In the design room, a bald strong man was cutting fabrics, modifying patterns, and making samples. The whole room was filled with various portraits, various fabrics, and various clothing accessories, but it was not messy at all. Everything was neatly placed, even giving people a pleasing feeling.
"Passed! Passed!"
A young female prisoner pushed open the door of the design studio and said excitedly, "Master Langna, the design we submitted has been approved. The main style of Kaishi this summer is the 'Dream Bubble' series designed by you! Congratulations!"
"This is our common honor." Langna smiled faintly and said, "Annette, with this successful experience, you have become a qualified fashion designer."
"It's all thanks to Master Langna's teaching." Annette bowed deeply. "If it weren't for Master Langna's unreserved teaching, how could I have made such rapid progress? This is your honor, Master. My contribution is simply insignificant. I am unworthy of it."
"Well, you're welcome. If you don't mind, you can have dinner with us tonight." Ronna's mouth curled up, his eyes filled with smiles: "I have to share this good news with Ronnie."
"Can we order food?" Annette also joked.
"Okay, but the total price has to be within five contribution points." Langna blinked, "Okay, get to work. Don't think you can slack off just because you have Keshi's contribution points. There is no such thing as too much contribution points. And you should try to design independently. Maybe you will be responsible for the design project next quarter..."
"Okay, okay, I get it. Master Langna, you are good in every way, except that you are too long-winded."
Langna sighed helplessly, lowered his head and continued working.
Annette looked at the pile of fabrics in front of her and had no intention of working. Her attention soon fell on Langna. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that men at work were really attractive, and the more she looked at him, the more she couldn't hide her infatuated smile.
Unfortunately, he doesn't like women.
Annette sighed, feeling that the world was so cruel. She finally met someone she liked. It would be fine if she had to compete with women, but why did she have to compete with men
She had been in Broken Lake Prison for more than a year. Like most death row inmates, she had no skills to make a living outside of criminal law, and she did not have the ability to fight in the death fighting arena - this might be a good thing, at least she would not be beaten up by those fierce men in the Death Fighting Society and doubt her life.
Annette naturally did not dare to bet that the citizens would let her survive the Blood Moon Trial because of her beauty - the opposite was very likely, as destroying beauty has always been an impulse deep in the human heart.
The perverted people in this country are not just the death row prisoners in prison.
But learning a skill that can earn contribution points in prison is not almost as easy as encountering a whirlpool in the ocean of knowledge.
Repetitive simple physical labor is of no value, either it is a unique skill with ingenuity, such as orc maze toys, goblin bone carvings, ogre oil paintings - Annette only found out after coming in that ogre oil paintings can be sold for so much money.
In addition, there are complex jobs that require mental labor, such as writing, music composition, and tax processing. Because of the "harmlessness" of death row prisoners, the tax accountants in Broken Lake Prison are especially popular with the rich. As long as they can survive the first Blood Moon Trial, most death row prisoners with the abilities of actuaries, tax accountants, and accountants can live well in prison.
Annette naturally had no time to learn skills, nor did she have the brains to do complex work. Just when she was about to give up waiting to die and was wandering around in prison, she accidentally walked into Langna's design studio.
There were fabrics and cloths everywhere, and Annette could hardly take her eyes away from the samples of clothes from the design studio that were put on portraits - the prison only provided pure white prison clothes, and she hadn't worn nice clothes for a long time.
She looked around the design studio for a long time until a deep male voice suddenly came from behind her:
"Do you like this dress? Do you want to try it on?"
Then she somehow became Langna's designer assistant and became an apprentice to a fashion designer.
Anyone who knows Langna would find it difficult to associate his appearance with the profession of "fashion designer", but Langna is an exclusive designer that the Blood Moon brand clothing "Keshi" attaches great importance to, and almost every one of his designs becomes Keshi's main style of the season.
Young girls and young women wearing fashionable styles would never know that the designs of their clothes were created by a bald death row inmate.
Although there is certainly some brand promotion, the fact that Langna's designs can lead the trend every season is enough to prove how excellent Langna's ability is. Even Annette, who has never been involved in fashion design, has grown step by step under Langna's guidance. Now her joint design project with Langna has even been recognized by Kaishi!
Annette even began to be grateful for going to prison - if her life in the past twenty years was a dark chaos, then Ronna was the brightest rainbow she had ever encountered.
Langna's character, talent, conversation, everything about him was so attractive to her.
Even the bald head exudes the unruly light unique to artists.
If I could be with Langna for the rest of my life, then I would be fine even if I stayed in prison. In fact, compared to the turbid society outside, a small prison could accommodate a quiet design studio.
Unfortunately, he didn't like that woman.
Whenever she thought of this, Annette would feel grief-stricken. She actually thought about going to the treatment room to find a doctor to perform a full body transformation and gender change. In the Blood Moon Kingdom, gender was never an insurmountable obstacle.
But it was really hard to make up her mind, and Annette didn't know if Ronald would mind a non-native man, and Ronald was single at the time, so Annette wanted to straighten Ronald out through a long period of love. Isn't there a saying, 'No matter how crooked a man is, he will be straight when he's hard'? Annette was still very confident in her body and her ability to flirt.
If the chip hadn't restricted any violent behavior, Annette would have even wanted to get on the bus first and buy the ticket later.
However, a year later, Ronald had already found a new partner, but Annette had never even touched Ronald's bald head. She even had to eat with them at night, eating with the sour smell of their love.
When she thought of this, Annette felt that the cloth in front of her was the stinky man named Ronald, and she cut him into pieces with scissors.
Knock knock.
The door of the design studio was pushed open. Ronna raised his head, his eyes narrowed into crescents, and his cheeks were dimpled as he smiled. "Ronnie, how did you find time to come here? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to accompany you to the treatment room?"
Ronald, looking pale, shook his head: "I'm fine, Ronald, I came here today to see you for something."
"To be precise," a handsome man walked into the design studio, "we have something to ask you."
Langna's face turned cold. "'Beautiful Beast' Igula... Ronnie, he is very dangerous, come to my side quickly. Igula, don't think that prison can protect you. If you dare to hurt Ronnie, I also have many ways to make you live a life worse than death."
Another person walked into the design room and stood between Igula and Langna: "Don't worry, Langna, no one will be hurt here."
Langna no longer had a smile on his face. "'Devil' Ash, I thought that even if we weren't friends, we were definitely not enemies."
Ash smiled and said, "We are friends. We were friends in the past, we are friends now, and we will be friends in the future."
"Lonna, we are here to discuss cooperation with you."
Langna suddenly raised his hand: "Annette, you go out first."
"Grandmaster-"
"go out!"
Annette glared at Ash and the others, then left angrily, biting her lower lip.
Ash glanced at the closed door and said, "You should be able to guess why we are here. We are not here to talk about any obscene topics between men, and we don't mind having an accomplice."
Although Igula did not use a loud speaker to announce his escape, he had contacted several famous people in the prison, and the news had already spread. With the power of "Gourmet" Langna, he must have known Igula's intention, so he deliberately got rid of Annette.
Ron simply ignored Ash, his blue eyes staring at Ronald quietly, "Ronnie, is this what you mean?"
Ronald, who was a little timid at first, faced those blue eyes and couldn't help but recall the brutality that happened in the death fight. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Ronald, I want to join Igula's team and escape with them!"
"Ronnie, we can live well in prison. The contribution points I earn are enough for us to never be selected for the Blood Moon Trial—"
"But I want to leave!" Ronald shouted, "Ronald, do you want to go with me or stay here!?"
Langna was silent for a long time and glanced at Ash and Igula.
When his eyes swept over him, Ash got goose bumps all over his body, and he felt a sense of fear as if he had met his natural enemy, and even had the urge to run away!
It's like... facing the executioner!
"Ronnie, you know I can't say no to someone I love."
After a long while, Ronaldo exhaled and said calmly: "Beautiful beast, evil demon, as you wish, I, Ronaldo Dinho, am willing to obey your command. But you must remember that if Ronnie encounters an accident during the operation, you will also be buried with him."
"Tell me about your plan."
"Because we haven't found all the people yet, we can't reveal too much for now." Igula said: "I can only tell you: Ash has a way to remove the chip restrictions."
Langna glanced at Ash with surprise, but didn't say much: "Who else do you need to find? I can help."
Igula shook his head: "No, but you have to tell us what abilities you have after the chip restrictions are lifted. Maybe you can make up for the team's shortcomings, and we don't need to find new members."
Langna was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about whether to reveal his background. Everyone was not in a hurry and waited quietly for Langna's decision.
Finally, he sighed and said, "Turn off all the lights except one."
When there was only one lamp in the corner left in the design studio, Langna walked into the shadow that the light could not cover and blended into the darkness.
"I'm a Moon Shadow."
Igula's body trembled: "Impossible, the Moon Shadow Clan and the Blood Saint Clan cannot enter the Blood Moon Trial. The Institute and the Church will not allow such a thing that tarnishes the reputation of the two clans to happen-"
"But I am an exception. Unlike my compatriots who need the light of the blood moon to enter the Moon Shadow, I must hide in the shadows to transform. Under the light of the blood moon, I cannot transform. The church does not need to worry that I will do anything to tarnish the honor of my race."
"Besides, unlike my compatriots who resonated with the blood moon and fell into rage, I never listened to the call of the blood moon. After entering the moon shadow, I will only become more cruel, more rebellious, and more... cruel."
With the predator's light and agile steps, a two-meter-tall werewolf covered with gray hair walked into the light.
Its pair of deep blue pupils made the three of them feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.
"I am a traitor to the church, a disgrace to Moon Shadow, and a beast that even Blood Moon spit on. I am neither a pure Moon Shadow nor a pious human being. Every hair of mine is filled with disloyalty to Blood Moon."
"They call me a werewolf."
PS: This is the fifth update, and the first order result has not yet reached the target, I bet it can reach 5000. No need to wait, if there is, there will be an additional update at 8 am tomorrow.