After Maxing out all Classes

CH 229

Default Dyslexic Roboto Lora

In the open space in front of the prison canteen, an assassin danced naked and looked good.

Three steps to the left, three steps to the right, neck twisting, buttocks twisting.

In addition, more than 3,000 prisoners of war clapped their hands and laughed.
The cheerful atmosphere suddenly made people forget that they were all reform-through-labor prisoners who had lost their personal freedom.

As long as human beings can have enough to eat and wear warm clothes, all is good.

Only the assassin leader was not in the mood.
He groped through the crowd and finally found general Motra.
While observing the guards in the distance, the leader of the assassins carefully approached Motra and made sure that no guard was watching them, and he whispered, “Hello, General Motra, I am a spy of the main force and the captain of the assassins.”

“Oh?” Motra's eyes were fixed on the naked dancing assassin, clapping his hands at the dance.
Just like the more than 3,000 prisoners of war who were clapping their hands together, humming old desert folk songs.

After two claps, he whispered, “What did you want to say to me? Did you want to break out of prison?”

“Yes!” The assassin leader whispered, “I am good at stealth and also know all kinds of quick footwork.
I want to escape if there is a good chance.
I think if your men cooperate and deliberately create some chaos, I can even get you out of here.
We can take out what we have seen and heard in Westwind Town, even about Robb, and give it to the commander of the East Army.
“

Motra shook his head and sighed, “Don't be silly.
You can't get out! You have no idea how powerful these 300 prison guards are.
My men have tried all kinds of ways to escape, and they can't even get rid of one of them.
“
“How powerful could they be? Aren’t there only three hundred people?” The assassin leader said, “there are more than three thousand of us.”

Motra said with a wry smile, “there is no doubt that these three hundred people, plus the buffing magic called 'Blessing of the King', could hang more than three thousand of us.
I really don't think we have any chance.”

The assassin leader was a little angry, “General, you don’t even have the guts to try?”

“There's nothing to try.” Motra said, “if there really is a fight between three hundred and three thousand, there will be a lot of fanfare.
When the cry of killing reaches the chapel, Robb will certainly act.
As soon as he strikes, the battle will be over.”

[Why are three thousand people afraid of one person?]
He whispered, “are you willing to be imprisoned here all the time? Oh, right…”He suddenly remembered something, “you are a noble.
You can wait for your family to redeem you.
I was such a fool to consult with you.”

Motra shrugged.
“I'm doing this for your own good to make you suffer less from ceiling fans.”

“Hmph!” The assassin leader snorted coldly and stopped talking nonsense to Motra.
He continued his search among the crowd and soon found an old acquaintance, a shaman whom belonged to the vanguard army.
Robb's huge forks of lightning seriously injured the shaman during the vanguard attack on Westwind Town.
He was later healed and thrown into the prison camp, and now he has become an honorable reform-through-labor prisoner.

The captain of the assassin dragged the shaman into the corner and whispered, “do you want to run away with me?”

The shaman was stunned, “You want to run?”

“Yes!” The assassin leader whispered, “I must run.
One of my men went to report to the commander with the wrong information.
I must run back quickly and correct the wrong information; otherwise, it will harm the commander.”

He told the story of “Immortal Cloud Art” at a rapid speed and then concluded, “I must tell the commander that this is false information before he formulates a new strategy, or he will be defeated.”

The shaman looked at him with stupid eyes and shook his head.
“Don't be silly.
Even if you correct the information, no one can beat Robb.
The east army is destined to be hanged, so don't bother.”

The assassin leader said, “do you really not want to be freed that much?”

Shaman said, “I want to! So I worked hard to lessen my sentence.
I performed well in the last month.
I was rated as a pacesetter for reform through labor in Westwind Prison, an advanced individual with an exemplary role.
So, Godfather gave me a special decrease of one year, and now I only have two years in prison.
If I behave well, the remaining two-year sentence may be reduced in a twinkling of an eye.
Maybe in two months, I will be able to walk out of prison.
Why should I risk death? “

Assassin leader: “……”

[What happened to these people? Were they tempered by the green vegetables and sweet soya-bean milk? No! They are not people of the desert kingdom.
I wanted to run away with you, but you are all so unambitious, so don't blame me for being selfish.]

That night, the captain of the assassin easily opened the prison door with expert lock-picking skills and then, with his twelve men, sneaked out of prison like ghosts, clinging to the base of the wall.

Their stealth ability is indeed extraordinary.
All the way to the prison wall, they weren’t detected.
Over the wall, the guard was unaware.
After leaving the prison, they pressed against the shadow of the valley's edge, slowly crawling forward.

They were really excellent and set the record for the farthest escape from Westwind Prison, sneaking all the way to the exit of the valley without being found.

However, just when they were about to get out of trouble, the assassin leader suddenly found that he seemed to have stepped on something.
A mark that was shining on the ground.

“No, it’s an ice trap!”

The captain of the assassin only had time to shout when he felt a cold ice ring on his feet, and he and his men were frozen and stuck to the ground.

The more than a dozen assassins looked at each other in a daze.

Then, several prison guards on patrol rushed over, raised their scepters, touched them, and the assassins were all knocked unconscious.

When they woke up, they found that they were hanging on a strange thing, and several prison guards were looking at them with strange eyes, “if you try to escape, according to the rules of Westwind Prison, you should enjoy the punishment of gear three ceiling fans.”

An assassin whispered, “is this the ceiling fan?”

Another one snorted, “what is there to be afraid of hanging like this?”

The assassin leader also said, “We are the people of the desert, we are not afraid of any torture, let the torture come to us more violently.”

The prison guard laughed, “you talk big now, but you won’t be able to soon.”

He put his hand on the handle of the ceiling fan and said with a smile, “to tell you the truth, I quite like to play with this.”

With that, with sudden force, he suddenly shook a rod, making it rotate very fast.

Assassins: (@ _ @)