Chapter 200: Accidental Kill
Translator: Dess Editor: Efydatia
The light footsteps stopped right in front of Kieran’s cell door.
With a turn of the key, the heavy door was pushed open, producing a screeching noise from the outside.
The light of the torch barged in fast, making Kieran squint.
Three people entered his cell.
The person who was holding the torch had good manners, and he was holding the keys. He had to be one of the prison guards, but he had an exceptionally clean face and outfit.
"Is he the prison guard chief? Or perhaps the warden?" Kieran tried to guess the identity of the man.
The other two men beside him were easier to identify.
One of them was wearing a deep blue armor, and a long sword was hanging from his waist. His stern face had a killing intent to it. No doubt he was the bodyguard of the third man.
The third man was wearing a fancy, luxurious dress with a girdle, and his sleeves and collar were decorated with black silk. He had a white wig on and a pair of brown brows, and the part beneath his eyes was covered with a handkerchief, hiding his heavily powdered face from Kieran.
He was obviously the person the bodyguard was protecting.
"This filthy, rotten place! If this matter wasn’t important, I’d never set foot in here!" the fancily dressed man ranted behind his handkerchief.
His rough voice sounded distorted, because he was holding his nose with his finger. It sounded a little higher than a normal man’s, and the noise it produced was very unsettling. It was like a fake, girly voice.
"Your Grace is here because of your honorable family name. I’m sure My Lord will understand your bitterness!" the man that Kieran speculated was the warden said delightedly after taking a bow.
When he turned around to face Kieran, his face became ugly and vicious.
"His Grace here is the youngest son of Grand Duke Morko, the brave hawk of the Morko Principality, the best and strongest swordsman there is, Reedrall! Now tell us, where did you filthy bastards hide the Legacy?"
The warden kept kicking Kieran as he ordered him to reveal any information he had.
He was not worried about Kieran resisting because of the steel cuffs around his hands.
The warden tried to please the "brave hawk of Morko" by kicking Kieran even harder and being even more vicious to him.
His kicks were nothing more than an itch to Kieran though, even though the warden looked very fierce and strong.
The strength of his kicks was nothing for him.
Kieran’s attention had been focused on the "brave hawk of Morko" from the moment the three of them had entered the cell.
He had e up with an idea. He would take him as hostage and escape from his cell.
Kieran’s idea was solidified when he discovered the identity of the man.
He was the youngest son of the Grand Duke, so if he took him as hostage, the others would hold back for fear of harming His Grace.
Kieran’s idea was not an easy one to execute though. The guard beside him was quite a formidable opponent, and Kieran would have to kill him off with one shot before he could proceed with his plan.
It was the only opportunity he would get. Kieran secretly stretched his hands and legs.
Reedrall was not the best and strongest swordsman there was. That was total bullsh*t. It was just a flattering ment from the warden. Anyone who believed it would be an idiot. Kieran had never seen a swordsman without a sword.
He had also noticed that Reedrall’s body was flabby. There were no signs of any sort of training on him.
If Reedral could be considered "the best and strongest swordsman
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