Chapter 22: 22. Run Away

Only now did the jailer understand it, and he was a little moved. He praised Tonk for his love and righteousness. Cam was about to be executed, and he even wanted to see him. Tonk pretended to say a few words of humility.

"Tell me, where is he locked up?" Tonk turned to the topic and stuffed another silver coin in the past.

The jailer took the money, but shook his head in embarrassment, "Cam killed nobles and robbed the navy ship. He is a felon. He was not detained here but was held in secret. The navy did this because it was afraid that someone would raid the prison. Yes. I advise you not to say that you know Cam after you go out so as not to get in trouble. Well, since Cam isn't here, you should go out as soon as possible, and don't make trouble here."

"You're not lying to me, right?"

"If I lie, I will go to hell after I die!"

Tonk was dumbfounded when he heard this. This was the only prison in the city. If Cam wasn't here, it would be a problem. He looked dignified and walked out of the prison with a basket.

The warden here had not eaten lunch until now, and he had already gotten angry. He pinched his waist and went out of the house to ask his subordinates. Those jailers saw Tonk from a distance as if they had seen the savior, and pointed at Tonk as the culprit.

"Who are you? Why didn't Catherine deliver the meals?" The warden looked at the burly woman in front of him and asked suspiciously.

Tonk was still the same set of words that his aunt cut vegetables and cut her fingers, so he only needs to replace it.

"It's too late for you to deliver meals today, and the payment for meals will be deducted this month, do you hear?" the warden said angrily.

Tonk didn't say a word. it had nothing to do with him even if he deducted a hundred years of food money. He knew that Cam wasn't here, and he didn't want to linger anymore, just hoping that nothing would go wrong.

The warden entered the house, and Tonk followed. The warden took his seat at the table and slowly spread the napkin on his lap. Tonk lifted the white cloth on the basket and placed plates of dishes on it. Most of them were already cold, and he placed the dishes in the wrong order, which was very rude to the upper class. All these made the warden dissatisfied.

Tonk had said that he was a temporary substitute, so the warden reluctantly endured it. After the dishes on a table were arranged in a mess, Tonk bowed and saluted, and said, "Have a happy meal." Then he turned to leave.

The warden didn't have any appetite when he saw Tonk's white face. Tonk getting lost was just what he wanted. But when Tonk turned around, he found the problem.

Why was the shape of this boot so awkward? One was big the other was small, and the right side has already faded to the root of the thigh.

Tonk was twisting and twisting about to go out.

"Come back, let me take a good look at your ass." The warden thought to himself that he had read countless women, but he had never seen such an unusual butt.

Tonk was stunned when he heard this, guessing that the warden was a perverted person. He twisted his body and looked down at his butt. His heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was exposed. He made up his mind, smiled reluctantly, and walked unhurriedly to the warden.

"My ass doesn't look good, this is what looks good!" Tonk opened his collar to reveal his chest.

The warden believed it to be true and looked over curiously, but it turned out to be a pillow.

Tonk smiled, grabbed the warden's head, and knocked it heavily to the table. The warden immediately lost consciousness and fainted with a nosebleed. Fortunately, there was only the warden in this room. If he left quickly, others would not be disturbed.

Before leaving, he straightened his chest and hips and regained his impressive figure.

"Report! Viscount Michael came to inspect the prison, please come over."

A jailer appeared at the door at an untimely time and said with a serious tone. He stared at the wall without squinting. When he saw that no one answered, he glanced at the dining table from the corner of his eye. Seeing the warden lying unconscious on the table, he cried out in fright.

"Warden! What's the matter with you?"

"I don't know, hurry up and help!" Tonk shouted.

The jailer ran to this side, raised the body of the warden, and saw a deformed face.

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Tonk did the same agian. He took the opportunity to grab the jailer's head, knocked it on the table again, and the jailer fainted. He left the house, pretended to be okay, and walked out with a basket on his back. Just after arriving at the gate, he saw a magnificent carriage, and a person came down from it. It was the fourth-order swordsman master he saw yesterday!

This person was Viscount Michael, the ruler of Port Carlin.

The titles of titles were divided into Duke, Marquis, Count, Viscounts, and Barons. A Viscount can own a piece of territory. If it was an Earl, the territory could be as many as several counties.

Tonk was so frightened. Fortunately, he slapped flour, covering up the drastic change in his face. He had leveled up, so he had a personal experience of the gap between classes. If there was a second-order difference, he would definitely be suppressed if they fight. He was chased everywhere when he fought Kedar.

"The warden is eating. I'm leaving." He said in the buzzing voice of mosquitoes, then moved behind a jailer, leaning against the wall to leave.

Some of the jailers glanced at Tonk. Because the Viscount was present, they dared not speak and let Tonk go. When the Viscount saw that the warden didn't come out, he said displeasedly, "Why didn't the warden come out to greet? It's too rude."

No one dared to intervene at this time. Only the adjutant followed him and complimented the viscount, saying that the warden would be out soon. When he came into the room, he broke down in a cold sweat.

"No, the warden was knocked unconscious!" The prison finally let out a scream.

When the jailers heard this, the Viscount let out an astonishment.

A quick-response person muttered, "I saw that woman was sneaky just now, couldn't it be..."

After he reminded, the other jailers looked in the direction where Tonk was walking and found that Tonk had run away, pulling out the pillow from his pants and throwing it on the street.

"Get him!!!"

The prison guards changed color suddenly, and they all chased after them. Some even fired two shots, but there was no trace of Tonk. Later, the jailer ran after him on horseback and fired a signal to let passers-by avoid.

Although the Viscount was powerful, he was a nobleman. At this time, chasing a thief will inevitably be beneath his dignity. So he didn't move and only whispered a few words to the people around him. The entourage nodded and followed up on horseback. He mounted the horse neatly and neatly, without the slightest extra movement, and he seemed to be very skilled.

One-eyed and the others were lying in ambush outside, ready to go in at any time. When they saw that Tonk didn't send an attack signal and walked out alone, they knew that something had changed. They didn't act rashly. At this time, the collective retreat under the leadership of the One-eyed.

"Tonk will be fine, right?" said a pirate worried.

"Don't worry. He's good. It should be able to escape. We'll go to the carriage to meet him. If he's in trouble, we'll go up and help him." One-eyed replied.

The pirate group stalked the streets, through the hustle and bustle of people and traffic. Before that, they had planned an escape route. Someone was stopping at the designated place with a carriage, waiting to pick them up.

Tonk ran frantically with his skirt on, attracting passers-by to look at him. A group of prison guards was chasing him on horseback. The horse in front was running very fast. When passersby saw the situation, they hurriedly moved away as if the tide was low. It didn't matter that soldiers opened fire and accidentally killed a civilian.

Tonk passed by a familiar tavern and ran into it. The people in the tavern were dumbfounded when they saw him.

"Have a good meal, everyone." He said as he ran, and went out through the back door of the tavern. The obstacle of the house, those horses couldn't get over, so they had to take a detour.

His subsequent escape routes followed tricky and quirky paths, never letting anyone catch up. He ran through three streets and finally saw the black carriage waiting for him. Without saying a word, he jumped into the wide window, opened the curtain in front of the carriage, and shouted, "Someone is chasing me, hurry up!"

"Go!" The pirate hurriedly urged the horse to fast forward. The sound of hoofs galloped on the flagstone road.

"Where's Captain Cam? Didn't you see him?"

"Don't mention it. He's not in prison. I don't know where he's being held." Tonk poked the pirate's shoulder, "Look at the road. Drive well. I'll tell you more when we go back."

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