A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

Chapter 1536: Nobody Will See Me If I Kill All Of Them, Right?

Mag looked at the dozens of meters of city wall that were demolished in front of him and Irina, who was slowly retracting her right foot, and his Adam’s apple moved unconsciously.

This was the city wall that was over 10-odd meters high and over five meters thick!

He guessed only a few people, besides the dead, knew that Irina’s close combat ability was so scary!

“I wanted to kick you two gently like this when I saw that woman throw herself at you earlier tonight.” Irina turned around and smiled at Mag.

“I had a mission, so I had no choice, either,” Mag lamented lightly as he felt his calves tremble.

Who could withstand a gentle kick like this?!

“However, we’re just going to enter the city, there is no need to demolish the city walls, right?” Mag quickly diverted the topic.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to help little Connie keep some useful fellows? They were most likely entangled in an ambush or a melee right now. If we don’t create something big, they won’t be able to get away,” Irina replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“That’s right too.” Mag pondered for a moment. Diverting attention—Irina had gotten the crux of the military strategy that he taught her.

“Since the wall has already fallen, why don’t we just go and check if Ferdinand is really imprisoned in that secret dungeon?” Mag asked Irina. “Are you confident that we can leave before their people arrive?”

“I have sent up a fixed teleportation portal on the cliff earlier. As long as I want to leave, nobody is able to stop me,” Irina replied confidently.

“Alright. Let’s go and take a look.” Mag nodded and took out a black square cloth. He covered his face, and only showed his eyes.

“Don’t you need to cover yourself a little?” Mag looked at Irina, who had already reverted to her own looks.

“Nobody will see me if I kill all of them, right?” Irina looked at Mag who had covered himself up completely, with befuddlement.

“Errrr…”

Mag was actually lost for words.

***

“The north of the city?” At the top of the majestic palace tower, Gary was looking toward the north of the city with furrowed brows. Not many in the Falk Tribe were capable of making such a big hoo-ha. One was next to him right now, and the other two were also in the inner city now. He had their support and help when he started the rebellion and slew the king. They wouldn’t do this on the night before the conferring ceremony.

An orc in golden armor standing three steps behind him asked, “Chief, do you need me to go and take a look?”

“Go, Basil. See who is the one that dared to come to our Falk Tribe to make trouble. Twist his head off and bring it back to me.” Gary smirked.

“Yes.” That orc in golden armor called Basil turned and left.

“Get Darryl and Kurt here. I have something to discuss with them,” Gary continued to issue an order.

“Yes,” a subordinate answered, and he, too, strode off quickly.

“Big Brother, you have been staying in this position for long enough. I’m simply taking back what is rightfully mine. You shall go in peace then. I will make the Falk Tribe the number one tribe, and we might even rule the world one day.” Gary looked up into the sky and revealed a mouthful of gleaming fangs. He turned and walked down the tower while leaving behind a cold order. “Kill all the rebels on the spot today.”

***

Following Hannah’s intel, Mag and Irina found the location of the secret dungeon very quickly. However, this part of the city wall looked exactly the same as the other parts.

“Seems like we need to find the door or perhaps something like a switch—”

Boom!

Before Mag could finish talking, the wall in front of them disappeared again. Only a hole in the ground was left, as well as an orc guard in a shock with his mouth agape.

“What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beauty before?” Irina simply waved her bench, and sent him flying into the wall. He became a splatter of blood on the wall, just like a mosquito.

Seems like I’ve watched too many TV serials… Mag raised an eyebrow, and then leaped into the hole after Irina, without even sparing a glance at that 8th-tier orc that she had sent flying.

Since he was sent by Gary to guard this place, he had to be his trusted subordinate. They most probably had to kill plenty like him later.

A change of regime was usually brought upon by bloodshed. Gary killing the old chief was through that. Now, how they wanted to kill Gary and return the control of the Falk Tribe to Connie and her brother was the same too.

The underground passage was very narrow. Its width could only allow two people to pass through at the same time. Its height was also less than two meters, and it went all the way downward. There was a wall lamp lit every few meters. The ground was excavated into the rock.

The movement on the ground alerted the guards. A few heavy stone doors dropped down, and sealed the passageway airtight.

However, these stone doors that weighed tons seemed to be made of paper under Irina’s legs. She kicked her way into the deepest part of the dungeon.

As for those orc guards who tried to resist, every one of them was sent flying through the air, and became a decoration on the wall horribly.

Mag followed after Irina calmly, and was content to be a little lamb protected by a big boss. He went in without lifting a finger and killing anyone.

The guards in the dungeon were basically all cleared. Mag rescued one from under Irina’s feet. He placed the cleaver at his neck, and fiercely asked, “Where is Ferdinand imprisoned?”

That prison guard was already scared out of his mind, so he replied in a quivering voice, “Ferdinand is not here! Please don’t kill me… He really isn’t here…”

“He’s not here? Then, where is he now? I heard he’s right here.” Mag pressed the cleaver closer, and the razor-sharp blade sliced open the orc’s skin.

“He was held here during this period of time! B-but… he was brought away last night. I have no idea where he was brought to… The chief gave the order personally…” The orc almost cried out in a panic, but his lowered hand slowly moved toward his waist.

“A conversation without any value.” Irina sent him flying away with a gentle kick, and he became a splatter of “mosquito blood” at the end of the passageway dozens of meters away.

Mag wasn’t sure if that orc had spoken the truth, so he asked Irina to wait for a moment while he walked down the dungeon’s walkway with a torch.

There were 10-odd cells lining both sides of the walkway. He could see the prisoners huddling in a corner through the cells’ doors. Their clothes were in tatters, and they had wounds on their bodies. At first, they were startled by the sounds, but they still looked out instinctively after seeing the light from the fire.

“Where is Ferdinand? We’ve come to rescue you,” Mag said loudly with a frown when he saw those orcs who were already unrecognizable.

“Save me… Save me please. I am loyal to the old chief and Young Master Ferdinand!”

“Save me… Please save me…”

After hearing Mag, everyone in the cell dashed to the doors, extended their arms out in between the metal rods, and yelled at Mag hysterically.

“We’re the uncle and auntie of Young Master Ferdinand. Please save us. We might know where he was transferred to.” Right at that moment, an urgent voice spoke up in a cell at a corner.