Chapter 97 Deceitful Fog

The flickering candles illuminated the moss-streaked stone walls, and the clinking sound of armor echoed through the dark, damp corridor.

This was the Trident Knights' headquarters in Thunder City, or more accurately, the dungeon located underneath their headquarters.

Unlike the small dark rooms of the Great Graveyard, there were no skeletons here to tell ghost stories; there were only the most authentic forms of punishment, along with the deep, soul-penetrating screams and wails of agony.

Strictly speaking, as the lord's army, the Knights didn't have the right to enforce the law in autonomous cities like Thunder City.

However, it wasn't a problem with the lord's directive in hand.

The man holding the candelabrum walked to the end of the corridor, and stopped in front of a wooden door reinforced with iron, casting his gaze towards the knight attendant guarding the door.

"Where's Mel?"