School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 191 --Capture That Woman

"Woody’s getting smarter by the day. I owe it all to you this time," Blight said, smiling as he watched the captain of the guard leave.

He then tucked the piece of wire he had in his hand into the inner pocket of his shirt.

He tore a small hole at the back of his left shoe, pulling out a highly flexible metal wire, and silently unlocked both his chains and the cell door.

Assuming Woody had gone far enough, he climbed the steps, still using the metal wire to unlock the iron door and took down the "soundproof stone." After examining it, he realized it was just a piece of broken rock.

He guessed Woody had been swindled by some crook again.

Luckily, he was the only one confined in the dungeon, and his cell was at the very innermost, or else Woody’s words just now might have been overheard.

Blight pocketed the stone in the same inner pocket of his shirt, then stealthily approached the jailer guarding him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder.

The jailer, who was drinking, put down his cup and glanced at him, his voice trembling slightly, "You’ve escaped, huh? Are you going to kill me?"

"I don’t wish to kill you."

"That’s good to hear."

The jailer immediately relaxed, saying, "I knew you could get out. Despite how it looks, I’ve studied many texts. I knew those little tricks couldn’t possibly contain someone of your power."

"You’re quite talented."

"Ah, it’s a pity I’m not good at bribing or flattering; being a jailer is as far as I’ll go," the jailer sighed.

"I’m the real prisoner here. Today, you’ve given me a chance to ’escape,’" he said.

The jailer handed a key to Blight and said, "There’s a large cell on the first floor, in the middle. This key will open it. Inside, you’ll find those mid and low-ranking officers who harbor grievances against the snow king for his betrayal. The betrayal by the snow king is disgraceful, and I, too, hope you can rescue those with shared convictions... I must take my leave now."

"What’s your name?" Blight asked.

"It doesn’t matter; I don’t have much hope left anyway," the jailer said, walking away without looking back.

Blight stood still for a moment, thinking this man was quite impressive, though somewhat pessimistic about his own future.

He remembered the man had an ordinary appearance but exceptionally large ears, which would make him easy to find later on.

Blight released all the officers still loyal to the empire, amounting to about thirty or forty men.

There were not enough jailer uniforms to go around.

Left with no other choice, Blight and the officers subdued all the jailers of the three-story dungeon, stripped them, gagged them, and threw them into the large cell on the first floor.

Thus, they all donned the jailers’ uniforms and, with the cooperation of the prison warden, who was nearly scared to wet himself by the Third Centurion, split into two groups to escape the dungeon.

Having spent a long time in the dungeon, Blight found the sunlight somewhat blinding, but it was worth it.

The goal of rescuing the officers was achieved, and his sacrifice led to a change in the captain’s mindset.

Blight thought, "Woody probably won’t protect Bladen anymore."

Observing the lax demeanor of the hundreds of ironclad army guards outside the dungeon, Blight felt an added confidence.

"Army Maquis, the eight hundred men you helped me choose are about to change the course of the war," Blight murmured to himself.

"Let me properly thank you, on the battlefield."

During the time from Blight’s imprisonment to his escape, the war situation underwent some changes.

The First Centurion and the Sixth and Seventh Centurions, who were dispatched to guard Natural Ravine, ended up in a fatal conflict.

One side was completely annihilated, but the First Centurion also perished in battle.

This clash resulted in severe losses for the Snow Kingdom, and the First Centurion’s deputy, Kerry, wrote a detailed secret letter about the incident and sent it back to Mingate.

However, Snow King Bladen received a secret letter from the Sixth and Seventh Centurions first.

Both parties accused each other of treason.

The letter from the two brothers was filled with noble words about fighting to the death against traitors, ironically leading to their actual deaths.

Kerry’s letter, on the other hand, was more straightforward, detailing the events and outcomes.

Along with his letter, Deputy Kerry also sent two pairs of agarwood nose plugs, explaining that the Sixth and Seventh Centurions were able to resist the illusion of the wine jug and poison the First Centurion only because of these nose plugs.

After reading both letters, Bladen shivered more intensely.

He had lost his ability to judge the situation correctly due to being overly frightened.

In reality, discerning the truth was not very difficult, as many signs had already appeared: the Milan Kingdom had made no moves to attack Natural Ravine, Kerry’s letter was more detailed, and Chandler’s trading caravans had not arrived in Mingate again.

A simple search of Fitz and Gurr’s estates would reveal an influx of new treasures, whose origins matched those of the agarwood nose plugs.

Yet, Bladen failed to determine the true facts of the matter.

He assigned the Fifth Centurion to take over the defense of Natural Ravine and to investigate which side was truly committing treason.

Additionally, he placed the Fourth Centurion in charge of Mingate’s defense, leading the entire ironclad army.

As for the captain of the royal guard, Woody, besides ensuring Bladen’s safety, he was also put in command of all the royal guards.

Bladen found a slight relief in the fact that the demon army and the imperial forces had already begun their standoff, with the battle lines stretching for hundreds of miles.

The closest point to Mingate was about seventy miles north at Glazed Pavilion.

A great battle seemed imminent, yet, for the moment, it did not extend to Mingate.

Comparing his own Snow Kingdom’s army to the demon army, Bladen optimistically concluded that the demon forces were stronger than the imperial army.

Previously, Owen had exerted his full strength, and although it wasn’t him personally, the ripple effect of that formidable power had reached Bladen.

Already frail, Bladen had since fallen seriously ill.

Bladen had the royal guard search among the common folk for a skilled physician to treat his condition, but to little avail.

That day, Bladen was still lying in his chamber, with Woody by his side, adding charcoal to the brazier.

"So fragrant!" Woody suddenly stopped his hand, blurting out such a phrase unexpectedly.

"What did you say?" Snow King Bladen propped himself up to sit on the bed.

"So fragrant!" Woody tossed the charcoal into the fire and looked towards the door.

Bladen, puzzled, also turned his gaze in the direction of the door, seeing nothing unusual.

Just as he was about to look away, the door gently opened.

He saw a woman in white attire walk in, and Bladen was utterly stupefied.

"She must be a fairy," he thought.

Her fair and luminous skin, the curves of her body, her slender fingers and neck, those captivating peach blossom eyes, and slightly mischievous red lips made Bladen forget entirely about his current predicament.

He stared into the woman’s eyes, got out of bed, and even forgot to put on his shoes.

"Fairy, you, you..." Bladen stuttered, unable to articulate his thoughts.

"Hehe, I am a healer, here to tend to your illness."

"Good, good, just seeing a fairy like you will surely cure my illness immediately," Bladen felt his mouth dry and his heart race.

"Actually, you’re not sick at all," the woman said sweetly.

"You’re just scared."

This was essentially the same conclusion his court physicians had reached, except no one dared to speak the truth.

Yet, hearing the woman’s words didn’t anger Bladen in the slightest.

His mouth was too dry to speak, and his lascivious thoughts overpowered his reason, prompting him to lunge at the woman.

She dodged him effortlessly, her movements as graceful as a dance.

Bladen’s repeated lunges missed, and finally, in a fit of frustrated rage, he yelled at Woody, "Captain of the guard, seize this woman for me. I must have her today."

"This sister smells nice, not stinky like you," Woody stood unmoved, "I promised big brother I wouldn’t help you do bad things anymore."

Infuriated, Bladen ran towards the desk to draw his treasured sword, but his right arm suddenly felt cold, and he collapsed to the ground.

The woman ignored Bladen and walked over to Woody, gently caressing his face with her left hand, cooing, "Young brother, you have a pure heart. You’re a good person."

"Mhm, uh," Woody blushed slightly, unaccustomed to being touched by a woman in such a manner.

The woman smiled, turned towards Bladen, and shook a small wooden box she held in her hand in front of his eyes.

Inside the box lay several transparent needles, with the outermost slot empty – that needle was now lodged in Bladen’s right shoulder.

"This is called a frost spike," the woman said as she picked up another needle.

"And this is no ordinary frost."

Bladen watched the woman’s slender hand in horror as a slight tremor of her fingers sent a chill to his left shoulder, which then also became numb.

"This is too cruel!" Woody, watching from the side, could barely stand it.

As he pondered, he said, "As a king, betraying his own sovereign nation is indeed shameless and spineless. But torturing him like this isn’t the act of a true man. He should be punished for his treachery, but this is too much."

"Ah, little brother, you’re right," the woman said with a flirtatious smile.

"But I was never a true man to begin with."

"Nor the act of a good woman," Woody retorted, his face turning red with the effort of speaking his mind.

"Alright, for the sake of my little brother, I’ll give him a quick end."

"Save me, Woody," Bladen finally managed to speak.

"A traitor, immoral and foolish..."

Woody thought for a moment before continuing, "A scoundrel through and through, you might as well die."

The woman slowly approached Bladen, who was utterly terrified.

"Why? Who are you, exactly?"