At the same time, in a remote area of Mountain City, there was a heavily guarded prison watched over by numerous soldiers and golems.
At that moment, Mashu arrived before the prison and even entered it.
"Ma'am!"
"Ma'am!"
The guards clearly knew Mashu and immediately bowed to her with utmost respect.
Although the guards did not know Mashu's exact origins, the mere fact that she was constantly at the King's side and had been permitted to fight beside him was already reason enough for the Mountain People to respect her.
Not to mention that Mashu's deeds had already spread throughout the Mountain People's soldiers.
What deeds?
Naturally, it was the deed of Mashu beating Lancelot, the first knight of the Round Table, senseless.
Thus, in the hearts of the Mountain People, Mashu was an existence akin to Luo Zhen—a messenger of the gods.
However, from Mashu's perspective, she had done nothing to deserve such reverence and respect from others.
Therefore, whenever everyone bowed to her, Mashu hurriedly returned each bow in a panic. Only then did she scurry into the prison as if fleeing in embarrassment.
At present, only a small number of people were being held inside the prison.
They were all vicious criminals who had been found in the Round Table Fortress. Not only had they refused to cooperate, they had also tried to attack the Mountain People with violent arrogance, only to be subdued and imprisoned here.
All these prisoners turned their gazes toward Mashu as she entered. Seeing her incomparably beautiful figure, they looked at her as if they wanted to lick every inch of her body.
To be honest, Mashu found being bathed in such gazes extremely unpleasant.
This was not the first time Mashu had been treated this way. Every time she came here,