Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 563 - 106 Blood Wolf_2

Chapter 563: Chapter 106 Blood Wolf_2 Chapter 563: Chapter 106 Blood Wolf_2 Finally, Albert surreptitiously passed a small pouch of Gold Coins to the stranger military officer’s hand.

The officer’s action, however, gave him a big scare. He shook the pouch, hearing the crisp sound inside, and squinted his eyes to retort, “Bribing a gendarme? Am I also supposed to write you a receipt?”

Albert was startled, and in his moment of helplessness, he sadly thought, “This is outright robbery.”

He had just given his biggest bargaining chip to the other party, but luckily the officer didn’t make things more difficult for him.

“That will do,” the stranger military officer huffed, pocketing the Gold Coins and casually asked, “Where is that gold-toothed robber locked up?”

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Under the west city wall, in a secluded corner, stood the silent Kingsfort city guard prison.

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Though called a prison, it was actually just a few dilapidated bungalows.

As usual, murderers and other serious offenders would be taken to the Army Gendarmerie prison for custody, where there were stone cells and iron bars.

In the city guard’s prison, one would find thieves, debtors, and tax evaders and such.

Not long after the incident at the goldsmith Albert’s workshop, the city guard prison received an unwelcomed guest.

An officer accompanied by a gendarme entered the prison with an order from the Deputy Colonel Robert of the “Security Affairs Management Inspectorate,” requesting to take away a prisoner.

The warden didn’t even know what the “Security Affairs Management Inspectorate” was and could barely read the string of words.

However, he recognized the eagle emblem of Paratu on the well-sealed order—even though he couldn’t read the small print beneath the eagle.

“Officer.” The warden led the officer into the cell area, cautiously explaining, “There’s been fighting recently, and the prisoners were conscripted for hard labor. I’m not sure if the person you’re looking for is still alive.”

The officer grunted indifferently.

“During the war, many prisoners died or were injured. Really, you can’t blame me, I am also…”

“Less talking.” The officer frowned, his voice as cold as perpetual snow, “Lead the way.”

“Ah, right, right.” The warden nodded and bowed, walking ahead.

The light inside the prison was poor. The air had an indissoluble foul smell, as if many people were supposed to be locked up there.

But now, many of the cells were empty, clearly indicating that the missing prisoners had died in the preceding siege.

In the depths of the prison, the officer found the prisoner who had been incarcerated for “theft.”

The gold-toothed “Captain,” already thin and dark, had become even thinner, his skin like oiled cloth stretched over bones. His gold teeth were gone too—pulled out by the warden, he was now the gap-toothed Captain.

“That’s him,” the officer nodded.

The warden hurriedly had the shackles opened, and the gendarme who came with the officer entered the cell and lifted the prisoner.

“It’s you… cough! Cough cough!” The prisoner struggled to lift his head, squinting in the dim light at the newcomer. Before he could finish his sentence, he started coughing violently.

“Take him away,” the officer, leaning on his cane, said without turning back and walked out of the cell.

The emaciated prisoner muttered in an almost inaudible whisper, “I… I knew… you would come…”

The warden, uttering pleasantries, escorted the officer out of the prison and even lent him a prison cart.

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Night fell upon the goldsmith Albert’s workshop—his home.

A revenge was underway.

“No! Don’t! Don’t kill me, the money, I’ll give you everything, anything…” Albert scrambled toward the vault, crying out, “Help me!”

His two hired guards hadn’t even managed to draw their weapons before they were taken down by the intruders.

The vault, safety lies within the vault!

Before Albert could run far, he felt a sharp pain in his knee accompanied by a faint whooshing sound, and he collapsed uncontrollably to the ground.

Immediately after, someone grabbed him by the hair from behind and yanked him viciously upwards.

The person who had grabbed Albert punched him directly in the throat.

Albert curled into a ball, clutching his throat and retching, unable to utter another word.

“Tap, tap, tap.” It was the sound of a cane tapping the ground.

“It’s you!” Albert instantly recalled the sound, and that horse-headed cane. He let out a broken voice, “It’s you… ”

Another emaciated figure emerged from behind the cane-wielding officer. He shakily approached Albert and struggled to squat down in front of him.

The gaunt figure pulled off the mask covering his face, revealed the gaping hole where his teeth should be, and brought his face close to Albert’s, asking delightedly with a laugh, “Hey there…do you remember me?”

The light was dim, and Albert couldn’t see the other person’s face clearly, nor recognize who it was. He shook his head frantically, trying to scoot backward.

“My name is Gold, lucky… Gold,” Gold coughed violently, saying each word distinctly, “You don’t remember me… that’s alright, I have never… ever forgotten you…”

After saying this, Gold slowly drove a dagger into the goldsmith’s heart.

His actions were slow, partly because he lacked the strength, and partly because he was savoring the moment.

The goldsmith convulsed a few times and then lay motionless.

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Having done all this, Gold seemed to have his soul sucked out of him.

He collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, and two tears trickled from his dry eyes. He looked up at Winters, “Thank you, milord…”

Winters shook his head and helped Gold to his feet. The latter was still weak, clearly forcing himself to come for revenge.

“Upstairs, there’s a woman, some kids.” Xial returned, saying softly, “They’re under control.”