449: C449 Dignity

C449 Dignity

These words were obviously full of ill intentions.

The fat commander had been in the Empire for so long, how could he not notice the malice of this mage?

However, right now, he needed a mage to give him directions, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart and raise his head.

"What do you want?"

The fat commander glared at him and asked.

"Hehehe, I once begged you to spare my life. You made me kneel and kowtow, but you still destroyed my face.

"Now, I am going to take back this humiliation. You have to kneel down before I can point the way for you."

The mage sneered.

His disfigured face was twisted in a smile that made him look especially terrible.

The fat commander gritted his teeth. He had been in the empire for so long, yet he had never knelt down to anyone.

Even when they saluted to the third prince, they still did so in the manner of a knight.

However, this ugly, coarse looking mage actually forced him to kneel down before him. The Fat Commander's lungs were about to burst from anger.

The most painful thing was that he had no other choice.

If he didn't abandon his pride and kneel down, this damned mage wouldn't be willing to give him directions. In the end, he wouldn't be able to escape the poison and die miserably.

The fat commander once again recalled what Lin Mo had told him at the start of this game. His fate was indeed in the hands of others.

Each one of the six cages could have killed the fat commander by poisoning him without giving him any directions.

At this moment, he didn't have the ability to talk terms with anyone.

"Alright."

The fat commander answered in a low voice.

After that, he struggled to hold onto the bars of the magic cage, forcing himself to bend his knees and kneel on the ground.

He did not know if it was because of the humiliation or the pain from the injury to his foot, but the Fat Commander could not control his tears and could not wipe them away no matter how hard he tried.

"Heehee …"

The mage wrinkled his ugly face and began to laugh.

"Go, go that way. I really look forward to how you'll look when you come back from there."

The magician kept his promise,

But after seeing the fat commander kneel down, he pointed out the next path for him.

The fat commander didn't want to stay here for even a second longer.

He struggled to his feet, holding onto the railing, then turned around and walked to the second route.

The road was not covered with glass shards like the first, and it looked creepy.

This was a very ordinary path, not much different from the main road that led to the next room.

The only difference was that the end of the road was not a metal door, but a strange giant cylindrical metal device.2

No matter what, the fat commander didn't have a shred of cowardice.

Carrying his bloodied feet, he finally reached the end of the road.

After looking around the metal device, the fat commander had a rough understanding of what was going on.

This metal column was basically completely enclosed. Besides the entrance at the bottom, there were no windows or valves on its surface.

The Magic Stone was at the innermost part of the metal column. If he wanted to obtain the Magic Stone, the fat commander would have to dig his own way in.

Compared to the glass path where he could see the threat before, this device allowed the fat commander to get a better understanding of the situation.

The strange smile on that disfigured mage's face made the fat commander's heart beat like a drum.

However, the sense of weakness he was feeling told him that he had no time to hesitate or hesitate.

The fat commander took a deep breath and went into the cave.

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