Chapter 653 Uninvited Guest

hell!

Although Yorko didn't know what happened outside, it definitely wouldn't be a good thing.

Didn't it mean that "Dark Money" is an exhibition organized by the most powerful local businessmen, except that the auction items are not legal, everything is no different from a regular exhibition? He cursed Otto 10,000 times in his heart. First, the auction price was wrongly estimated, and now someone came to him. If he had known this, he would never agree to the other party.

Yorko looked around, trying to find something to defend himself, but there was nothing in the room that could be used as a weapon except some tools for torturing slaves.

At this moment, the door of the inner room was pushed open, and a figure flashed in.

Yorko fell to his knees without hesitation, "Forgive me! I'll give you whatever you want..."

But the person who came did not stop at all, and jumped towards him.

When it was over, he subconsciously fell to one side with his head in his arms, hoping to avoid the opponent's attack.

"No, Anne!"

Amy shouted at the same time.

Following the witch's voice, the cold wind that had been blowing to his cheeks suddenly stopped, and Yorko looked sideways, only to find that it was a wooden stick, which looked like it had been broken from a chair.

If this is the case, I am afraid that it would be trivial to lose consciousness immediately.

Then he was grabbed by the arm by a big hand, he was lifted abruptly, and he was pushed down on the bed with his back facing him.

"Did he not do anything to you?" The voice sounded a little hoarse, and it was difficult to distinguish between men and women for a while.

"He said...he came to get me out of here."

"You've been tricked again, Amy," the visitor shook his head, twisted Yorko's hands behind his back, and expertly tied them tightly, "Spent four thousand gold dragons to save a strange witch? That's not a small amount of money. Even your father needs a lifetime of accumulation to gather so many golden dragons."

"Eh... is, is that so?"

So clear about the auction price, the other party is really the guy who bid with him? But at that time, the cave was dark except for the bright booth. How did this guy recognize him and follow him to Room 76?

Yorko knew his time had come, and this time he lobbied not for his old friend or damned Otto, but for himself.

"I didn't lie to her! I am the ambassador of Graycastle, and it is the king's order to rescue the witch!"

"Greycastle... ambassador?"

Feeling the slight tremor of the hand holding him behind his back, Yorko knew that this method would work.

"That's right, you've heard of Roland Wimbledon, right? The fourth son of Wimbledon III, the King of Graycastle, is very friendly to witches! He firmly believes that witches are no different from ordinary people, and even fought against the church. In order for the witch to live freely in his territory! These are true, I swear!"

The visitor may not know who Roland is, but the news that the church and Graycastle fought in Coldwind Ridge and suffered a disastrous defeat is indeed something that everyone in Glory City knows. He even knows that the news is from Hill Fox and him. The helper let it out. The church has always been the number one enemy of witches, and those who can defeat the church, regardless of the reason, will win the goodwill and respect of witches in all likelihood.

Sure enough, the grip behind his back suddenly relaxed a lot, and then he was turned over and pulled up from the bed—only then did Yorko see clearly what his attacker looked like.

The person called Anne... probably was a woman. Even though she was covered by a robe, her body was surprisingly burly, and her appearance was even more heroic—two sword eyebrows were slightly tilted up, her eyes were long and narrow, and her hair was thrown back. , tied into a ponytail half upside down, revealing a smooth forehead. If the voice was lower, he would believe it was a man, but this appearance made people a little jealous.

"In that case, why don't you unlock Amy's lock?"

It's this question again... Yorko had no choice but to repeat what he said before, "I'm also thinking about her safety. If she doesn't believe me and sneaks out, it will be more dangerous."

"Where are you going to take her?" Annie was obviously not as coaxing as Amy, she was noncommittal to Yorko's words, "Will you give it to the King of Graycastle?"

"Of course—no," he quickly changed his words in the middle of speaking, "my old friend doesn't treat witches as slaves, there are many witches living in his territory, just like normal people, and they form a An organization dedicated to protecting the rights and interests of the same kind—"

"Enough!" Annie interrupted sharply.

Yorko suddenly shut up. He found out about these things while chatting with Hill. He heard that when an evil epidemic broke out in the capital, His Majesty relied on the power of the Witch Alliance to contain the epidemic launched by the church. This is obviously a good thing, but he didn't know why the other party's face became very ugly.

"It sounds like the Bloodfang Society," Annie said coldly, "They used to promote it like that."

"Blood... what?" Yorko was startled, thinking something was wrong in his heart.

"The only thing a witch can trust is herself, not the nobleman's promise," she glanced at the room, and quickly found the key hanging on the wall.

"Wait, you want to take her away? This is underground. You saw it when you came in. There are guards all over the cave. How do you get out?"

"I have my own way, so you don't need to worry about it." Annie opened the lock, put Amy down, then grabbed Yorko, and locked one foot on the ankle ring.

"You really don't want to think about it?" Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have the idea of ​​killing him, Yorko became more courageous, and he obediently let Annie do it, making a last attempt, "Let me It is more appropriate for her to be taken out, and I will hand her over to you after leaving the compound, so that it will not easily arouse suspicion, and will not leave traces."

"It does sound good, but it is also possible that after I go out, I will be greeted with a sword and a sacred stone," Annie said unmoved, "I have made a big mistake because of gullibility, and this mistake will not happen again gone."

After securing Yorko, she dragged No. 76 in again, also tied her hands behind her back, and locked one of her feet.

"You didn't kill her?"

Bloodstains could be seen on No. 76's head. It was obvious that she had been severely beaten, and she was still in a coma, but judging by the slight ups and downs of her chest, she was still alive.

"It's not too late to deal with Amy after saving her, and you are the same," Annie's words made Yorko tremble, "but I don't kill you now, because the king of Graycastle defeated the church. Maybe we all I owe him a thank you, but it doesn't mean I will trust him unconditionally."

"I will bring this to His Majesty. Besides, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to the ambassador's mansion to ask me for help." Of course, it is best not to come, we can save a lot of time, Yorko thought to himself, That's fine, anyway, I've tried my best, and they can't force them to go to Graycastle if they don't want to go, even if they are old friends, they can't blame themselves.

Annie stared back at him for a while, then picked up Amy and strode out of the room.