His big sigh echoed through the desolate hallway. How could he have known that she was the plaything of his superior? Still, he just had so fun with a slave, why did they have to condemn him to guard duty in this place?
This was the worst. Standing all day at the entrance to the prison block and feeling bored beyond belief. This wasn’t why he joined the army. He wanted to see exotic places and get his hands on exotic slaves.
Cute girls, mature won, he was into everything, and he wanted to taste a lot of different races. Now he was stuck down here in this cold, desolate place. Far away from the lovely, mindless little slaves.
The only people down here were the prisoners. Even if he could bring them out for so fun, they were all n. And they were of so importance, so even if he found interest in a good-looking one, he would get an even worse job if he was found out.
He sat there, blankly staring into the darkness beyond the shine of his candle, and rembered his ti with that maid. The punishnt was sowhat worth it, he understood why even an officer had taken interest in her.
As he stared in the void a smooth lody started accompanying his fantasies. The sound was sticky and accompanied his fantasy in an almost lewd manner. He fell deeper into his imagination as a light fog started filling his mind.
His fantasies slowly sunk into the fog and were replaced by a deep satisfaction. He felt nothing wrong and lend himself to the illusion. And the humd lody slightly changed and the mist in his mind ford words in his ears.
Trust in ~… Just in ~
His eyelids beca heavier and started fluttering. He knew he had to keep them open. It was still his duty to guard the place. But it was just a quiet, tiny voice in the back of his mind. The was no way resisting the enchanting lody from beyond the mist.
Shut your eyes~ Trust in .
His eyes fell shut and he completely fell for the music in his mind. Even if he wanted to resist, it kept pulling him deeper like a quagmire.
You can sleep~…Safe and sound
He felt so tired and sheltered as if he was in a soft bed under a thick blanket. Why would he even fight this urge to sleep? He was so tired and it was so comfortable.
Knowing I~ Am around.
The guard’s mind was gone. Far off into the land of dreams, there was no way he could notice one of the doors slowly swinging open.
~…. Don’t ever sing that while I am summoned. ~ Al comnted after Seth stopped the song.
~This great seconds this notion. I feel sticky just hearing it from in here. ~
“Pff, that is only because you were not exposed to its effects. Believe when I tell you that you would be off into dreamland like everyone else down here if it wasn’t like that. Until later, Puffles.”
Wearing the Helm of Hades, Seth stepped out of the cell and felt all his system skills being suppressed. They had not found a way to counter this effect despite Al taking her ti to study the cell. This ant He had to sing from inside the cell because even his bard skills were now suppressed. All except and .
Seth could only use his class skills and those given by his items and divine blessings now.
As for what he had to do now, he had thought about this a lot in the last two weeks. At first, he thought the two biggest hurdles were the suppression of system skills and the space lock.
Even if he released people’s collars, they wouldn’t be able to fight and they wouldn’t be able to use . It was then that he realized that a lot of the people here were unable to use anyway.
This left getting rid of the suppression, but at the sa ti, he had to think of the fact that the people of the theocracy would imdiately notice when the suppression was gone.
They had been rather neglectful with the people because they had this two-way security. It would beco a lot harder to free the captives if everyone beca more vigilant. And while he had to try and release them of their collars, the priest could just repair the suppression field.
Thinking through many possibilities Seth ca to one conclusion. His biggest problems were the priests and possible reinforcents through the pathworks.
He needed to find a way to deal with them, destroy the suppression field and then free the warriors and mages to free the workers and fight possible reinforcents.
With these goals in mind, he started wandering through the winding hallways of the enemy’s stronghold.
The prisoner block he ca from was hewn into massive stone and he had to find his way along several stairs to reach the parts built from bricks. He stepped out from a door and found himself in a normal-looking hallway you expect in a dieval castle.
Every place he passed until there were rooms for workers, prisoners, or maids that seemingly worked in this place. The rooms below were cold and damp while up here the air was warm and dry.
A maid hurried past him with a big basket of laundry. Only her quick steps and the sweat on her face gave away that he was in a hurry. Her face was expressionless like that of a statue.
After a mont a worker also passed him from the other direction. This place was probably one of the passages for the servants. As he had just ca from where they would have their rooms, it seed to make sense. Also, the lack of guards.
Seth kept exploring the massive structure. Checking door, choosing directions. He kept going around and committing the rough layout to his mory until he was too tired and took residence in one of the many storage rooms.
It had been a long ti since he last took a break and even longer since he had slept. He had pushed the limits and need to sleep now. It was still bright outside, if he slept now, he could wake up in the night and explore the stronghold further.
Although he had not found what he was looking for yet, he was quite satisfied with his progress for now.
He had fully explored the place he called the servant area in his mind. It encompassed the storage area, the kitchen, the laundry, the servant quarters, and the passages that led to the private and public sections.
He wanted to explore these in the night after a good rest. Those places were well guarded, and Seth didn’t want to be found out because so idle guard saw a door spookily open and close from the other end of the hallway.
With thoughts of what to do next, he finally fell asleep in the corner of the storage room.
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