Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 391 Sharing Food

After Neville threw the bread to the first prisoner, more prisoners came back to life.

It's not like there haven't been nobles like Neville imprisoned in this dungeon before, but these people were usually unwilling to share food with them. When Neville showed generosity, more hungry people reached out to him. They were trapped in iron cages, but all they had in their eyes was the desire for food and survival.

These gazes pierced the young man who had just been imprisoned like needles, making his throat and stomach seem to be filled with stones, making it impossible for him to eat any more food. So he broke off another piece of bread, pressed it tightly, and threw it to the prisoner on the other side.

After distributing the bread, Neville began to distribute other foods. Items like meat and fruit that were formed were easier to throw out.

In fact, when this dungeon was designed, there was no thought to prevent prisoners from exchanging resources. Because each prisoner's rations were just enough for them to die slowly, exchanging resources? It would only accelerate death.

When all the solids were divided, there was only a pile of mashed potatoes left on his plate. This was not easy to divide, and Neville could use this as an excuse to keep the mashed potatoes for himself.

But Neville didn't deceive himself like this. He grabbed a small pile of mashed potatoes with his hands and kept kneading them in his hands until the outside was dehydrated and turned into gray-black balls. Then he threw away the mashed potatoes that really became "mashed potatoes".

The meal for one person was not enough. Even if Neville gave away all the food except the two mouthfuls of bread he ate at the beginning, it was still not enough. Soon, there was only a bottle of red wine left beside him. Even if he searched all his pockets, he could not take out a single piece of food, but the prisoners' thirst never stopped.

"Sir... please have mercy on us..."

"Give me some more food..."

The tingling sensation did not subside even after the food was distributed. Under the control of this feeling, Neville looked at the cage next to him.

This guy who claimed to be Ms. Irene's messenger was lying flat on the bed with his hands shackled, oblivious to everything in the outside world.

The food given to him was still placed on the dining table next to him, without even the lid being opened.

Then Neville suddenly had an idea.

He drank the low-alcohol sugar water in the bottle in one gulp and then smashed the bottle against the iron railing.

Neville chose the sharpest part from the fragments and held it in his hand, then began to cut his bed.

He cut the gray-yellow sheet into strips, tied the strips together, threaded them into a ring, and used his own ring as a weight at the end. In this way, a simple noose was made.

After making a simple lasso, Neville observed Ms. Irene's messenger for a while. This guy didn't react at all to the noise he made.

So Neville started to act. He swung the lasso and threw it through the gap in the railings, but his first attempt failed. The ring at the end of the lasso hit the iron bars of the opponent's prison. Although the sound was objectively not as loud as the sound of him breaking the bottle just now, it sounded like thunder to Neville.

So Neville hurriedly pulled back his lasso and turned his back to Howard, but after a long time he didn't hear any movement from the cell next door, so he turned around and saw that Howard was still lying on the bed, and even his posture had not changed.

Neville stared at Howard for a long time. If the man's chest had not been rising and falling, Neville would have thought he was dead.

But after the first attempt, Neville became a little braver. After about half an hour of trying, he finally put the lasso on the dinner lid.

The other hungry prisoners witnessed Neville's efforts and stopped making noise.

Calm down, calm down, calm down!

Neville warned himself in his heart that he should not be impatient at this time.

He retracted the noose little by little, and the cloth strips straightened little by little. Then, he felt obvious resistance on his hand.

Right, that is it.

Neville tried to slow his breathing as he slowly reeled in the rope. He had never fished before, so he didn't know that his technique was exactly the same as the fishing method of playing with a fish. Neville was also very satisfied to see that as he was dragging the plate, he was slowly pulling it towards him.

His idea was actually very simple, which was to drag the plate of food from the table to the ground. The floor of the cell where Howard was imprisoned was even covered with dirty carpet, so the food would not make much noise when it fell to the ground. Then he would use the same method to put the food over little by little.

But when Neville was dragging the plate halfway, he felt a greater resistance. He couldn't see the specific situation, so he didn't know that the plate was stuck by a raised nail on the dining table. In his anxiety, he used a little force with his hand.

"Clang!"

Neville lifted the entire plate off the table. The lid covering the food rolled on the ground for a few times and hit the iron railing directly, and the food underneath the lid was scattered on the ground.

Damn it!

Neville cursed in his heart, causing such a big commotion, his plan was obviously going to be ruined.

Just as Neville expected, after the noise, Howard, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and sat up.

He looked at the mess on the floor, then at Neville in the other cell, with no emotion in his eyes.

Now that the matter has been exposed, Neville no longer hides it. He looks directly into the eyes of the demon servant with provocation in his eyes.

Although I can't steal your food, at least I messed up your dining table, and you can't eat so leisurely and comfortably.

Then Neville saw that the man with shackles on his hands picked up the plate from the ground a little clumsily, and put the food back into it bit by bit, even the cream cakes that had been stuck to the ground were no exception.

After collecting all the food, Howard held the plate in both hands, pushed it diagonally through the gap between the cells, and placed it between his cell and Neville's.

After putting it down, he stretched out his fingers to push the plate towards Neville. Then he went to the water pipe, turned on the water to wash his hands that were covered with oil and dust, and finally sat back on the bed cross-legged, facing Neville's cell.

"You..." Neville looked at the plate of food that was placed in front of him, and then looked at Howard sitting in the cell next door, and asked hesitantly:

"You'll give me your food?"

Howard didn't respond.

So Neville quickly reached out and dragged the plate into his cell, fearing that Howard would change his mind.

Just as he was about to distribute the second round of food, he finally heard Howard's voice:

"Just to remind you, when you distributed the food just now, only the person closest to you got any food, while those who were a little further away didn't get a single bite."