In Germany, a kingdom lived almost peacefully among a few allies and trading exchanges.

A few prisoners were taken to the dungeon where the executioner lived, all the way down a big hallway of cells then into a completely stone small room.

The executioner was 6’5, his face wrapped in a cloth and his top half exposed. He was quiet as he grumbled to himself in annoyance as he walked by the knights.

“Ich bin sehr zufrieden!” He, Morbus, exclaimed sarcastically,

“Give me a break. Those guys ain’t even worth it, for stealin' some bread.” He grumbled to himself.