"The ancestors of the Charlemagne family bless me." Lance muttered silently in his heart: "I hope those social books I read will be useful."
He took a deep breath and took a step forward. "Now that you know my identity, it's easier to talk."
He wants to seize the initiative! Anyway, there was JiangCheng following behind him, so he was not afraid.
"Stop!" the man shouted loudly: "If you take another step forward, don't blame us for being rude!"
Lance stopped and sneered: "If I want to do you harm, do you think you will have a chance to face me in person?"
"Being rude? You are wearing a magic-forbidden chain and haven't had enough to eat for a month. How many times do you think you still have the strength to punch your fist? Five times? Or ten times?"
"Even just once!" The other man's eyes flashed with anger: "Our fists will smash your head!"
Lance nodded approvingly: "You're really not afraid of death. A real man. But it's of no use."
"This is the Second Demon Capital Corsas, the city of the Charlemagne family! Every time you swing a fist, it seems to us like a clown's struggle. Even if I open the cell door now, do you think you can escape? "
"Even if it means death, we will make you pay the price!" Another man yelled angrily.
Lance spread his hands and said in a mocking tone: "Who can't talk big words? Let's be more practical."
"There are a total of one hundred and thirty-two human prisoners. Among them, some were beaten to death for being disobedient during the escort, some died of illness because they were injured and were not treated in time, and some died of starvation and exhaustion because of the bumpy road and coldness. Less than one-third of those reached here. Except for the seven of you, the remaining people should now be divided among the various nobles or sold to slave merchants.
"Oh! Demon God bless! You have indeed made us pay with our lives! We have earned so many less gold coins because of this!"
This is called heart-killing! Sure enough, when several big men heard him talking like this, their eyes turned red instantly! One person even roared and rushed towards him.
"Let him be quiet and don't hurt anyone." Lance said with a calm face.
However, Lance was as panicked as an old dog in heart! He was afraid that his voice is too soft and JiangCheng wouldn't hear him!
Fortunately, JiangCheng didn't disappoint him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man. Then he pulled the man over with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. No matter how much the man kicked, he didn't move at all!
Well...it's indeed quiet.
Lance's temples twitched. He suddenly discovered that he was not sure whether this zombie was stupid or loyal in executing orders.
However, JiangCheng's movements still calmed the other five men. They were all looked at the general warily.
"Let him back." Lance said: "I believe you will never do anything stupid, right? Even if it's not for you, consider it for the person behind you. You don't meet the demon's aesthetics, so the plot in the Kuroinu (a Japanese galgame about raping a humans) won't happen. But I'm differen."
At the end of the sentence, Lance's face was already full of a bad smile. This is called pressure.
JiangCheng let go and the man didn't dare to be arrogant this time. Instead, he joined his companions, protecting that woman behind. They were even too nervous to say anything!
Lance seemed very satisfied with their performance. He continued to say: "The reason why you were not sold to slave traders is not because you are lucky, but because you are the object of blood sacrifice. Normally, you would have died yesterday. Believe it, you only have so much value apart from gold coins. And this value is still based on the mood of my people. If..."
"That's enough, His Highness Lance." Just when he was about to continue, the woman behind the men suddenly spoke. She interrupted Lance's words. "You guys stand back."
"But my lord!"
"Stand back!" the woman shouted again.
Several men looked at each other and had no choice but to make way.
Only then did Lance see the woman's appearance clearly. She had a delicate face. Even though long-term malnutrition had made her look a little thin, he could still see the beauty of her former appearance.
The woman looked at Lance and said calmly: "I believe that with your noble status as His Highness, you definitely didn't come here to satisfy yourself by trampling on the dignity of us prisoners, right?"
Lance shrugged: "Of course."
"So." The woman took a deep breath: "What do you want to do?"
"These is someone who can speak normally." Lance seemed relieved. He smiled and squinted at the woman in front of him. "I think we can have a good talk. About your future."
"Our future?" The distrust in her eyes not concealed at all.
"I don't want to go around in circles." Lance smiled: "I will find a way to take you out of this city."
The woman's eyes suddenly widened: "What did you say!"
"My lord." The man behind the woman said quickly: "Demons are a group of treacherous guys. Please be careful!"
Lance grinned. It's so damn weird, demons say humans are cunning, and humans say demons are treacherous. Are there no good races in this world?
He said seriously: "Yes, you heard it right. I will find a way to take you out of here, but there are some conditions."
"What conditions?" The woman looked at Lance.
"I need some help from you."
"For example?"
"Magic and chaos, as well as your identity as humans." Lance said: "Actually the reason is very simple. You are well aware of the expansion war of the Demon Race. This is something that every demon prince has to experience. And I... you have also seen it. There is no difference for me between going to the battlefield and dying. So I want to leave the Corosa."
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly: "You want to be a deserter? Do you think I will believe you? DemonS attaches great importance to the expansion war and thinks it is a battle of demon's glory. Are there any demons who want to escape?"
Lance shrugged his shoulders: "You also said that this is the glory of the demon. I am not a pure-blood demon race. Because of my physical reasons, I have to do this for this damn glory. I have endured hardships since I was a child. Why should I give my life for this place that has never been kind to me?"
"Let's talk about you." Lance looked at a few people and then smacked his lips: "Everyone is a death row prisoner and there is only a little value left in this city. Do I need to lie to you? Is there any benefit to me? Or... no matter how bad your situation will be, can it be worse than it is now? Cooperate with me, at least you can get rid of the fate of not having to die and leave this dark and damp place."
The woman was silent for a moment.
Lance continued: "Of course I know it's useless just saying this. I will prove my sincerity later. But before that... I think we should get to know each other."
The woman thought for a while, and then said, "Just call me Anna. As for the last name... I'm sorry that it's not convenient for me to reveal it now."
"It doesn't matter." Lance didn't care at all. Deceiving people requires a set of tricks and it's actually very difficult just by talking. The most important thing is to take action and let the other party figure it out in their own minds. Lance didn't think he would fail. Even if what he said was not good, it didn't matter. The living desire will make them become crazy gamblers!
"Wait for my news." He was going to prepare how to get these people out of the dungeon.
But after he left, the atmosphere in the dungeon was not at all relaxed.
"My lord." A strong man said urgently, "You can't listen to the words of a demon!"
Anna shook her head and sighed: "Gru, he is right. Our current situation...how bad can it be?"
Gru became more anxious: "But I think this matter must not be as simple as he said! This demon must be hiding some conspiracy!"
"But that's also an opportunity for us." Anna looked at the shackles on her hands, then looked around, and said slowly: "I also think he has other plots, but... we are in this dungeon. The only thing we can do with the magic-forbidden chain is to wait for death. However, as long as we get out, we still have hope."
At the end of the sentence, her eyes became firm: "This is an opportunity for us, the only opportunity! As long as I can use magic, the glory of the black magician will definitely break through the shackles of the demon race!"
When he thought of his master's magic, Gru's face turned pale: "My lord, please think twice!"