After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

In the closed, dark, damp and foul-smelling dungeon, there are many iron cages of various sizes. Under the dim light, you can see that many people are locked up inside.

At first glance, they are all mixed-race.

Even in the corner of the dungeon, Aize saw the middle-aged man dressed as the shopkeeper whom he had seen when he went to the restaurant before.

Everyone, regardless of gender, was dressed in rags and looked ashen.

Some people were emaciated, some were coughing constantly, and some were lying on the ground motionless, not knowing whether they were dead or not.

Almost everyone had injuries on their bodies.

The walls were even covered in dried blood, indicating that something even more horrific had happened here.

It makes people clench their fists.

The lighting was very dim, and there were only a few drunk guards sitting at the entrance.

Perhaps they felt these hybrids posed no threat, so the guards were quite lax.

"Right here, go in! Be quiet!"

The little boss found a small cage in the corner, opened the iron door, threw Aize in, and then locked it with a click.

Ai Ze suppressed his anger and continued to pretend to be scared, grabbing the bars of the cage and shaking them desperately:

"Let me out! Where is this place? Where are the others?!"

"Tsk, you noisy brat! Just wait, the boss will come and deal with you soon!"

The little boss curled his lips in dissatisfaction, turned around, walked up the stairs and left.

The moment he saw the other person's figure disappear, Aize pulled out a wire from his shoe and began to fiddle with the lock in front of him.

In order to do dirty work, he had learned some tricks from the thief-type adventurers and knew a thing or two about lock picking.

Although I haven't used it for a long time.

"Tsk, it's a little inconvenient to operate with my smaller hands... Oh, it's open."

With a click, the padlock opened, but Aize was not in a hurry to go out - in his current state, it would be useless to go up.

Still have to wait.

About ten minutes later, it finally arrived.

"Uh--"

Just like before, the whole body began to feel hot, the bones and muscles began to stretch with a crackling sound, and the petite figure quickly expanded and grew larger.

In just a few seconds, Aize, who had just been able to curl up in a corner of the cage, was now almost filling up the cage.

As before, touch the entrance and then confirm the bottom.

It's okay, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Not that I doubt Villian's potion, but what if?

On the other side, at the entrance, the dungeon guards were already drunk and staggering beside their seats, not worried at all about the danger inside.

Aize took this opportunity, gently pushed open the prison door, and tiptoed in.

During this period, of course, other captured hybrids also noticed him.

Aize pointed to the horn-shaped decoration still on his head, and made a gesture for silence. Everyone nodded without making a sound.

Finally, he found himself next to several guards.

Aize carefully pulled out the sword from one of the men's waist, and by covering his mouth and wiping his neck, he dealt with them all cleanly, neatly and mercilessly.

After doing all this, Aize immediately took off the clothes of one of them and put them on himself.

The potion can only change the body shape, and clothes are completely useless.

In order to play the role of a half-blood demon girl well, Aize had to change into clothes that were "appropriate for her identity" provided by the village.

To put it bluntly, it’s women’s clothing.

Although I chose a piece of clothing as spacious as possible, after I changed back to my original appearance, the clothes still tied tightly to my body like a dumpling or even a straitjacket.

Women's clothing, or children's clothing, wearing this kind of clothes and moving tiptoe in dim places.

...It's too perverted.

Not very friendly to mental health.

Although Aize was extremely disgusted with the clothes that smelled of alcohol, they were still better than what he was wearing.

The moment he changed his clothes, footsteps were heard at the entrance of the dungeon.

"Tsk, at this very moment——"

There was no time to clean up the scene, so Aize gripped the stolen knife tightly and hid in the shadows to observe the situation.

There were two people entering the dungeon.

The small leader who had just brought him in, and a young man in his mid-twenties, quite tall, with delicate features, neat hair, and wearing gorgeous armor.

It looks like he has a different style from those deserters.

Before Aize had time to think about it, the other party saw the body with the throat cut.

“Boss, this is… ahhhh——”

The little boss was panicked, but before he could react, Aize rushed out from the darkness and pierced his chest, and he died directly on the ground.

Pulling the knife out of his body, Aize slashed at the other person without hesitation.

when!!!

There was a crisp sound of weapons colliding, and the falling blade was blocked by the opponent's sword drawn out at a very fast speed. The speed was so fast that it was not much slower than Aize.

Then, their eyes met.

Before Aize could say anything, the other party was stunned the moment he saw Aize.

“…You are, Aize!? Brave Aize!?”

Aize was shocked when his true identity was directly called out:

"Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, after asking this question, the other party became excited.

"Who am I? You actually asked me who I am? You killed my parents, and you don't even remember me!"

The men gritted their teeth.

Judging from what he said, he should be the noble who was dealt with by Aize in the past.

In the face of his anger, Aize just narrowed his eyes, scratched his hair, and shrugged.

"I've killed so many nobles. How am I supposed to remember them if you don't tell me their names?"

Chapter 82 Come to cheat, come to sneak attack

Aristocracy, this ruling system based on bloodline inheritance can be found almost everywhere in this world.

Aize was extremely disgusted by this.

The resources and elite education at their disposal mean that there are quite a few outstanding people among the nobility, but there is also no shortage of useless people who are good for nothing except their bloodline.

They have neither the overall situation nor justice in their eyes, but only those pitiful petty gains and the annoying so-called inheritance and bloodline theory.

But unfortunately, these people are difficult to deal with.

The long-term intermarriages between the nobles have brought about a complex and intricate relationship. Behind any noble point is an entire complex network.

It's hard to shake.

Therefore, when dealing with those truly stubborn nobles, Aize's consistent logic is: If I can't solve the problem, can't I solve you?

Nobles who collude with the demons or are determined to fight against the heroes will encounter various accidents.

Like a carriage losing control and falling off a cliff, being hit by a chandelier in your own banquet hall, or a few monsters accidentally entering your home and causing sudden death, etc.

And every time this happened, someone else would come out and quickly take over the power of the nobles.

It could be the second son who originally had no right of inheritance, or it could be someone from a different family who wanted to usurp the throne through marriage. Due to the perfunctory attitude of the later rulers, the matter often ended in nothing.

This is the main reason why Aize is feared by the nobles.

For these masters who have used up all their luck in reincarnation, it is not a fun thing to drink fine wine and enjoy their lives in their own mansions and suddenly encounter an accident.

Of course, Aize also understood the risks of this method, so he was very restrained.

He wouldn't do this unless it was absolutely necessary.

The person in front of him might be the result of Aize's occasional lack of restraint.

Aize's nonchalant attitude made him extremely annoyed.

He held his head high, puffed out his chest, and patted his chest in an angry yet proud manner as he introduced himself:

"Listen carefully, my name is Adam, Marquis of Sainsbury, and I am the legitimate heir to the Sainsbury family, a family with a long history in the empire!"

When it comes to the family name, Aize has an impression of it, and also reveals a mocking expression:

"Oh, the Marquis of Sainsbury, I remember him. He's the one who colluded with the demons and set up 27 checkpoints in his territory. He wouldn't let us transport supplies unless we paid taxes."

That happened more than half a year ago. The Blade of the Goddess and its subordinate knights fought against the massive invading undead army in the territory of the empire.

As a result, the nobleman named Sainsbury used this method to cut off Aize's supply lines.

As a result, the Knights not only had to face extremely powerful enemies, but also had to endure hunger and starvation, and even the medicines that the wounded urgently needed were not replenished.

After many fruitless negotiations, the angry Aize asked Constantine to arrange an "accident" for the other party, and the matter was finally resolved.

Facing Aize's accusation, the other party, Adam, seemed very disdainful:

"What do you, a church lackey from another world, know? This is the power and freedom we, as nobles, possess! Who are you to dictate?"

Aize's expression gradually turned cold.

These remarks were exactly the same as what he had said when he went to negotiate with his father half a year ago.

He sighed:

"No progress at all."

"What did you say!?"

"They talk about status, power, and never a word about obligations. This nobility thing is really... But what does it have to do with you now?"

Aize held up his chin and looked at the other person with contempt.

"According to my information, you should have died with your parents half a year ago. Why are you still alive? You must be using a body double. It must be a body double."

"Your legal standing and status as a nobleman died along with that substitute long ago. That's the only reason you've managed to survive to this day. Noble? Marquis? What a joke! You're just a bandit leader now. Even if you dress yourself up, you're no different from those noisy deserters out there. Lowly and despicable."

After thinking about it, Aize added with a wry smile:

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. You're the leader of this group of deserters, right? What did you want to do here? Play with young girls? Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's quite aristocratic."

Aize's ridicule left Adam speechless.

He just gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

"Brave Aize, I will kill you!"

"Come on."

According to the original idea, Aize sneaked in just to guard the prison door while the killing was going on outside, so as to prevent the other party from taking the hostages and killing them.

I didn't expect that I would go directly against the boss.

But it’s not a bad thing.

The brave man raised the saber he had snatched and pointed it at the opponent, sneering and saying:

"That's right. I'm also curious. How did you, a noble son of the Empire, end up here? How did you organize so many deserters? Who's backing you?"