The Arrogant Woman, the Frenzied Erha

"Can I go in and take another look now?" I asked Dewang.

Dewang nodded. "Madam said that as long as you're in the manor, you can go wherever you want and look at whatever you want."

I couldn't help turning to look at the reclining chair not far away again.

She truly wasn't afraid of me finding that thing at all.

At that moment, I believed that I was completely free to move about within the manor.

I could go anywhere I wanted, including this dungeon.

I walked in and saw nothing unusual. Just as I was about to head downstairs, a guard standing watch at the stairway said, "Master, those locked up below are all desperate criminals. You'd better not go down."

Desperate criminals? I had gone down there before. There hadn't been any desperate criminals.

I continued downward anyway and saw that several cells were packed with people. These must have been the desperadoes Dewang had mentioned.

When they saw us, the prisoners' eyes lit up.

It was as though someone had come to give them an extra meal.

"Master, let's go back up first. There really isn't anything worth seeing here," Dewang said, still worried something might happen to me.

This time, I didn't insist.

After leaving the dungeon, Erha asked me, "Don't you think there's something wrong with that Dewang?"

"No," I said. "I think he's simply helpless. At most, he's just the man guarding the dungeon."

Though I said that aloud, my mind kept replaying the scene in the dungeon, trying to figure out what I might have overlooked and where that suppressive object could be.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I came up with nothing.

"Do you think she might be pulling the old trick of hiding something in plain