Chapter 844: Chapter 554, Need Soone
His face growing uglier by the mont, Lan Yang thought to himself.
With the Book of the City Lord taken away, they had no ans at their disposal.
Just as his mind was racing.
Clang!
The iron door at the end of the corridor opened.
The sound of footsteps approached from afar, and soon, a dungeon guard, followed by several guards, walked in.
The dungeon guard pointed at Lan Yang.
“You, co out!”
Lan Yang’s expression changed, and the other heavy sword infantryn confined with her imdiately shielded her behind them.
“I am from Lyss City, think carefully about what you’re doing,” Lan Yang shouted loudly.
The dungeon guard sneered.
Soone from Lyss City? Anyone with even a slight connection wouldn’t have been sent directly here.
“Co out, or we wouldn’t mind shooting your n dead and then dragging you out,” the dungeon guard said coldly.
The guards behind him imdiately reached for the crossbow bolts on their backs.
Lan Yang was silent for a mont, then stood up.
“My lord, don’t go out, it’s more dangerous out there.”
“Yes, my lord, you can’t go with them,” the heavy sword infantryn all tried to stop her.
They were also frustrated, as those troublemakers clearly had no real skill, yet had backing from these people.
Lan Yang looked back at them and said, “Don’t be foolish, wait for soone to save us.”
The heavy sword infantryn fell silent.
Lan Yang walked towards the front of the iron cage.
The guard opened the iron cage and made way.
Those who had followed him in were actually full of caution.
This woman was not easy to deal with; she had taken down four or five n on the outside.
Lan Yang stepped out of the iron cage and followed the n out.
…
Jinmastu, City Lord’s Mansion.
On the spacious bed, City Lord Izikir was expending his remaining energy on a maid.
In the middle of his exertion, a series of urgent knocks suddenly ca from the door.
Izikir continued his oscillations as if deaf to the sound, his body slick with sweat.
Finally, after letting out an angry roar, he heard the knocking at the door.
He pulled up his trousers, his bulky body slipped into a leather poncho.
Smack!
He slapped the maid on the butt and said, “Stop playing dead, go open the door.”
The maid quickly rose, ran to the door, and opened it.
A neatly dressed butler stood outside.
Paying no heed to the strange sll wafting from the room, he stepped forward twice, “City Lord.”
Izikir’s face was filled with displeasure.
He hated being disturbed at such tis, as it affected his performance.
He moved his corpulent body to the side and sat down.
Pouring himself a glass of fruit wine, he savored it before inquiring, “What’s the matter, to rush in like this?”
The old butler bowed slightly, glancing at the disheveled maid beside him.
“You, go out.”
The maid looked at Izikir, and seeing him nod, she picked up the scattered clothes from the floor and ran out.
When there were no others in the room.
The butler began to speak, “Lord Izikir, Silver Wing City has just sent a ssage that we’ve captured a transmigrator, an important person, and to ensure her safety.”
Caught Silver Wing City’s person?
Isn’t that madness?
The only ones capable of passing ssages from Silver Wing City across the Hundred Cities were a few powerful entities.
The Hall of Justice and the Church, or soone associated with a bigshot in the city.
Although he was the ruler of Jinmastu, he was equally reluctant to provoke Silver Wing City.
Izikir put down his wine glass, “Who is this transmigrator from Silver Wing City, what did she do, and has the investigation been clear?”
He decided to ask for details first.
As long as it wasn’t too serious, he would release her imdiately.
Silver Wing City was busy preparing for the war with the Undead; he didn’t want to draw their focus toward himself.
Just as the butler was about to speak.
An attendant stepped into the room with urgency, reporting in a grave tone, “Lord City Lord, the Trade Alliance has sent soone, they say there’s urgent business to discuss with you.”
Not far behind the attendant stood a Goblin in a black suit.
No one overlooked him due to his small stature.
Because he represented the Trade Alliance, a neutral power, playing the role of rchant.
Yet their influence and wealth far exceeded the Federation of Hundred Cities.
Frowning, Izikir gestured to the butler to wait and said,
“Please let the gentleman from the Trade Alliance co in.”
The attendant stepped aside, making a welcoming gesture.
Adjusting his glasses, the Goblin walked into the room with purposeful strides.
After giving a slight bow, he spoke blandly, “City Lord Izikir, I co on behalf of the Trade Council requesting that you ensure the safety of one individual.”
Hearing this, Izikir’s heart gave a sharp jolt.
“Who?”
“Lan Yang, a human transmigrator, was captured today in Jinmastu City. The Trade Alliance does not intervene in the internal matters of the cities, but I ask that you ensure her personal safety until her guilt is confird, Lord City Lord.”
Izikir glanced sideways at the butler, who subtly nodded.
Confirming that he too was referring to the person nad Lan Yang.
At this mont, Izikir was even more astounded; just who was this transmigrator to have both Silver Wing City and the Trade Alliance requesting her protection?
He dared not offend Silver Wing City, nor did he wish to provoke the Trade Alliance.
The developnt of Jinmastu indeed relied on the channel of the Trade Alliance.
Without further delay, Izikir said, “Butler, go check on this transmigrator nad Lan Yang.”
“Yes, my lord,” the butler rushed off, while Izikir told the Goblin, “Sir, please wait for in the hall for a mont, I’ll get ready and then provide you with an answer.”
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