Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 217

All the following day, Allerica watched the new prisoner.She has seen many people locked in, and some of them would choose to pretend to be unconscious at the beginning in order to avoid torture and violation.But when the guards were in the mood, they didn't care if the prisoner was awake or not.

But this young boy in front of him (at least on the outside) doesn't really need to pretend to be faint at all.The indulgence of the jailers can only be aimed at people who are lower than them, and they must not violate the orders of the "adults".In any case, the boy's time in jail would be safe, though Yarrelica wouldn't assert that it was a good thing—the Aconite brought in a lot, but took it out quickly.She had heard two jailers gossiping about the "ritual" of the Aconitum, complaining that he was consuming his offerings too quickly.

Yale Liga guesses that Aconitum is plotting something with Villars.Before she was thrown here, Villar used to speak of the Aconitum with fondness.In the Doomsday Church, being called "respected" usually means extreme cruelty and bigotry.

Another question lingered in Yareriga's mind.When she was mesmerized by the fantasies described by Villar, she believed what he said that "the Temple of Doom has become completely different".Back then she thought Valar meant that the Sanctuary of Doom was no longer as crazy as it was in the days of the Crimson Valar, but now it seemed that it was nothing more than a different form.Crimson Vera's witch lineage comes from the Sisterhood, but at some point his descendants merged the entire Doomsday Temple into the School of Silence.

At that time, she felt that it was not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing, because "Princess Mountain" was no longer a unified group of peaks.After the second massacre ended, the entire holy land was torn apart in time and space, and the peaks named after the eldest daughter of King Lagorgon rolled to every corner of the star layer like rubble falling from a landslide.She knew that the sixth peak had sworn to be under the rule of the alliance, and the third peak openly declared war on the White Tower as the representative of the alliance. Since then, they have called themselves "forbidden scholars" to the outside world.

The rest of the peaks are silent and hidden, not revealing any true thoughts to the world, just like their tradition in the old age.Out of emotional blindness, Yale Liga once believed that the second peak was indeed, as Villar said, a pure land completely free from the secular world.She could have gone out to the village to find out first, but she met Villar first.

She wants to see Paradise too much, or just wants to meet someone of the same kind too much.It was their mutual misfortune--her own now, but sooner or later it would be Deboviral's.

During the whole day when she observed the boy in red, she also took these thoughts and wandered in her memory maze, trying to find a solution to the current predicament.The fear and shame gradually faded away in the process, leaving only the inexhaustible beliefs like the sand in the sea of ​​stars.

With a vengeful heart, she trudges through it, hunting for any clues that might help resolve her predicament.Until it was getting dark, Yale Liga still didn't see the boy in red on the opposite side move.He didn't turn over, babble or groan, just stood still like a dummy.

Yale Liga didn't even notice the rise and fall of his breathing, and almost suspected that he was dead.She was sure he wasn't a dead body, completely trusting that Aconitum wouldn't allow a "very special" prisoner to die by accident.For a moment, she couldn't see what attracted the black-headed man to him, and she only felt that his clothes were a bit like people from Cloudsdale, but relatively speaking, they were much simpler.

A footstep interrupted her thoughts.A certain jailer came through the passage to deliver the daily food and water.This job is usually done by a male mountain monster called Dufu.He is not tall, but he is very strong, and he is always assigned this kind of boring work.Because the appearance of their race generally gives the outside world this impression: fierce, rude, stupid and greedy.

Allerica did not despise him for this.In her opinion, this mountain monster was hiding his own cunning and greed. Every time he came to deliver food, he would take the opportunity to plunder or blackmail the prisoners, and swallowed all the little personal items that the "big shots" didn't bother to take away.This kind of behavior is very unique among the jailers on this floor. For example, Sati has never been interested in gold, silver and jewelry. He just likes to watch people cry and fall.

Du Fu gave her the water through the gap in the cell.A piece of raw meat, and water filled with animal parts, that water is mixed with some kind of medicine, which will make most eaters weak and mentally weak.According to the few words Yale Liga overheard, the meat and water were all leftovers after the sacrifices in the temple.

She noticed that the water container today did not look like a stomach or bladder, and was still stained with blood and umbilical cord.This kind of thing happened two or three times out of ten times, and she controlled herself not to think about the source of these fresh flesh and organs.The former owner obviously has no use for them, but she needs to gather as much strength as possible to stay awake.

Now there are few residents in the prison and the environment is deserted, so Dufu only took two rations in total.He gave Yale Liga the extra share, looked her over greedily, and then turned around to distribute the other share.This time he didn't stuff the food and water through the gap, but slowly opened the cell.

Yale Liga stopped biting the raw meat and watched the scene quietly.She'd seen every single thing the guards did to the prisoners in her time in prison, and most of them didn't have very picky tastes, especially children.

She didn't think Du Fu dared to disobey the order of the black-headed man, but there was still a lot of room for flexibility under that, especially since the boy on the opposite side showed no sign of waking up.Du Fu walked into the prison quietly, turned the boy over, and lay face up on the ground.At this moment, Allerica finally saw his profile.For an exceptionally beautiful human child, even in the vast and endless maze of memories of Yale Liga, it is extremely difficult to find such a bright and perfect human face.

Du Fu's performance was more surprised than her.He looked at the boy's face for a while, as if he was weighing the price, or thinking about the method.That gaze and demeanor made Yarelica feel that the situation was disadvantageous.After a moment of consideration, she deliberately changed her sitting position, shaking her neck vigorously in the process.

The thick iron chains on her horns were pulled, making a rattling sound.The chain went through her horns, and the excess was hanging down, and the source went through a hole near the ceiling, all the way to the outside of the cell.Yale Liga has tried a few times and guessed that the iron chain finally leads to the entrance of the cell where the jailers stay, so as long as she moves a little more, there will soon be a jailer with a high status (usually Sati) Come and view.

Du Fu was overwhelmed by the noise of the chains, and glared at her viciously.Allerica stopped provoking him and just pretended to be interested in her nails.She knew that despite the lowly status of the troll among the jailers, it was dangerous to offend someone who was responsible for bringing her food.

This kind of risky behavior is not often seen by her, but if there is a suitable opportunity, she will not hesitate to make a move.It had nothing to do with knowledge or lust, she was just a cub who always favored animals.

Du Fu stared at her resentfully for a while, then reached for the cuffs of the boy in red, looking for a secret pocket or a money pouch.Yale Liga thought about it for a while, and finally decided to let him fiddle with it.After all, Dove had to gain something, and it was destined not to be a big loss-anything really valuable had obviously been taken by the blackhead, and the remaining floating wealth was worthless in prison.

The troll couldn't touch anything in the boy's wide sleeve.He cursed unluckily, and stretched out his hand to the boy's neckline.It seemed hopeless, Yale Liga also thought that he would return empty-handed, but Dufu grabbed a white silk rope from inside.

A white rope hung around the boy's neck.Du Fu pulled the thread, and finally a half-moon-shaped pitch-black stone fell out from the boy's arms.The stone slid along the master's shoulder and fell to the ground, making an unusually crisp jingling sound.

Allerica and Dufu stared at the dark and smooth stone together.The latter seemed a bit confused, not sure whether he had harvested the same valuable loot.He stretched out his hand unhappily, trying to pull the stone off the boy's neck.

What followed was beyond Allerica's expectations.Du Fu, who was holding onto the stone, screamed suddenly, as shrill as if he had been stabbed in the eye by a knife.He threw away the stone in his hand and clutched his palm in excruciating pain.A wisp of blue smoke was floating up from his palm.

The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and Du Fu didn't even have time to take revenge on the culprit, so he ran out in panic to seek help.After his figure completely disappeared, Yale Liga immediately leaned against the prison door and carefully observed the black stone.She found that the surface of the stone was shining with little emerald green light.

The emerald light attracted her attention, so that she didn't realize that the boy in red had opened his eyes more than ten seconds later.

The blood-red sleeves flowed, covering the black stone with strange light spots, and then the new prisoner sat up and looked around expressionlessly.

It was too late for Yale Liga to pretend to be asleep.She sat where she was, waiting for the other party to ask her the ins and outs.However, when the other party turned to look at her, Yale Liga didn't see the perplexed look she imagined.

He has dark eyes of the same color as his hair.After looking at each other for a long time with Yareliga, his gaze became cold and empty, which reminded Yareriga of the bottomless ravine below the prison of the flyover.

The boy spoke to her coldly, uttering a word in the alliance language with a peculiar tone.

"The monster," he said.




(End of this chapter)