Chapter 54 Red Scale (I)

In the dark dungeon, the light of the torch flickered.

From time to time, there were curses and screams in the dungeon, and the bear goblin guards wandered back and forth.

Alger leaned against the stone wall in silence, his body was thin, and his gloomy face showed an unnatural paleness, obviously he had not seen the sun for a long time.

There were several horizontal bars engraved on the wall.

This was used to record time.

But as dozens of days passed, he could no longer tell the time in this dark dungeon.

After that interrogation, he was locked up in the dungeon and no one cared about him.

There was no torture as imagined, nor was there any deliberate abuse. He just ate paste made of unknown ingredients every day and stayed in the dark dungeon day after day.

And except thinking and sleeping, he seemed to have nothing to do.

The bear goblin guards at the door were not bribeable at all. These simple-minded, muscular guys only chatted with their colleagues and had no pursuit of their own.

But through the words of these bear goblins, he learned that the Burning Embers Nest was growing bigger and bigger, and the terrible red dragon was getting stronger and stronger.

Alger wanted to fast and go to death calmly.

But every time he thought of what the red dragon said to him, he always felt that there was a fog in his memory, and he knew too little.

And what made him most horrified was that what the red dragon said seemed to be right.

The Duke had never left the castle once, and he had never been bathed in the sun. Since he entered, this lord seemed to have been accompanied by shadows.

When he executed the tieflings, they did not show the power of the devil, but more like ordinary innocent creatures. The scene did not make him feel the pleasure of revenge, but often felt unbearable.

The backyard of the castle often smelled blood.

As a family death warrior, Alger didn't care much about these things, but when these details were connected, it all seemed so coincidental.

He needed a truth before he died.

Alger often told himself not to think about it, and repeatedly reminded himself of the old instructor's admonition of "Don't ask right or wrong, just execute it."

But in this empty cell, he always had to think, otherwise what else could he do?

"I need the truth."

Alger muttered to himself.

He did not realize that his mentality had undergone earth-shaking changes, and the loyal dog of the family was no longer there.

"Iger, how long do you think we will stay here?"

Alger stroked his partner's feathers.

The giant eagle just stared at him and gently flapped its wings to show that it also wanted to go out.

"Maybe we can get out soon."

"Maybe..."

Alger smiled bitterly.

"The dragon slept for decades, leaving me behind, and let us turn into bones in this dungeon."

This thing is really possible.

Once a white dragon kidnapped several nobles for ransom, but it slept for more than 30 years. When it woke up, the nobles had died in prison.

However, the noise at the door of the cell broke his meditation.

Alger looked up and saw several bear goblins carrying chains.

"Human, come out."

"The master wants to see you."

The bear goblins said bluntly.

"Finally... is it coming?"

Alger said to himself.

This time he did not resist in vain, but just let the bear goblin guards carry him away. He was ready to face the truth.

...

After a long time, the black cloth on Alger's face was removed.

It was still the familiar cave.

The red dragon in front of him was stronger and bigger.

"Long time no see, Lord Alger Yeoman."

There was a hint of teasing in Cassius's golden eyes.

Here it comes again, this look, this feeling of being controlled and played with by others, made Alger feel very uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"How do you want to seduce me?"

"What kind of conspiracy do you want me to accomplish for you?"

However, Cassius was not angry at all. He just smiled and said, "I just want you to meet an old friend."

"Medrolash, come out."

Hearing this name, Alger's expression suddenly changed, and his hand even subconsciously touched his waist.

That name is well-known in the Rackman Territory. He is the leader of the Tiefling Rebellion and the target that the North Wind Eagle Guard will kill at all costs.

He is also...his childhood friend.

The two grew up together in North Wind Castle and were close to each other until - Alger's parents died and he entered Rackman Castle with hatred.

Medrolash walked out of the shadows and looked at the human not far away with an extremely indifferent expression. A trace of hatred was revealed in the depths of his dark pupils.

The Tiefling had seen this former friend, as a loyal servant of the Duke, swinging the butcher knife at his people. If the red dragon had not been here, he would have killed him directly.

"Why is he here?"

Alger's tone was a little stagnant, and he didn't know what to say or how to face it.

Enemy?

Or a friend from the past?

Perhaps he would have regarded him as an enemy in the past. But after listening to the red dragon's words, he could no longer distinguish between the truth and the falsehood.

Cassius exhaled a breath of hot sulfur and said:

"Medrolash, where is the contract I asked you to bring?"

"I have it, sir."

Medrolash took out a leather contract.

This contract was engraved with dense words. Although it was invalid because the contract was completed, it still faintly revealed the dark and evil magical power.

Cassius ordered:

"Let him see it."

Medrolash walked forward, unfolded the contract neatly, and stuffed it into Alger's hand.

Alger had a very bad premonition and struggled in his heart, but in his desire for the truth, he finally stared at the words on it and recited them line by line.

"December 23, 1705 of the Fourth Epoch, the pointer passed one-third."

"I, the necromancer, the mouthpiece of the night"

". Sign the contract under the witness of the Styx."

". It will cost a thousand lives."

". And he will gain eternal life, drink blood, and bathe in eternal youth in the darkness."

Suddenly, Alger felt a little dizzy, and his hand holding the scroll trembled slightly.

"No."

"How could it be..."

He couldn't help but continue to look down and saw the position of the signer.

"Duke Brad Rackman"

This is a scarlet name written in blood, which makes Alger feel very familiar.

He has seen this signature in the administrative documents of North Wind Castle, in the approval of Eagle Guard logistics, and in the contract of swearing allegiance.

But he never thought that he would see this name on the contract of sacrificing his parents.

Brad Rackman