Chapter 93 Gerald Westminster

"Hey, isn't this Edmond, the executive secretary of the tax bureau? I told you that you will come in to accompany me sooner or later."

"Brothers, this person has a grudge against me. Please don't rob me. I'll give up the next 5 death duels to you, but for the first 5 life duels, it's okay to let me enjoy it for a while, right?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are really one big shot after another. So Andreyer's Wine of Eternal Life Club has been wiped out? The mayor is too ruthless, and he won't let anyone go."

"Camon City is already Feinanxue's kingdom."

In the central hall, death row inmates crowded around and welcomed the arrival of new inmates with joy and laughter. Compared with the seniors who were gloating about their misfortune, the newcomers were much calmer. One by one, under the instructions of the prison guard, they pressed their fingers on a copper roster.

"It's strange, there wasn't such a grand welcome ceremony when I was imprisoned." Ashiu, who was hiding and observing, couldn't help but sigh.

"That's because you're special."

Ash turned around and saw that it was Harvey the Necromancer. The latter was still so chatty and picked up his topic very naturally, as if they were familiar with each other: "The Four Pillars of God have a great reputation. You are the first leader of the Four Pillars of God cult in a century. Without completely revising your authority, Before, the prison didn't dare to let you get close to other prisoners."

"Modify permissions?"

"Have you seen the "Catalog of Sinners"?" Harvey pointed to the copper roster: "When we go to jail, we all need to press our fingers on it. After pressing our fingers, our permissions will be taken over by the prison. The prison can Completely control our various permissions, such as attack permissions and magic 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 Investigation Department. After being imprisoned, we had to transfer to the prison."

"Why so much trouble?"

"This is necessary. First, if our authority is still in the Crime Hunting Hall, then the Hunting Crime Hall can lift our ban from a long distance. If we cause trouble here, wouldn't it be the prison that is the unlucky one? Isn't the Hunting Crime Hall Want to be dumped? Therefore, both the Crime Agency and the prison must transfer jurisdiction."

"Secondly, the crime hunting office's processor is too far away from the prison, and the restrictions may be worn over time."

Ash was startled: "Will the restriction be worn away?"

"All shackles will eventually rust." After Harvey finished speaking, he suddenly walked out of the crowd and grabbed the collar of one of the Basilisks: "Habron, where is Narbel?"

When the Basilisk tribe saw Harvey, the color of their scales became lighter: "Archibald, you...how did you remember me? You shouldn't remember me!"

Ash thought for a while 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 Basilisk mean by, ‘should not remember’?

"I am a necromancer. It is not impossible for me to add a backdoor to the soul...memory is something that can only be forgotten, not completely forgotten." Harvey glared at the Basilisk clan. : "Where's Narbel!? Why didn't she come in with you!?"

For a moment, Ash thought that Harvey had a grudge against Narbel. This was a prison for death row prisoners. Normal people would only want their enemies to come in, right?

But the answer from the Basilisk clan made Ash smell a bloody drama, "Why do you want to think of her...Aren't you asking for trouble?"

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

"Dead, Andreye collapsed. We were caught up by hunters while we were escaping. She was shot through the head and could not be saved."

The corners of Harvey's mouth twitched: "...you promised me, and the boss also promised me, you guys..."

"The boss is also dead. I am the weakest, so I was the first to be caught." The Basilisk clan said: "The Crime Hunting Department sent a whole law enforcement team... Fei Nanxue and the others deliberately released the news to let us escape. , they are just here to eradicate the weeds, we are just ants they conveniently get rid of."

"I care about you so much, I care about you so... much!" Harvey's face was full of anger and he gritted his teeth, but his legs softened and he knelt down, his eyes red: "It's impossible... That's Na Erbei, how could she be like this..."

No one pulled them apart, not even the prison guards noticed the chip restriction. Their most aggressive move was to grab each other's collars, so there was no chance of a fight.

This farce was quickly forgotten, and it wasn't even a topic of conversation. Although Ash was very curious about Harvey's bloody past, it was obvious that if he went to ask Harvey now, he would only be dragged into a fight to the death. The time was about the same. Went to the restaurant to eat.

There are already a group of crew members and blood crazy hunters eating in the restaurant. They are all sitting on one side of the restaurant. The prisoners are consciously sitting on the other side. Not to mention that there are no thorns in Broken Lake Prison. Even if there are thorns, they can't. When making trouble, you can't curse people. Could it be that they walked over and said hello to the hunters?

Today’s recommended menu is red bean puree salad, orc cheese lettuce, and coconut egg tart. Not long after Ash sat down, a gentle-looking young man sat in front of him.

Ash felt as if he had seen this person register just now: "New here?"

"Well, hello, my name is Baraka." The young man responded shyly.

"Hello, my name is Ash."

But Ya Xiu has been here for so long and has developed a sense of caution. As the saying goes, the pinker the outside, the darker the inside. This shy young man is probably not an outlaw who has committed numerous crimes. "Why are you here to eat?"

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

"Shouldn't you be confined to your dormitory on the first day you come here, waiting for food to be delivered?"

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

Ash understood. It turned out that being locked up on the first day was an exclusive treatment for the leader of the cult.

"Did you also come here because of the political struggle? You can become a political prisoner at such a young age. You are so young and promising!"

"No, no, I'm actually...a writer."

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

"...Is it so strict outside? If you write a book, you will be sentenced to death? Is it related to politics? Is it related to pornography?"

"Actually, I haven't written it yet."

"ah?"

"A few months after I finished writing my last novel, I thought of a wonderful subject, so I discussed it with the editor. The editor told me that if you insist on writing it, then I can only report it to the Crime Hunting Agency. Write it in prison and don’t harm our publisher.”

Ash blinked: "Then you came in?"

Baraka nodded: "After hearing what I said about the subject matter, the Crime Hunting Department sent a memory technician to investigate my memory. After the tribunal's decision, I was finally sentenced to redemption for the crime of endangering public safety. Purify your mind during the Blood Moon Judgment.”

"Then you can't stop writing?"

"After the memory technician investigated my memory, they found that I had no repentance at all. My memory was full of details of the new book. They thought that as long as I lived, I would find ways to write it. This is indeed the case, because I am not a creator, I am just a Narrator, I can't 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 erotic content?"

"No."

"Then I will support you mentally. I actually have no interest in books."

While chatting, Ash finally saw Igura walking into the door. He quickly put the tray in the recycling bin and poured the food into the bucket. He quickly walked over and hugged Igura: "Have you eaten? Those hunters have almost eaten. The action signal will appear soon, why haven’t Rona and Ronald seen anyone yet?”

"They're not coming."

"Um?"

"I told them the plan was cancelled."

Ash didn't show any surprise or hysteria, and there was no confusion in his eyes. He just looked at Igura calmly without saying a word.

"Ash, you know the effect of the contract. If I don't have to, I can't go against your wish." Igura said: "And I don't really resist in my heart. If I really resist, I can't come up with such an idea. Years of planning.”

"For me, this plan is also the stage I have been waiting for for a long time. It is you who filled in the final shortcomings 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. Plan the operation."

"Believe me, just like you, I want to get out of this cesspit where even the air can make people suffocate."

Igura held Ash's shoulders: "But it really doesn't work today, the plan must be cancelled."

"Why?"

"Because every important link in the plan was impossible to realize. There were too many special events this week, and I did not include the impact of these events into the plan, which resulted in the reality being too 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: "The action signal has come."

Igulla shook his head slightly: "This is a danger signal... You will soon see the first unstable factor that ruins the plan."

Suddenly, all the Blood Mad Hunters stood up and bowed their heads to the person coming at the door: "Hello, Captain!"

"Good afternoon, everyone."

The white-haired hunter wearing black half-sleeves glanced at the condemned prisoners and said with a smile: "Good afternoon, scum."

A death row prisoner raised his head dissatisfied: "I will file a complaint against you to the Crime Agency."

"It's rare that I can scold so many scumbags at once. I'm willing to accept the punishment. Isn't it just deducting one month's salary for one scolding? Well, now I've scolded twice and two months' salary is gone."

The white-haired hunter snapped his fingers and showed a disdainful smile: "But I prefer the number three, so let me add another sentence: Scumbags, how do you feel when you can only scold me but can't scold me? Isn't it very unpleasant, hahaha ! I especially like to see the grievance expressions of the scumbags who are angry and helpless towards me!"

Another death row prisoner with a gloomy face said: "I will remember you, you are the best."

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

His eyes were filled with blood, and he glanced lightly at the condemned prisoners in the restaurant. His gaze was like a sharp sword, and everyone shuddered under his gaze. Ash even recalled the scene of the last time he met him.

The fear of having a sword pierced his chest spread throughout his body again.

"I am Gerald Westminster, the blood mad hunter of the Hunting Hall, hunter number 307791." Gerald said with a joking smile: "When you see the Blood Moon Master, don't forget to say hello for me."