Chapter 57

Chapter 57.

The walls of the underground dungeon gave off the smell of rust. The man, who reeked of thick salt, had a gag in his mouth, and iron chains bound his hands and feet.

His clothes had surely been made of fine fabric, but they were already filthy and worn to tatters. Blood seeped through them, along with clumps of caked salt crystals.

When Enoch stood before him, the soldier guarding the man came over and handed him the man's identification tag, along with all the jewels and valuables taken from him.

“That's everything that turned up in the body search.”

The ID he was handed was, needless to say, a forgery, and there was no need to check it.

Enoch threw the wooden tag at his feet and stamped on it.

At the dull crack of the waterlogged wood splintering, Roel's shoulders gave a start. His arms, connected…