Nagu finally took off his boots, revealing his cute socks embroidered with golden little lion patterns.
There was no way he could refuse the request.
Hundreds of thousands of citizens were watching the live broadcast, and each of them held a ballot in their hands. If Nagu wanted to leave prison and become a city council member in the future, he could not do anything to damage his image.
Nagu also applied for the position of supervisor specifically from the prison in order to increase his exposure and make himself familiar to the citizens, thus paving the way for his future competition for councillor.
If he can't even fulfill this "little wish", not to mention being a member of parliament, even the prison will think that he has a bad image and bad reputation, and the supervisors will not let him do it.
Having lost the position of supervisor, which is the easiest to improve his resume, Nagu has to be trapped in this prison as a guard until he is promoted to the second-wing gold.
Although the interests were clearly weighed, when Nagu held the new boots that he had been looking forward to for a whole year and had just worn for less than a month, he still couldn't help but feel sad.
"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Ash urged.
"Can you catch it?"
“I can catch it!”
"When wearing it, your feet should be put in vertically, otherwise the texture on the outside will be wrinkled."
"I will, I will."
"I actually have a nice pair of boots. Why don't I go back and get them for you now—"
"Throw it over here quickly!"
One camera eye made a hip-hop laugh. This is because if most of the audience watching the live broadcast made the same reaction at the same time, it would be fed back to the camera eye, letting the live host know what effect his performance had achieved.
Obviously, the interaction between Ash and Nagu made the audience laugh. The audience had watched Blood Moon Judgment hundreds of times, but had never seen such a funny pair of death row prisoners and supervisors.
Nagu made up his mind. He didn't want to be a clown in the eyes of the citizens, so he threw the boots out.
Ash took the boots and took a closer look, and found that the quality of the boots was indeed good, with high-quality texture and high-end appearance. No wonder Nagu's expression was as sad as if he had lost his beloved concubine.
"Ah, don't stuff it in like that, isn't yours too big? Don't be so impatient, take your time, you'll leave marks on it if you use so much force! Can you be gentler?"
Nagu felt heartbroken watching this, he was hoping to get the boots back later, but Ash wouldn't live long anyway.
Ash was too lazy to pay attention to him. He put on his boots and activated the substitute spell again. A substitute that looked exactly like him appeared next to him.
Even his shoes were changed to the steel-soled boots that Ash was wearing now.
"Stand on the wire for a few seconds and see."
The double walked to the wire and stood firmly. This time the wire could no longer cut his boots.
If the stand is not hurt, it will naturally not disappear.
"Okay!" Ash said excitedly, "Come back."
The substitute is back.
“Get down!”
The stand-in squatted down.
Ash rode on the Stand's neck and said, "Carry me along the tightrope to the big platform on the other side!"
However, this time the Stand did not respond. Ash lowered his head and saw the Stand calmly raising its head and looking at him.
"Carry me along the tightrope to the big platform opposite!" He thought the stand-in didn't hear him, so he repeated it again.
After three seconds of silence, the stand seemed to finally understand the meaning of the words, or rather, it understood its own fate.
Ying.
Ying.
Every time the double took a step, the steel wire made a whimpering sound, which frightened Ash. He saw other death row prisoners walking easily, but when it was his turn to walk, he felt the urge to urinate just by looking down at the sea below.
But he succeeded—the stand-in was able to carry him across.
Ash vaguely discovered another wonderful aspect of the magician system.
If ordinary people can't do anything that they are not told you can do, then magicians can do anything that they are not told you can't do.
The former are all false, the latter are all true.
The effect of the substitute spirit is to create a substitute that is exactly like him, disappears when hurt, and completely obeys his orders.
Therefore, as long as Ash does not exceed the limits, he can order his Stand to do incredible things, even if these things are beyond his ability to do.
Just like now, Ash himself has no ability to walk on the tightrope, nor does he have the ability to carry someone on his back while walking on the tightrope.
However, a stand-in can do it.
Because this is Ash's order,
Because this is a task that a stand-in can accomplish in theory.
So it can.
The magic spirit is not a miracle because it cannot distort the rules of reality.
It is simply the infinite extension of knowledge, the standard answer of theory, and the best result allowed by reality.
It's the limit.
It would be great if I could take the substitute spirit back to my original world... Then I can let the substitute help me take care of my parents at home...
Ash thought again, this is such a waste of talent, I already have a substitute, what made me so short-sighted
That’s right, it’s capital.
So I should let my replacement go to work, and I will go home and take care of my parents, but it is also possible that my parents will take care of me...
While he was daydreaming, the stand-in had already walked most of the way. At this time, most of the other death row prisoners had climbed to the large platform opposite, and only Ash and Valkas were left on the steel wire.
"You two just stand there and don't move! Don't come over here!"
A death row inmate with a scar on his face picked up a rifle and aimed it at Ash: "If you dare to take another step forward, don't blame me for sending you down to feed the fish!"
The other death row inmates were startled for a moment, then realized something and stood aside in silence.
Ash blinked and asked, "Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Valcas laughed from a distance, "Cowards will always take advantage of others' misfortunes, scum will always judge others by their own standards, and the weak can only live in disgrace."
Although Valcas was an old riddler, Ash discovered that the death row inmates were not looking at him, but at the executioner behind him. He immediately understood what they were thinking—they were afraid that he would rush over and use them as shields to resist the executioner!
Oh yes!
It turns out there is such a thing!
As expected of a death row inmate, his brain works faster than mine when it comes to harming others and not benefiting himself!
The redeemed person tonight is undoubtedly one of Ash and Valkas. If they are allowed to walk onto the big platform, it means that the executioner will also chase after them.
From the hideous and terrifying image of the executioner, it is clear at first glance that its attack method is not a mental attack without pollution or residue, but most likely a large-scale AOE physical attack that sweeps through thousands of troops.
That is to say, if it is executing the sentence, other onlookers will most likely be implicated!
So the death row inmate who reached the big platform first became excited.
We can’t let Ash and the other two reach the big platform!
Otherwise, the ending would definitely be the annihilation of all eight people!
That's why Scarface threatened Ash and the other man with a gun not to move forward. In his opinion, the best outcome would be for Ash and the other man to be executed by the executioner in the middle of the steel wire.
"If you don't want to fall down and be fed to the fish, just behave yourself!" Scarface roared.
"I reject!"
Ash said righteously: "My favorite thing to do is to say no when someone threatens me! Take a step forward!"
Oh~
The stand-in took a heavy step forward, swaying on the steel wire and screaming!
boom!
Scarface fired a shot, and the scar on his face was twisted into a centipede-like shape by fear and anger. "I will fire, stop right there... stop right there!"
"I-don't-believe-you-will-shoot-me!"
With every word Ash said, the Stand took a step forward, looking as arrogant and demanding as a sandbag, making people clench their fists.
boom!
"Don't force me. I really can shoot. I killed 19 people before I came here. If you don't believe me, you can look at my information!"
However, Ash had already seen through his outward appearance and said calmly, "You are a smart person because you thought of threatening me so quickly. But it is precisely because you are a smart person that I am sure you will not fire your gun."
“Why?”
"Because if I die here, you will be the one executed by the executioner!"
Ash smiled and said, "If the two of us hadn't died, you could at least be sure that the two of us would have been the ones executed. But if we died, then the audience would have chosen one of the six of you to vote for!"
Scarface's mouth twitched: "Well, so what? It may not be me!"
"No, it must be you." Ash laughed, "Think about it, the audience is looking forward to the two of us being executed, but you ruined their mood. Do you think they will vent their anger by voting?"
"Secondly, haven't you noticed that everyone else is staying away from you?"
Scarface was slightly startled and looked around, only to find that he was standing in the middle exposure position. Everyone else retreated to the left and right edges, trying not to be in the same frame with Scarface!
"Why should they avoid you? Because if you can really force us to the wire, then they can reap the benefits; if you shoot us, then you will definitely be the audience's vote. Either way, they won't lose."
Ash showed a refreshing smile: "Or are you a model prisoner who has gotten rid of vulgarity, has noble morals, and has turned over a new leaf. Would you rather sacrifice yourself to protect other inmates?"
Scarface's hands trembled slightly, but he lowered the muzzle of the gun quietly.
"And let's take a step back. Even if you are not the one to be executed, so what? One of you six will be chosen anyway. Won't the executioner still attack this large platform? Or do you believe that your companions are polite and moral good citizens who will jump into the sea when they find out they are being executed, and won't drag you down with them and cause trouble for everyone?"
As he spoke, the stand had already carried Ash across the wire.
Ash secretly let go of the heavy stone in his heart, his back was already soaked with sweat.
He was not as confident as he looked. After all, who knew if Scarface would suddenly get excited and hit him in the face? Even though Ash spoke so logically just now, his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
In order not to irritate Scarface, he also signaled the stand-in to walk as slowly as possible, creating the illusion that "he hasn't come over yet" for Scarface, giving him more time to think.
Thinking is the best iced drink for anger.
The more he thought about it, the more cautious he became;
The more you think, the more timid you become;
The more I listened, the more I felt that what Ash said made sense.
In the past, when colleagues in the team wanted to run away, Yaxiu always used the "listen, feel, and think" approach to change their minds - at least they had to wait until the project was completed before running away.
Ash jumped off the Stand and patted Scarface's shoulder: "So, do you know where your way out is?"
Scarface seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and asked anxiously, "Where is the way out?"
"Go back or hang on the wire." Ash smiled and said, "Since I'm standing here, if you don't want to die, the only way is to stay away from me."
"This is my place, you are the ones who should leave!"