Chapter 54 Red Scale (I)

In the dark dungeon, the light of torches flickered.

Curses and screams could be heard from the cell from time to time, and the goblin bear guards were wandering back and forth.

Alger leaned against the stone wall in silence. He was thin and his gloomy face was unnaturally pale. It was obvious that he had not seen the sun for a long time.

There are several horizontal bars carved on the wall.

This is what he uses to keep track of time.

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

After that interrogation, he was thrown into a dungeon and no one cared about him.

There was no torture as imagined, nor was there any deliberate abuse. He just stayed in a dark dungeon day after day while eating paste made of unknown ingredients.

And apart from thinking and sleeping, there seemed to be nothing else he could do.

The bear goblin guards at the door are impossible to bribe. These simple-minded, muscular guys only know how to chat with their colleagues and have no pursuits of their own.

But through the words of these bear goblins, he learned that the Burning Nest was growing bigger and bigger, and the terrible red dragon was becoming more powerful.

Alger wanted to go on a hunger strike and face death calmly.

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

And what terrified him the most was that what the Red Dragon said seemed to be correct.

The Duke had never left the castle, he had never bathed in the sunlight, and from the moment he entered, he seemed to have been always accompanied by shadows.

When he executed tieflings, they did not display the power of the devil, but more like ordinary innocent creatures. That sight did not make him feel the pleasure of revenge, but often made him feel unbearable.

The smell of blood often came from the backyard of the castle.

Originally, as a loyal warrior of the family, Alger didn't care much about these things, but when these details were connected together, it all seemed so coincidental.

He needed the truth before he died.

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

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

"I need the truth."

Alger muttered to himself.

He didn't realize that his psychology had changed drastically and that the loyal dog of the family was no longer there.

"Iger, how long do you think we're going to stay here?"

Alger stroked his companion's feathers.

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

"Maybe we'll be able to get out soon."

"Maybe……"

Alger smiled bitterly.

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

This is something that could actually happen.

There was once a white dragon that kidnapped several nobles for ransom. It ended up sleeping for more than thirty years, and when it woke up, those nobles had all died in prison.

However, the noise at the cell door broke his thoughts.

Alger looked up and saw several bugbears walking towards him carrying chains.

"Human, come out."

"The master wants to see you."

The bugbears said bluntly.

"finally coming?"

Alger said to himself.

This time he did not put up any futile resistance. He 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, but the red dragon in front of him was even stronger and bigger.

"Long time no see, Sir 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 around with, makes 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 come and meet an old friend."

"Medrolash, come out."

Upon hearing the name, Alger's expression suddenly changed, and he even subconsciously reached for his waist.

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

Also...his childhood friend.

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

Medoraash walked out from the shadows, looking at the human not far away with an extremely indifferent expression, a hint of hatred revealed in the depths of his dark pupils.

The tiefling once saw with his own eyes that this former good friend, as a loyal servant of the Duke, wielded the butcher knife against his own people. If the red dragon had not been there, he would have killed him directly.

"Why is he here?"

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

Haters?

Or an old friend?
Perhaps he would have regarded him as an enemy in the past. But after listening to Red Dragon's words, he could no longer distinguish between the truth and the lies.

Cassius exhaled a breath of hot sulfurous air and said only:

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

"I have it, my Lord."

Medrash pulled out a leather bond deed.

This contract is inscribed with dense words. Although it has become invalid due to the completion of the contract, it still reveals the dark and evil magical power.

Cassius ordered:

"Let him see it."

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

Alger had a very bad premonition and struggled internally, but in his thirst for the truth, he finally stared at the words above and recited them silently line by line.

"December 1705, 12, Fourth Era. The needle has passed one-third of the way."

"I am the Necromancer, the Mouthpiece of Night"

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

".It will cost a thousand lives."

".And he will live forever, drink blood, and bathe in darkness in eternal youth."

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

"Do not."

"How can it be……"

He couldn't help but continue looking down and saw the location of the person who signed the bill.

"Duke Brad Rackman"

This was a scarlet name written in blood, and it felt extremely familiar to Alger.

He had seen this signature in the administrative documents of North Wind Castle, in the approval of Eagle Guard logistics, and in the oath of allegiance.
But he never expected to see this name on the contract for sacrificing his parents.

Brad Luckman

(End of this chapter)