chapter 82 Decline

Ghost Gate Dungeon

Esteban leaned on his back in the corner of the cell, breathing heavily with his mouth open. From time to time, he would stick out his tongue to lick his dry lips, and then swallow hard, looking half-dead.

He had been detained in this cell for three days. At the end of these three days, he had not touched a drop of wine and he couldn't bear it any longer.

In the past, when I was in the mine, I had to work hard to mine veins in order to survive....