The guards barbarically shove me inside. As I take in the interior, my eyes fall on two walls of the carriage, where protrusions jut out, forming a makeshift chair facing one another, on which sit three rapscallions, looking closle at them and ignoring their quite unseemly glares, I see collars around their necks, connected to the wall behind them, their hands cuffed together.

Thay sit me down next to a stinking prisoner and install the same constraints on me. However, when one of them was installing my handcuffs, their hand grazed my left one, and a shallow cut appeared on its surface, thankfully, the cut was shrugged off and blamed on my long nails, which I didn’t bother attempting to trim with my spoon, mostly because it probable wouldn't have worked.

The three guards leave the carriage, probably to bring more inmates in, because it seems the wagon can fit around six people in.

I put my left hand onto the chains of my handcuffs. I want to check how long it will take the spell to break through the chain. Because, if it’s quick enough, I think I’ll remove the constraints off a couple of these guys and tell them to scatter while I am escaping, that way I will draw less attention to me.

Going through the chains takes about a minute and a half, and considering the chain for my collar is the same. It will take me three minutes for each person.

The escape has to happen whilst being transported because if the guards open the carriage door and see me, kneeling on the ground with a half-completed hole in the ground, I doubt they'd do anything nice.

I cover the split chain with my right hand and, seeing the seats are made of the same material as the ground, I test it by putting my left hand on it.

It takes two minutes or so to make a hole in the material, it seems to be quite sturdy. Based on how long it took, the hole should take somewhere around, twenty to thirty minutes to create.

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Hmm, Judging by the fact that the wagon is completely made of metal, it should take a while for it to be taken to the gallows, though it depends on where we currently are.

I haven’t done much research about the prison system in this place, I know there are a bunch of them throughout the city though, mostly filled with commoners.

Well whatever, I will first make the hole, then I’ll judge if I should release the prisoners as well.

Whilst I’m thinking, the guards secure the final criminal, leave the wagon, and close its door.

The lack of windows really shows itself as the wagon darkens. My fellow prisoners jaded and edgy as thay are, sit around and do nothing, probably content with their pitiful lives.

As I feel the wagon go into motion, I move my left hand up to the chains constricting me to the wall.

After a minute and forty seconds or so the chain finally breaks.

Now, I don’t want the two people sitting next to notice me getting up, because if thay do they’ll nag me to let them escape too, and the other tree will follow, after that the guards will inevitably notice and it will all go argh.

It’s best to tell them that I’m making a hole, and then kill the ones that I can’t manage to rescue, just so thay don’t yell and ruin the plan out of spite.

So I do that, I loudly whisper “ I have a way to escape.”.

This draws everyone's attention, as I hear everyone's head move to look at me, and hear one extremely stupid one, that yells “Realy!”.

“ Quiet idiot, the guards may hear us.”.

As I hear no one else talk, I nod to myself, “First I’m going to make a hole in the bottom of the carriage, then I will free all of you, and after, we will all scatter in different directions. Do you understand?”.

I hear no one ask anything, so I get right to it.

I get down on my kidneys and start carving. I try to make it as small as possible, the bare minimum for the biggest guy in here to get through.

After a painstaking twenty-six minutes and nine seconds of carving, which I counted, the dug-out part is barely being held up by an uncarved segment.

Judging myself capable of doing the rest with my hands, I lach my currently scrawny arms onto it and just barely bend it back revealing the ground.

Oh, the road, I can tell where I am by how the road looks. The paths of the slums are rough, with barely any effort given into making them, some bricks on the paths lay broken and barely surviving their original purpose, and other parts lay completely bare, exposed patches of dirt.

But if I were in the slums, I could tell by the horrendous smell. No, this road comes from the middle part of the city, where the slums end and the middle-class citizens live. And I’d say considering how the road is slowly looking less and less worn, we are getting close to the gallows, which is near the palace and the academy.