Early the next morning, a stinking ox-drawn cart loaded with many dirty wooden barrels slowly walked from a small path at the foot of the mountain towards the cliff where the palace was located. When it approached the mountain road, it turned into an inconspicuous side road and went around to the back of the mountain below the palace.
Those wooden barrels and carts were covered with dark brown stains, which made people want to stay away from them, so they could only go out in the early morning when there was no one on the street.
This is exactly what Tree Stump's friend, Bivero, does every day, transporting all kinds of excrement from the palace dungeon. Bivero is a short, stout man, and in this era when most civilians seem malnourished, he obviously lives a comfortable life. Although transporting excrement is a dirty and tiring job, he can not only get a salary from the palace, but also sell the excrement to surrounding farmers as fertilizer after fermentation. In fact, it is a very profitable job.
Bivero sat in the first car, holding the reins, and the man next to him was Xiao Chen in disguise.
Biwiro said carelessly, "Brother, I really don't understand you. Your friend is already in prison, what's there to see? If you look at him, he will be stabbed, and you can't talk to each other, at most you can just make eye contact. If he had given up, and you looked at him once, he would feel revived, how uncomfortable would that be."
"Shu Dun said that you have done this kind of thing before, so what are you asking?" Xiao Chen said unhappily.
"Hey, that's right, if you guys didn't insist on taking a look at those death row prisoners, I wouldn't be able to make this money. But I'm not willing to sacrifice my life for money. When you get to the door, you have to obey me. You have to do what I say. If I don't allow you to speak, you just shut up and pretend to be dumb. Do you understand?"
"I know. I'm your nephew, and I'm here to help you with the work temporarily. I won't tell you anything else."
"Your accent is too aristocratic. You'll definitely get in trouble if you talk too much, so just shut up. Last time, there was a blind guy who cried when he saw his father's leg was broken. He was almost discovered by the guards, so I had to pour a bucket of feces on his head and cover it up by saying that a bucket had been knocked over. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, that guy was so smelly that I couldn't stand it. He didn't have time to cry on the spot and just vomited. I saw that he was about to vomit his intestines out. I hope you won't let me use this method."
Xiao Chen felt a chill down his spine when he heard Bivero's words. His experience in fighting the Super Saint did not make him comfortable with the dung bucket. Since he got on the car, he could only breathe through his mouth. What he regretted most now was that he did not learn a magic to filter the air before he came out.
"If you look too bad, you won't look like a manure carrier." Glade's voice rang in Xiao Chen's ears. He was now hiding in Xiao Chen's trouser pocket.
"You don't even have a nose now, you have no right to say such things." Xiao Chen said.
"Also, your body movements are too stiff, which shows that you particularly dislike these things. Look at Bivero, he is just as relaxed as lying on the sofa."
"You don't have a mouth now, so you don't have to speak." Xiao Chen said angrily.
"I've read your spy novels. The agents there are very professional. If they were here, they would definitely be able to master everything they learn."
"I think they will search you in a while. It will be too easy to be discovered if you carry you with you. Maybe we should hide you in a barrel." Xiao Chen reached out and pinched Glade.
"Slow down, slow down. I'm just helping you adjust the atmosphere. Look, I helped you relax a little, and you behaved much more naturally."
The ox cart gradually came to the end of the road, where there was a slightly repaired natural cave entrance with a heavy iron-clad wooden door.
Bivero stopped the cart, walked to the gate and knocked hard. A small window opened above the gate, revealing a face with an indifferent expression.
The man took out a crystal, shone it on Bivero, and said, "Wait a moment."
After a while, the door was pushed open with a rumble, and inside came seven or eight soldiers in armor. The leader was a sturdy man, and he should be a knight with considerable strength.
Xiao Chen nodded secretly in his heart. It was indeed the most important prison of the royal family. Even a back door for transporting goods was so guarded. He had no doubt that if an enemy broke in, there would be layers of sentries to intercept them, and there would also be a mobile force composed of real masters to stop them.
The guard who had just opened the door covered his nose and looked around. Seeing that Xiao Chen's face looked unfamiliar, he asked, "Who is this? I haven't seen him before."
"My nephew. My son is sick today and has no strength. Let him come to help. Don't worry, sir, he is an honest man and will not cause any trouble."
The leading knight waved his hand, asked Xiao Chen to walk in front of him, and said, "Check it carefully for me."
The two soldiers standing beside him walked over to Xiao Chen and felt him up and down. Xiao Chen had put the earrings transformed by Glade in his pocket. Seeing this, he quickly pierced his pocket and rolled to the ground. Taking advantage of the darkness, he quietly avoided the sight of the people at the door and flew into the gate close to the ground.
"Sir, we didn't find anything wrong." The two soldiers were unwilling to spend too much energy on this smelly man.
"Okay. Bivero, keep an eye on your nephew. If you cause any trouble, I'll take your head," the knight warned.
"Of course, if he doesn't know better, I will stuff him into the bucket myself." Biwiro said as he took a small cart from the oxcart and put it on the ground. Then he went to move the bucket. He saw Xiao Chen still standing there, "Go ahead, you're invited to be a guest?"
Xiao Chen had no choice but to go up and help.
"Listen carefully. If you don't work, you will be exposed." Bivero said in a low voice.
"I know, I know." Xiao Chen put his hands on the slippery bucket and wished he had worn a pair of rubber gloves. He was very strong now and moved the bucket onto the cart without much effort.
"Biviluo, your nephew is a good man who can carry manure. He's better than your son." The knight on the side saw that Xiao Chen's movements were quite skillful and began to praise him.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Bivero said cheerfully. He led Xiao Chen and the cart into the gate. At this time, Glade quietly flew over and fell into his pocket again.
After they walked for a while, Bivero said to Xiao Chen, "There are four floors here. The top floor is where the masters live. The stewards and knights all live there. The three floors below are where people are imprisoned. From here, you will reach the bottom floor. I don't know which floor the person you are looking for is on. But we have to go to each floor to clean up those things, so you have a chance to go. If you see him, I will cover you and give you a chance to say hello, but the time cannot be too long. Just leave after saying that. Do you understand?"
"Okay." Xiao Chen nodded in response.