Spellmaster’s Manual

2021-10-23

  Chapter 93 Gerald Westminster    "Yeah, isn't this Edmond, Executive Secretary of the Tax Administration? I told you that you will come in and accompany me sooner or later."

"Brothers, this man has an enemy with me, don't grab me. I will give you the last 5 death fights, but the first 5 deaths Fight, it’s okay for me to refresh myself?"

"tsk tsk tsk, it’s a great character after another, so Andreyer’s wine club for the immortal is wiped out? The mayor starts. It’s too ruthless, I don’t miss any of them."

"Kaimon City is already Fernandez's kingdom."

In the central hall, the death row prisoners crowded around, happy laughter. and cheerful voices welcome the arrival of new inmates. Compared with the seniors who take pleasure in other people's misfortune, the newcomers are much calmer, one by one, under the instructions of the prison guard, they press their fingers on a bronze roster.

"Weird, when I was in jail, I didn't have such a grand welcome ceremony." Ash, who was observing from the side, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"That's because you are special."

Ash turned his head and found that it was the undead Spellmaster Harvey. The latter is still so nagging, so naturally he took on his topic, as if they were very familiar: "Four Pillar Gods is so fierce, you are the first Four Pillar Gods cult Sect Lord for a hundred years, and you haven’t completely changed yours. Before the permission, the prison dared not let you approach other prisoners."

"Modify the permissions?"

"Have you seen the "Catalog of Sinners"?" Harvey pointed out Refers to the bronze roster: "When we are in prison, we need to touch our fingers on it. After pressing, our authority will be taken over by the prison. The prison can completely control our various authorities, such as attack authority and mana output authority."

"Huh?" Ash was a little surprised: "Aren't these permissions banned when we were arrested?"

"Yes, but our management permissions were hunting crimes before In the hands of the hall, we have to go to jail after we are in prison."

"Why is it so troublesome?"

"This is necessary. First, if our authority is still hunting crimes The crime hunting hall can lift our prohibition from a long distance. If we make trouble here, isn’t it the prison that is unlucky? Isn’t the crime hunting hall going to be dumped? Therefore, both the crime hunting hall and the prison must be transferred. Jurisdiction."

"Secondly, the processor of the crime hunting hall is too far away from the prison. Over time, the prohibition may be worn out."

Ash startled:" Will the prohibition be worn out?"

"All the shackles will finally usher in a day of rust." After Harvey finished speaking, he suddenly walked out of the crowd and grabbed one of the snake lizards by the collar: "Habron, where's Narbel?"

When the snake lizards saw Harvey, the color of their scales became lighter: "Archibald, you...how do you remember me? You shouldn't Remember me!"

Ash turned his mind around before remembering that Harvey's name was Archibald Harvey, but the name was too long, so he only remembered the last name.

But what does the snake-lizard phrase mean,'should not remember'?    "I am a necromancer spellmaster. It is not impossible for me to add a back door to my soul... Memorizing this thing, I just can't remember it, I won't forget it completely." Harvey stared at the snake lizard. Clan: "Where is Narbel!? Why didn't she come in with you!?"

Ash thought for a while that Harvey had enmity with that Narbel-this is a prison for executed prisoners, normal People only want their enemies to come in, right?    But the answer of the snake lizard clan made Ash smell the blood of a dog-blood drama, "Why do you think of her...Aren't you asking for trouble?"

"She betrayed you Did she escape? Or she—"

"Dead, Andreier collapsed. We were caught up by hunters while we were on the run. She was pierced in the head and couldn't be saved."

Harvey’s mouth twitched: "...You promised me, the boss promised me, you..."

"The boss is dead too. I am the weakest, so I It was the first to be caught.” The snake lizard said: “The crime hunting hall sent a whole law enforcement battallion...Fernandez they deliberately released news to let us escape. They came to cut weeds and eliminate the roots. We only It’s just the ants they got rid of easily."

"I care about you so much, I care about you so much...a lot!" Harvey was full of anger, gnashing teeth, but his legs were soft. , Knelt down, eyes red: "Impossible...that's Narbel, how could she be like this..."

No one pulled them away, not even the prison guards—there were Chip limitation, their biggest offensive action is to grab the collar of each other and fight impossible.

This farce was quickly forgotten, and it’s not even worth talking about. Although Ash is very curious about Harvey’s bloody past, it is obvious that he will only be asked by Harvey in the past. Pulled to the death fight, watching the time is about to go to the restaurant for dinner.

There are already a group of crew and Bloodthirst Hunter eating in the restaurant. They are all sitting on one side of the restaurant, and the prisoners are sitting on the other side consciously-not to mention that there are no thorns in Broken Lake Prison. Even if they have thorns, they can't make troubles, and they can't scold others. Could they walk over to say hello to the hunters?   Today's recommended menu is red bean paste Lalafa, Orc cheese lettuce, coconut tart. Not long after Ash sat down, a gentle-looking youngster sat in front of him.

Ash felt like he had seen this person's register just now: "New here?"

"Well, hello, my name is Baraka." Youngster responded shyly.

"Hello, my name is Ash."

But Ash has been here for so long and has developed a sense of alertness. The shy youngster is afraid that he is not an extrajudicial fanatic who has committed many crimes. "How do you come to eat?"

"Because...it's noon now?"

"You guys came here for the first time. Shouldn't one day be confined to our dormitory waiting for food delivery?"

"No, after we were taken to the dormitory, we were free to move around directly without restrictions."

Ash understands, it turns out that being confined on the first day is the exclusive treatment of the cult leader.

"Did you also come in because of political struggle? You can become a political prisoner at such a young age, young and promising!"

"No no no, I am actually... a writer. "

When it comes to his profession, Baraka is even more shy.

"...Is it so strict outside, writing a book will be sentenced to death? Involved in politics? Involved in pornography?"

"Actually I haven't written yet."

"Huh?"

"A few months after I wrote the last novel, I thought of a wonderful subject, so I discussed with the editor, and the editor told me, if you have to write, Then I can only report it to the crime hunting hall. Go to jail and write, don’t hurt our publishing house."

Ash blinked: "Then you came in?"

Baraka nodded: "After the crime hunting hall heard what I said about the subject matter, it sent a mnemonist to investigate my memory. After the verdict of the court, I was finally sentenced to redemption for the crime of endangering public safety. Purify the mind in the Trial."

"Then you can't help writing?"

"After the memologist investigated my memory, he found that I did not repent at all, and the memory is full of new books They think that as long as I live, I will try to write the details. It is true, because I am not a creator, I am just a reteller, and I cannot let such a good story rot in my mind."

Ash gave a thumbs up: "Come on, I will support you! By the way, is there any sentimental content?"

"No."

"Then I am I support you mentally, I am actually not interested in books."

In the chat room, Ash finally saw Igor walking into the door, so he quickly put the tray in the recycling area, poured the food into the bucket, and walked over quickly. Hooked up with Igor: "Have you eaten? Those hunters have eaten almost, the action signal will appear soon, why Ronald and Lionel have not seen anyone—"

"They won't come anymore ."

"en?"

"I told them, the plan was cancelled."

Ash did not show any expressions of surprise or hysterics, and there were no expressions in his eyes. There is no confusion, just looking at Igor calmly, without saying a word.

"Ash, you know the effect of the contract. If it's not as a last resort, I can't go against your wishes." Igor said: "And I don't really resist in my heart-if it is true Resist, I put forward such a plan that has been conceived for many years on impossible."

"For me, this plan is also the stage I have been looking forward to for a long time. It is you who filled in the final deficiencies of this plan. To be honest, even if you don’t make this wish to me, maybe I can’t help but cooperate with you in planning this action."

"Believe me, like you, I want to leave this even air meeting A suffocating cesspool."

Igor pressed Ash's shoulder: "But it really won't work today. The plan must be cancelled."

"Why?"

"Because every important link in the plan is impossible. There have been too many special events this week. I did not include the impact of these events in the plan, which caused the reality to be too far from what I imagined."

There was a loud noise at the door. The first group of hunters who had finished eating left one after another, and the second group of hunters began to enter the restaurant.

Ash glanced at them, sighed: "The signal for action is here."

Igor shook his head slightly: "This is a red flag...you will see it soon, first A destabilizing factor that undermines the plan."

Suddenly, all the Bloodthirst Hunters stood up and moved towards the door. The visitors bowed their heads: "Captain is good!"

"Everyone, Good noon."

The white-haired hunter in dark half-sleeves glanced at the executed prisoners, said with a smile: "Scumbags, good noon."

A death row prisoner was dissatisfied. lifts the head: "I'll complain to you—"

"It’s rare to scold so many scumbags at once. I’m willing to accept punishment. It’s not just scolding and deducting one month’s salary at a time. Well, now I scolded twice, and two months’ salary is gone."

The white-haired hunter snapped his fingers and smiled disdainfully: "But I prefer the number three, so add one more sentence-scum Guys, how does it feel to be scolded by me but not to be scolded at me? Isn’t it very unhappy ah ha ha ha! I especially like to see the grievances of the scum who are angry and unreasonable!"

Another condemned prisoner with a gloomy face said: "I will remember you, you are the best--"

"You really should remember me, because many of you were caught by me!"

His eyes flashed with blood light, and he scanned the executed prisoners in the dining room lightly. His sight was like a sharp sword, everyone shuddered by him, and Ash recalled the scene of the last time he met--

The fear of being pierced in the chest by the sword spread to whole body.

"I am Bloodthirst Hunter Gerald Westminster, hunter number 307791." Gerald jokingly said with a smile: "When you see the Supreme Lord Blood Moon, don't forget to greet me."

(End of this chapter)