章節 136: The Barbarian King in the Prison
Are you all gathered here chatting instead of standing your post?" A chilling female voice suddenly pierced the air. At the sound of that familiar tone, the group of chatting soldiers froze in terror, instinctively straightening their bodies, their entire beings rigid with fear.
"C-c-c-commander…" they stammered, beads of sweat trickling down their brows as they turned to see the cold-faced red-haired woman approaching from a distance.
"You… you're back?" One of the soldiers awkwardly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Upon meeting Shyvana's expressionless gaze, he immediately stiffened and cried out, "We'll go to the executioner for our punishment right after the shift change!"
"…" Shyvana regarded the sweating soldiers with an impassive expression before asking, "Is the Barbarian King Tryndamere inside?"
"Yes, yes," the lead captain replied, sweat streaming down his face as he nodded. "After we brought him from the guard, he has remained compliant within his cell, and he hasn't removed the restraint rings. Rest assured, we have strictly adhered to your orders regarding his food and hygiene."
As he spoke, he cast a curious glance at the young man accompanying Shyvana.
The young man, appearing to be in his twenties, bore a head of grizzled hair that lent him an air of weariness. He was draped in a tattered gray cloak that concealed his form entirely within its shadows.
His face, once handsome, now displayed a cold and expressionless demeanor, radiating an aura of indifference and cruelty.
Particularly striking were his pitch-black eyes, which seemed to have witnessed the most profound despair, harboring within them an essence of endless coldness and hopelessness. The captain felt an icy chill seep into his bones upon merely locking eyes with the young man, causing him to shiver despite the sweltering midday sun.
Perched on the young man's shoulder was a small fox, no larger than a clenched fist, peering at the rigid soldiers with inquisitive eyes.
After hearing the captain's report, the frost on Shyvana's face thawed slightly. She nodded gently to the captain before turning to ask, "So, Mr. Mu Yu…"
"I understand," the young man interjected coldly, cutting Shyvana off. "Let me in to see."
With that icy declaration, Mu Yu disregarded the astonished expressions of the soldiers before him and coldly strode past them toward the prison entrance.
It was only after Mu Yu's imposing figure vanished behind the prison door that a chilling voice echoed in the air, "Alone."
The soldiers stared in shock at Mu Yu's retreating silhouette, then cautiously assessed Shyvana's expression, only to find that their normally stern and icy commander was unfazed by the young man's impudent demeanor.
A shared question arose in their minds—who was this individual? What gave him the audacity to disregard even our commander?
Clearly, Shyvana had no obligation to answer their unspoken queries or satisfy their curiosity.
The red-haired woman silently observed as Mu Yu entered the prison, her expression betraying no anger at being overlooked, as if the man's behavior had not exceeded her expectations.
Once Mu Yu's figure had completely disappeared beyond the door, Shyvana lingered for a moment, casting a glance at the furtive soldiers before she expressionlessly made her way to a tree in the courtyard, seeking refuge from the scorching sun beneath its cool shade. Though she, as a ninth-tier practitioner, was not particularly bothered by the sunlight, it was evident that she was waiting for the man inside to emerge.
As a result, the curiosity surrounding the cold man intensified.
It was well known that their commander rarely entertained the nobility, often disregarding even the highest-ranking dukes. Her approach in Maple Leaf Snow had always been one of indifference; should anyone provoke her, she would not hesitate to confront them openly. In all of Demacia, only Prince Jarvan could command her respect.
Yet today, a mysterious and aloof man had appeared, openly ignoring the commander, and what was most perplexing was that she seemed utterly unfazed by it.
Who exactly was this man?
Mu Yu walked through the corridors of the prison with an icy demeanor, ignoring the chaotic speculations of the idle soldiers outside. His cold gaze swept across the empty prison until it landed on Tryndamere, seated cross-legged on the clean carpet.
Though bound by restraint rings designed to contain ninth-tier masters, the rugged barbarian king bore no semblance of a captive. Instead, he basked in the sunlight streaming through the skylight, grinning widely at Mu Yu with a beaming smile.
"Ah… little Yunzi, I didn't expect to see you so soon! Oh? The little fox has come too? Ha ha… it's been a while," Tryndamere said, stretching contentedly. He cast a disappointed glance at Mu Yu's hands and exclaimed, "Tsk! You didn't bring any wine?"
"Ah, no, I didn't," Mu Yu replied, his expression impassive as he approached the barbarian king's cell. Ignoring the dirt on the floor, he sat down on the cold ground, maintaining a frosty gaze as he locked eyes with Tryndamere. "I just arrived in Maple Leaf Snow, so I came in a hurry and didn't have time to bring any wine. As for the wine… we can discuss it next time. What? Are they not allowing you to drink?"
"Uh… heh heh… well, it's not that they're forbidding it," Tryndamere replied, scratching his head awkwardly. "It's just that I didn't realize the nobles of Demacia favored a particular type of wine. Although it's not very strong, the aftereffects are quite potent. Last time, I accidentally drank too much and ended up causing quite a ruckus in this prison, so they've been hesitant to provide me with any since."
Indeed, given that he was a powerful warrior who had fought countless formidable beasts in the vast snowy expanse, even restrained, Tryndamere's sheer physical strength far exceeded that of an ordinary fourth-tier practitioner.
"…" After a moment of silence, Mu Yu finally spoke coldly, "Brother Barbarian, what exactly is going on? Why have you been accused of murder by Demacia?"
"Ah… speaking of this matter, I'm quite frustrated as well," Tryndamere said, rubbing his face in exasperation. "I was just minding my own business, and who would have thought I'd find myself in such a predicament? It's truly vexing. Actually, the origins of this incident are a bit complicated, so let me start from the beginning," he continued, scratching his head. "But you'd better not complain about my verbosity."
"Ah, understood. I won't find you tedious," Mu Yu replied coolly, nodding. "Start from the beginning, and the more detailed, the better."
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