"Hey, isn't this Edmund, the executive secretary of the Tax Bureau? I told you that you would come in and keep me company sooner or later."
"Brothers, I have a grudge against this person, so don't fight with me. I'll let you guys take over the last five deathmatches, but I'll let you enjoy the first five, okay?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a bunch of big shots. Does that mean Andreye's Eternal Wine Club is wiped out? The mayor is too ruthless. He didn't let anyone go."
"Kaimon City is already the kingdom of Finanxue."
In the central hall, the death row prisoners crowded around, welcoming the arrival of the new inmates with laughter and joy. Compared to their predecessors who were gloating over the misfortune, the new inmates were much calmer, and one after another, under the instructions of the prison guards, they pressed their fingers on a copper roster.
"Strange, there wasn't such a grand welcome ceremony when I was first imprisoned." Ash, who was hiding aside and observing, couldn't help but sigh.
"That's because you are special."
Ash turned around and saw that it was the necromancer Harvey. Harvey was still chatty and took up his topic very naturally, as if they were very familiar with each other: "The Four Pillar Gods are too notorious. You are the first Four Pillar Gods cult leader in a hundred years. Before your permissions are completely revised, the prison dare not let you get close to other prisoners."
"Modify permissions?"
"Have you seen the 'Catalogue of Criminals'?" Harvey pointed to the bronze roster. "When we go to prison, we all need to press our fingers on it. After pressing, our permissions are taken over by the prison. The prison can completely control our various permissions, such as attack permissions and magic power output permissions."
"Ah?" Ash was a little surprised: "Weren't these permissions banned when we were arrested?"
"Yes, but our management authority was previously in the hands of the Criminal Hunting Department. After being imprisoned, it will be transferred to the prison."
"Why bother?"
"This is necessary. First, if our authority is still in the hands of the Criminal Hunting Office, then the Criminal Hunting Office can lift our ban remotely. If we cause trouble here, wouldn't the prison be the one to suffer? Wouldn't the Criminal Hunting Office be blamed? Therefore, both the Criminal Hunting Office and the prison must transfer their jurisdiction."
"Secondly, the processor of the Criminal Hunting Office is too far away from the prison. As time goes by, the restrictions may be worn away."
Ash was startled: "Can the restriction be worn out?"
"All chains will eventually rust." Harvey said, and suddenly walked out of the crowd and grabbed the collar of one of the lizard tribes: "Habern, where is Narbel?"
When the snake lizards saw Harvey, the color of their scales became lighter. "Archibald, you...how did you remember me? You shouldn't remember me!"
It took Ash a while to remember that Harvey's name was Archibald Harvey, but the name was too long, so he only remembered the last name.
But what did the basilisk tribe mean by this, 'should not remember'
"I'm a necromancer. It's not impossible for me to add a backdoor to the soul... Memories are something you can only forget, not completely forget." Harvey glared at the lizard tribe: "Where's Narbel!? Why didn't she come in with you!?"
For a moment, Ash thought that Harvey had a grudge against Narbelle - this is a prison for death row inmates, and a normal person would only want his enemy to come in, right
But the answer from the lizard tribe made Ash smell the scent of a melodrama, "Why do you want to think of her... Aren't you asking for trouble?"
"She betrayed you? She ran away? Or did she—"
"She's dead. Andreye fell. We were caught up by hunters while fleeing. She was shot through the head and couldn't be saved."
Harvey's mouth twitched: "... You promised me, and the boss also promised me, you..."
"The boss is dead too. I'm the weakest, so I was the first to be caught." The snake lizard tribe said, "The Hunting Bureau sent a whole law enforcement brigade... Fei Nanxue and the others deliberately spread the news to let us escape. They came here to wipe out the roots, and we were just ants that they got rid of."
"I don't care about you so much, I care about you so... much!" Harvey's face was full of anger, gritting his teeth, but his legs softened and he knelt down, his eyes red: "Impossible... That's Narbel, how could she be like this..."
No one pulled them apart, not even the prison guards - due to chip restrictions, their most aggressive move was to grab each other by the collar, and there was no way they could fight.
This farce was soon forgotten and was not even a topic of conversation. Although Ash was very curious about Harvey's bloody past, it was obvious that if he went to ask now he would only be dragged into a fight to the death by Harvey. Seeing that it was almost time, he went to the restaurant to eat.
There was already a group of crew members and blood-crazed hunters eating in the restaurant. They were all sitting on one side of the restaurant, and the prisoners consciously sat on the other side - not to mention that there were no troublemakers in Broken Lake Prison. Even if there were troublemakers, they could not cause trouble or swear. Would they walk over to say hello to the hunters
Today's recommended menu is red bean paste lala fat, orc cheese lettuce, coconut tart. Not long after Ash sat down, a gentle-looking young man sat in front of him.
Ash felt like he had seen this person on the registration list before: "New here?"
“Well, hello, my name is Baraka,” the young man responded shyly.
"Hello, my name is Ash."
But Ash had been here for so long that he had become wary. As the saying goes, the pinker the appearance, the darker the inside. This shy young man might be a lawless criminal who has committed many crimes. "Why are you here for dinner?"
"Because... it's noon now?"
"Shouldn't you be confined to your dormitories on your first day here and wait for food to be delivered?"
"No, after we were taken to our dormitories, we were free to move around without any restrictions."
Ash understood that being put in solitary confinement on the first day was a special treatment for cult leaders.
"Are you also in prison because of political struggle? You are so young and yet you have become a political prisoner. You are young and promising!"
"No, no, no, I'm actually... a writer."
When it comes to his profession, Baraka is even more shy.
"… It's so strict out there. Can you be sentenced to death for writing a book? For being politically involved? For being pornographic?"
“Actually, I haven’t written it yet.”
"ah?"
"A few months after I finished writing my last novel, I came up with a great subject, so I discussed it with my editor. The editor told me that if I insisted on writing it, I would have to report it to the Criminal Investigation Department. I asked him to write it in prison and not harm our publishing house."
Ash blinked: "And then you came in?"
Baraka nodded. "After the Criminal Hunting Office heard what I said, they sent a memory expert to investigate my memory. After the judgment of the Court of Arbitration, they sentenced me to redemption for 'endangering public safety' and to purify my mind during the Blood Moon Trial."
"Then you can't not write it?"
"After investigating my memory, the memory master found that I had no repentance at all. My memory was full of details of the new book. They believed that as long as I was alive, I would find a way to write it. This is indeed the case, because I am not the creator, I am just a narrator. I cannot let such a good story rot in my mind."
Ash gave a thumbs up: "Come on, I'll support you! By the way, is there any erotic content?"
"No."
"Then I support you morally. I'm actually not interested in books."
During the conversation, Ash finally saw Igula walk into the door, so he quickly put the tray in the recycling area and poured the food into the slop bucket, then walked over to Igula and put his arm around his shoulder: "Have you eaten? The hunters have almost finished eating, and the action signal will appear soon. Why haven't Ronald and Ronald been seen yet-"
"They won't come."
"Um?"
"I told them that the plan was cancelled."
Ash showed no surprise or hysteria, nor was there confusion in his eyes. He just looked at Igula calmly without saying a word.
"Ash, you know the effect of the contract. If it's not absolutely necessary, I can't go against your wishes." Igula said, "And I'm not really resisting in my heart. If I really resisted, I wouldn't have come up with such a plan that I've been thinking about for many years."
"For me, this plan is also the stage I have been looking forward to for a long time. You have filled the final gap in this plan. To be honest, even if you didn't make this wish to me, I might not be able to help but cooperate with you in planning this action."
"Believe me, I want to get out of this shithole where even the air is suffocating, just like you do."
Igula held Ash's shoulder and said, "But it really can't happen today. The plan must be cancelled."
"Why?"
"Because every important part of the plan is impossible to achieve. Too many special events happened this week, and I didn't take the impact of these events into account in the plan, resulting in the reality being far from what I imagined."
Suddenly there was a burst of noise at the door. The first group of hunters who had finished their meal left one after another, and the second group of hunters began to enter the restaurant.
Ash glanced at them and sighed, "Here comes the signal to act."
Igula shook his head slightly: "This is a danger signal... You will soon see the first unstable factor that will destroy the plan."
Suddenly, all the blood-crazed hunters stood up and bowed to the person at the door: "Hello, Captain!"
"Good afternoon, everyone."
The white-haired hunter in a black short-sleeved shirt glanced at the condemned prisoners and said with a smile, "Good afternoon, scum."
A death row inmate raised his head in dissatisfaction: "I will complain to the Criminal Court about you-"
"It's rare to be able to scold so many scum at once, I am willing to accept the punishment, isn't it just a deduction of one month's salary for each scolding? Well, now I scolded twice, two months' salary is gone."
The white-haired hunter snapped his fingers and smiled disdainfully: "But I prefer the number three, so I'll add one more sentence - scum, how does it feel to be scolded by me but not to scold me? Isn't it very uncomfortable? Hahaha! I especially like to see the scum's angry and helpless expressions!"
Another death row inmate with a gloomy face said: "I will remember you, you'd better-"
"You should really remember me, because many of you were captured by me!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he glanced at the prisoners in the restaurant. His gaze was like a sharp sword, and everyone was terrified by his stare. Ash recalled the last time he met him.
The fear of having a sword pierce his chest once again spread throughout his body.
"I am Gerald Westminster, the Blood Maniac Hunter of the Crime Hunting Hall, Hunter No. 307791." Gerald said with a joking smile: "When you see the Blood Moon Master, don't forget to give him my regards."