I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 106: Am I still playing a market?
Wyatt's memory has been fragmented since he entered the Sky City. He felt like he was hit by a club and now has a dizzy head.

In the haze, thoughts are the first to awaken.

Wyatt couldn't help but sigh that Gustav's dream was always beyond his expectations.

First, he discovered the unexpected Sky City, then he discovered that Ned and Gustav had a close relationship, and the most important thing was the shock that Gustav himself brought to Wyatt.

It was just a dream, but it could suppress me time and time again.

Wyatt couldn't help but doubt whether Gustav's true strength was far from what was recorded in history.

Fortunately, Wyatt is not a soft persimmon that can be easily manipulated. No matter how outrageous Gustav's dream is, it cannot trap Wyatt forever.

So Wyatt came out of his coma.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and the scene before his eyes became clearer and clearer.

Wyatt rarely uses the word "rough" to describe a room's ceiling.

Wyatt was somewhat unwilling to accept the scene before him.

He turned over, as if wanting to continue sleeping, but the clanking sound of the chains forced him to face a fact.

Wyatt sat up immediately. At first he didn't want to believe it, but the iron railings in front of him were real.

This is a prison cell.

I am the director of the Fourth Fallen Asylum, and at least a warden, but I would end up being thrown into a cell one day.

…This doesn’t seem to be the first time?
Thinking of this, Wyatt lay down again. The pile of straw under him was quite comfortable, perfect for taking a nap.

Wyatt rested his head on his arms, chose a comfortable position, and was just about to close his eyes and fall asleep when he heard a clanging sound outside the cell.

It sounded like someone had opened the door with a key.

"Hey, it's time to eat."

Wyatt's nostrils fluttered a few times and he smelled the mouth-watering aroma of rice.

This made him lose all desire to sleep, and he wanted to see what kind of delicious food could cover up the unpleasant smell in the cell.

Wyatt looked up and saw a wooden tray filled with exquisite dishes. Even the cutlery and plates provided were polished to a shine.

Brown black pepper sauce is poured over the shiny steak, and then garnished with asparagus, potatoes and other ingredients. This is a staple dish.

In addition, there is freshly baked bread, salads made from seasonal fresh vegetables, and wine served in acetone.

The most important thing is a small cake that looks like a work of art.

This is even more sumptuous than the meals for the staff in the fourth prison. Which prison would give prisoners such good food?

It is worthy of being called the Sky City. Even the prison is so generous.

It's good to have money. It's difficult for Wyatt to build a large swimming pool in the four schools, but the Sky City can give him a sumptuous prison meal with just a little effort.

"This prison food is delicious. Other prisons' last meals pale in comparison."

Wyatt picked up his knife and fork, ready to have a delicious meal, when he suddenly realized something.

and many more!

The last meal...

what?
"Sir, I just got here. Are the prison meals so sumptuous?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The jailer sighed helplessly. "Alas, you may be mentally ill. After all, your death sentence was carried out by His Highness Augustus himself. Anyone would be terrified to be executed by that lord who hates evil."

No, I'm serious. Death penalty right after landing?!
I'm also playing a market!
"Is Augustus, the one you mentioned, very powerful?"

"Your Highness is not a question of how powerful he is. He is the type... the rare type who is evil in a positive way. Unfortunately, his executions are too brutal. I feel physically uncomfortable every time."

“Puff——The good is going to be evil…”

"why are you laughing?"

"nothing."

The jailer just gave Wyatt a puzzled look and then left.

Even though he was sentenced to death right after waking up, and the executioner seemed quite scary, this was not a problem for Wyatt.

This situation is a bit difficult, but it is not a headache.

Wyatt couldn't wait to get a piece of meat of the right size, coated it with sauce, put it into his mouth, and began to chew it happily.

The meat is so delicious. As expected, the dragon clan is the dragon clan. When it comes to eating meat, no one is more particular than them.

Wyatt enjoyed this meal very much, but it was a pity because he was the kind of person who would save his favorite food for last, so he was destined not to be very happy with this meal.

Just as Wyatt wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, washed away the taste of black pepper in his mouth with red wine, and was preparing to taste the cake with a pious heart, he heard hurried footsteps outside the cell.

A bunch of big men wearing armor and with dragon horns on their heads and tails rushed into his cell.

Wyatt looked up at them with an innocent face. The shadows cast by these big men completely covered Wyatt, which made him look a little pitiful.

Before Wyatt could pick up the cake, he was pulled up by one of them.

His strength was so great that he pulled Wyatt along with the iron ball tied to his feet.

These guys were extremely unfriendly, and every one of them wanted to draw their swords and cut Wyatt into pieces.

Judging from the style of their armor, they seemed to be from the same unit.

"Hurry up and catch up! Don't dawdle. His Highness Augustus' time is very precious. You should feel honored that he is willing to waste it on a beast like you!"

"Hehe, you look stupid. It turns out that you were frightened out of your mind after hearing that you were going to be executed by His Highness Augustus."

"You actually let His Highness Augustus take time out of his busy schedule to execute you. You are truly guilty of a heinous crime!"

At the end of the day, Wyatt has no idea what he has done wrong.

He touched the dragon horn on his head. He felt novelty in the touch that went directly to his brain. That was when he realized that he had turned into a dragon.

In the Sky City, all dragons live in human form.

On the one hand, the intelligent creatures in the human plane are all humanoid, which makes communication easier.

On the other hand, the human form is indeed more convenient. At least after transforming into a human form, it occupies a smaller area than the original dragon body. The housing problem of the Sky City has been well solved.

The dragons who can transform into human form on their own are those whose bloodline is closer to the royal family. The other civilians all rely on a holy weapon made by Gustav himself to transform into human form.

The Dragon Clan is a race that believes in "great power". It is the most powerful existence between heaven and earth, and symbolizes everything related to power.

It is not difficult for believers of "Great Power" to give all dragons the holy object that can transform into human form.

However, the power of the holy weapon is limited. The more powerful the dragon bloodline, the more dragon characteristics it will retain after transforming into a human form.

The Knights are a good example, they have tails but Wyatt doesn't.

That Augustus was called His Highness, so he must be more like a dragon than these knights.

(End of this chapter)