling.

"Meat and bones...delicious...more..."

Denise slept more soundly in the low murmur.

breakfast?

It won't be missed.

Because, Jason would call it.

Even if you don't call it, it wakes up smelling it.

And Jason, who had high hopes from Denise, was a little overwhelmed at the moment.

Looking at the two thick stacks of documents on the desk in front of him, Jason felt his eyes dry, his temples swollen, and his whole brain was groggy.

Jason is not someone who doesn't like to read.

But, for the first time, Jason found that reading was so boring.

He recognized every word on these documents.

But when they were together, why couldn't he understand it?

"Does Gerald critique so many documents every day?"

Jason couldn't help but asked Little Lid, who was assisting him in his office.

"It's half a day."

"This is only from the afternoon before, this morning's will be delivered at noon."

"After you have lunch, you need to complete the review before dinner."

Little Lid corrected.

Jason couldn't help rubbing his temples.

But he's not one to give up easily.

Not to mention he promised Gerrard.

so……

He threw the quill in his hand back into the pen holder, got up and walked outside.

"Master Gerald, you..."

"What you get on paper ends up being shallow, and only true knowledge can be found in practice."

Jason said, without looking back, strode forward.

Just as Jason was about to step out of the door, there was a rush of footsteps—

Step, step!

"Urgent report!"