When lunch started, someone forced himself to break into the dungeon.

The prisoners held the dry bread and listened, and even a brief fight broke out, and the door was kicked open with a slam.

The armor rubbed, and the people came with a complete equipment. They carried the door guards like dragging a naughty child and threw them in front of the cell.

"Du...Duheng, Captain of the Guard."

The guard smiled and retreated, his movements and eyes were full of fear.

The other party kicked him down suddenly, and the bread was scattered. The prisoners reached out to pick him up, and a small-scale loot occurred.

"Look, what are you fucking him, wolf belly, open the door, or I'll open your head."

【Tygonda Guard Captain Doehen】

【Attitude: Furious】

Adam raised his eyes and smiled, raised his broken bowl, and the rain swayed, as leisurely as waiting for his old friend in a cafe.

"Get out!"

Clear the scene instantly.

Duheng's face turned pale. He squatted in front of Adam and gasped for a long time. His anger could not be eliminated in his chest for a long time, burning his face and conscience - he handed over this commission.

"Oh, fuck."

He slapped the bowl of water and looked at the other party helplessly.

Adam just smiled and was still chewing the bread. This thing was hard and hard to swallow, but it was delicious than grass cakes.

"Listen, Adam, this is my mistake. Can we chat in another place, or find a tavern, I'll fight with you, I'll apologize!"

"Someone is more anxious than me,"

Adam's smile gradually became brighter, and he moved away like a show. He picked up the broken bowl and put it back on the slot. The raindrops continued.

"They won't let me leave, here you come."

The prisoners calmed down again. Since the newcomers arrived, it was very lively.

They all knew everyone who came just now, after all, the thug Duheng was their respected and feared officer.

At this moment, before I could swallow my bag, someone broke in the prison door, and there were more than one, with neat formation and uniform movements.

Swish!

The spear blocked the way, and the steel sword was then pulled out and put it behind.

【Anton Weisen Military Discipline Inspection Commission】

【Anton Wisson Cavalry Team X4】

"Listen, this is my man. If you get out of here now, there is still something to talk about."

Du Heng raised his hands with his back, his military posture was upright, and the steel sword clamp had been opened. As long as the plot below was not going well, he would rush to see blood at any time.

He made up his mind that Adam had to take it out today, and some mistakes he could not tolerate.

This time, the prison door was completely broken, and the strong men squeezed in and filled the steps.

The sunlight behind was blocked, and there were obviously many people there. They were mad and rude. Although they were not gorgeous, no one showed their timidity in front of the Imperial Army.

The sword and warhammer were scribbled in the hands, and the armor was dirty, but the muscles were tangled.

The cavalry separated from it, and the military discipline whipped straight to the cell and put down his words.

"He was named by Lord Cathy and was sent to the arena on charges of blasphemy of imperial power. This is a military order."

"Oh Huo, did he forget to bow or his smile besides? That kind of ghost thing is not practical in Tygonda."

Duheng's eyes were cold, the scene was solidified, and the gloves were already placed on the hilt of the sword.

"Dirty words and let down the royal alms."

The military discipline chief should not be whipped, the gloves are tightened, and there is no fear because of the narrow venue and the disadvantage of the number of people - the empire is not something that can be offended at will.

"I am sorry, those who came to participate in the competitive conference had disrespectful imaginations of that adult. If they could be convicted, they would have to expand it several times."

The cavalry formed their formations left and right, resisted the sprint at any time, and slowly moved toward Duheng.

The conversation ended, and now any sword drawing move can start a bloody battle.

Ah~

The prison door was pushed open.

Adam walked out calmly between Doheng and the cavalry, ate the last piece of bread at his fingertips, with a disappointed expression and a terrible taste.

He stood in the middle and felt uncomfortable when he swallowed several times, and waved to the cell next to him.

"Hey, water."

The man was rescued by himself yesterday, but now he is pale and his hands are unstable, but he still handes the broken bowl tremblingly.

"Huh, it's much better.

Adam smiled, as relaxed as in a tavern. He looked at the long sword around the waist of the military chief, looked up and looked at him, and negotiated head-on with the Imperial officer.

"She...oh, okay, that Lord Cathy, do you want me to die in the arena?"

“Hanging is a bit of a luxury for you.

"Is that right? Then what method does she want to torture me?

"Ha, you are a despicable guy who lives with a little cleverness. We still need to set up a trap to target you? You are too..."

"Okay, okay."

Adam frowned and waved his hand to interrupt. The imperial accent and high-sounding words were really numb.

"In other words, can I play fairly, I agree, you all leave. I will stay here as a prisoner until the end of the competition."

The confrontation was fierce and there was no relief between the two sides.

Duheng carefully observed Adam's expression, but no matter how he squinted his eyes, he did not read any hints. He raised his hand and waved his hand helplessly.

"Imperial, is there any such thing as glory? I will go on stage as a prisoner, and you can still watch the door at the door, and everything will follow the rules."

The military chief had a gloomy expression and couldn't figure out what the other party was doing, but he was sharp-eyed and found that there was no blood scab left on the sinner's wrist.

There is no wound even except for the dirty.

"Or, you are afraid, so you should give me two blows here first?"

Adam turned around, spread his arms out, and looked contemptuous.

"Well, I wish you are as strong as your mouth."

The cavalry moved in a uniform manner, with gorgeous swords collected, and lined up neatly behind the commander.

"What are you waiting for? Do I need to swear to any god?"

"You are not worthy."

The belt was loosened, and the military chief led his team to the steps.

Adam looked at it from the small map and the other party did leave a guard.

"What's the fucking problem with you? Is it red wine mixed in the rain? It makes you so nostalgic, but you are still in a hurry to die!"

Duheng sighed and let Adam put his arm on his shoulder.

"Hey, Captain Guard, tell me, what does this group mean to you?"

Adam spread his palms and gestured to the other listeners in the cell, saying so.

Duheng had several blurted out answers, but he still refused to send them and chose to put his doubts on his face.

"So, if I take them away, will you intercept me?"

"You made this idea, then I have to find an opportunity to knock out the two Anton Wisson dogs. It's so troublesome, why... "

Adam shook his head to stop him and spoke with a smile.

"No, I want to take them out of the arena gate."

The prisoners looked at the two of them in confusion, watching them muttering and discussing. The new man seemed very relaxed, but the captain of the guard looked wonderful.

What can be done for the death row prisoner? Bread and the end of life visible to the naked eye are all.

"You're crazy."

"If I can succeed, I will join you. Oh, by the way, do you have money now?"

Duheng took out his purse, Adam stretched open it with his hands, and five golden crows were thrust up, making the prisoners jealous.

"I want three things. Can I trouble the captain of the guard again?"

"I owe you."

...

A hot and boring afternoon.
To be continued...