My Hermes System

387: Arthur

"Oi, mate! What's going on!?"

With Van freeing the mage prisoners in the plaza, the whole town was in a massive uproar. The chaos spread like wildfire, reaching the ends of the large town in a matter of minutes. And as a matter of course, the dungeon was not an exception from this, especially since they contain a fraction of the city's forces.

And so, right now, all of the guards were scrambling and running, making sure that all of the cell doors were completely fastened and secured as they were called by the soldiers as backup.

"Oi! What's going on!?"

"L… Let go! I don't have time for you, mate! We're being called to the plaza!"

Arthur was able to grab one of the panicked guards as he walked past his cell. The guard slightly struggled to swat away Arthur's hand, only able to set himself free when Arthur backed away and raised both his arms in surrender.

"You're just going to leave us here to die?" Arthur then chuckled, "What's your guarantee that you'll come back alive? I'm supposed to go free tomorrow, mate."

"You can just rot here for all I care… mate," The guard said before loudly collecting his phlegm and spitting it on the ground.

"Then at least leave your keys, pretty please? It will at least make my escape easier."

"Then escape if you can, you twat,"-- and with that, the guard let out a loud scoff before running to leave the dungeon. A lot more guards passed by Arthur's cell, their weapons seemingly all ready to thirst for blood and violence.

It probably took a quarter of an hour before all the footsteps stopped echoing throughout the halls of the dungeon, leaving only the curious gazes and groans of the prisoners to whisper in the darkness.

"..." And in the duration of this, Arthur still had his arms raised in surrender; but after a few more seconds of making sure that there were no longer any guards passing by his cell, he lowered his hands. And as soon as he did so, a light clanging whispered in the air-- revealing a set of keys hidden at the back of his hand.

"Don't mind if I do," Arthur then lightly chuckled as he casually reached outside his cell door and unlocked it.

"Later, suckers!" Arthur then raised his voice, shaking the keys in his hand as he walked through the hall, making sure the other prisoners saw it, "Oh, what's this? You want me to free you?"

"Fuck you, Arthur," the prisoner he taunted, however, instead of begging to be freed, only clicked his tongue before lying his back on the floor, "Just sit on it, you'll be back here with the rest of us in a few days."

"...What makes you so sure?" Arthur let out a tiny scoff, "Who knows, I might be a knight when I return here. I'll make sure you're fed 4 times a day then."

"Pft, you… a Knight?" Not only the prisoner he was talking to, but the others prisoners that were within hearing distance laughed at Arthur's words, "Since you're dreaming, you might as well go big and become king…

...King Ballsack, that is!"

And with that, the burst of laughter that roared through the air echoed even more loudly, all piercing Arthur's ears.

"You're a thief, Art. You'll probably die being stabbed in the back by one of your so-called thieving friends for a pair of apples."

"...I offered," Arthur, even with all the mocking laughter aimed at his ears, only let out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders and hastily leaving the dungeon. And as soon as the light of the outside failed to burn his eyes, a scenery of chaos slowly welcomed him.



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