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“So there doesn’t seem to be any conflict.” His companion shrugged, then glanced at the cell again, where Ella was wiping Dean’s tears with a handkerchief. “Goodness, that kid was moved to tears.”

"Ah..." The Templar Knight sighed again.

"I'm so envious," they both said in unison.

……

What a humiliation!

Dean swallowed the bread with tears in his eyes, along with the "healing light" that Ella had given him for free.

He felt as if his intestines were coming alive and crawling inside his abdominal cavity. After the excruciating pain he had just experienced, the current sensation was not exactly painful, but rather strange.

"What...did you give me to eat...?"

“A small gift.” Ella stood up, her condescending gaze perfectly measured. “You’ll see later.”

After saying that, Ella brushed the dust off her skirt, put her hands behind her back, and walked towards the cell door. Before leaving, she turned back and gave a mocking smile.

"See you later, Mr. Dean."

Looking at the silver-haired girl's retreating figure, Dean first took a breath, then clenched his fists.

"That wretched woman... Miss, I will definitely rescue you..."

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Dead Sea Prison

(Author's note: Some readers may find the next two chapters confusing, but don't worry. This is a foreshadowing with a huge scope. You don't need to understand it in detail, and it won't affect your reading. Just have a vague feeling about it, like in a dream. It will make you suddenly realize it in the future, hahaha.)

Silent all night.

For the next few days, the dungeon remained calm and peaceful.

Dean didn't know what the outside world was like.

He simply stayed quietly in his cell.

Maybe a week, maybe a month. For someone who's always in the dungeon, the time frame isn't that important.

Since that demon woman stuffed something into his mouth, he hasn't encountered the interrogation of the Judgment Knights again, and the demon hasn't come to torture him anymore.

But he felt something was wrong with him.

The pain in the wound disappeared, and my spirits were no longer as low as before; instead, I felt somewhat excited.

He vaguely sensed that something was growing rampantly inside his body.

Strange whispers occasionally reach my ears, and even if I try to cover them, the sound seems to echo directly in my brain, murmuring and lingering.

His physical strength was slowly increasing, even though the little bit of swill provided by the Holy Church was far from enough to help him recover.

He wiped some dirt off the back of his hand and was surprised to find that the exposed skin was somewhat smooth.

Dean wondered if he was turning into something else, what kind of seed that evil guy had planted in him.

"click"

As he was pondering this, the cell door suddenly opened.

A fully armed Templar Knight entered, carrying a black cloth hood over his head.

"Are we finally about to hit the road?"

This was the first thing Dean said to the people of the sanctuary after he entered the dungeon.

The Templar Knight did not answer, but merely glanced at him before slamming the sack over his head.

……

Bound by chains, he stumbled as he walked.

In the darkness, Dean was roughly pulled and pushed, as if he had been put into a carriage, and he could vaguely hear the cries of different people.

The journey was rugged and bumpy, and he didn't know how long the carriage had traveled. The smell of mud and trees lingered around his nose, followed by the stench of wild animals, bird droppings and horse urine mixed with the smell of sweat. The cold wind cut his skin, and besides the babbling in his sleep, he could now hear the distant shrieks of monkeys echoing in his ears...

Dean's hood was finally ripped off when a gust of wind carrying a fishy smell hit his face.

An endless, dark blue filled the entire field of vision; it was a vast, somber sea, with waves crashing against the dark reefs and shattering into foam.

In the distance, tiny figures of migratory birds flew through low, thick clouds, occasionally punctuated by flashes of lightning and muffled roars.

In the shadows beneath the clouds, a jagged island stands amidst the waves, its menacing silhouette resembling a predatory sea beast.

A large ship slowly emerged from the waves and docked at the shore. Soldiers clad in dark armor walked slowly down the planks laid from the ship's hold.

The Templar Knight beside Dean slapped him on the shoulder and laughed:

"Welcome to Stormharbor... and the Dead Sea prison next door, kid."

Dead Sea prison...

As the duke's eldest daughter's butler, Dean had heard of this name, but he never expected...

"I never thought I'd have to come here to check in one day, haha."

A man's voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

Dean turned his head and saw a young man with slightly messy hair, also wearing shackles, being pushed over by a group of soldiers to stand in a row with him.

"It's quite a coincidence; I didn't expect to run into you here," the young man said, looking at Dean with a smile.

"Do we know each other?" Dean frowned slightly. For some reason, the young man's smile gave him a familiar sense of disgust.

“Now we know each other.” The young man, despite wearing rune shackles that suppressed his magic and physical strength, looked relaxed and carefree. “Judging from the guards next to you, you weren’t escorted here from the Imperial City Sanctuary, were you? You’re really lucky.”

"You call this good luck?" Dean said irritably.

“The church usually doesn’t bother sending prisoners this far,” the young man shrugged. “They prefer to cremate them on the spot. The fact that they went to such lengths to send them to you means you have connections.”

"Heh." Dean ignored the young man. Who would protect a worthless cultist like him? The man's reasoning was probably utterly incompetent.

That makes sense; how could someone with a sharp mind be caught in a place like this?

"Why are you ignoring us?" the young man said again, as annoying as a mosquito. "Why don't we socialize a little beforehand? Maybe we'll be cellmates later."

"Who's going to be your... "

"Stop talking nonsense, get over there!" Just then, the paladin behind him suddenly shoved Dean.

Dean stumbled and hit a stone on the ground, then fell forward abruptly.

Just when he thought he was about to fall and get dizzy, a leg suddenly stretched out and blocked his upper body from falling.

The perfect amount of force allowed Dean to steady himself, preventing him from getting injured before entering prison. He turned his head slightly and saw the young man who had just stretched out his leg smiling and nodding at him.

"You're welcome. My name is Ye Xiao."

"...Dean." Dean finally gave his name.

The black-armored soldiers from below the large ship had now arrived in front of the group of prisoners brought from all over the empire. One by one, they chained the prisoners in line with a long iron chain, and then led these dozen or so unlucky men onto the ship.

As expected, the cabin reeked of a mixture of mold and seafood stench. Fortunately, they didn't need to stay on the ship for long. After about half an hour of rocking and swaying against the constantly howling wind and waves, they arrived at the island known as the "Dead Sea Prison".

The main building of the prison is situated on a steep, sloping mountain peak on the edge of the island. A dark black tower stands atop it, with a towering wall on one side, patrolled day and night by fully armed soldiers, and a sheer cliff on the other side, so steep that even birds cannot land and monkeys cannot climb.

As its name suggests, the only prisoners who enter are those who will never leave, and those who will soon be preparing to die.

Upon entering through the dark gate, Dean was escorted into the tower by the prison guards. After several blood-dripping records and identity verification procedures, the jailer fastened a round neck cuff around his neck.

There were several thin needles around the inside of the neck cuffs, and the moment they were closed, those needles pierced deeply into Dean's neck.

The intense pain made Dean grit his teeth, and then a ghostly blue magical pattern appeared above the neck cuffs.

He and the other prisoners were pushed and shoved by the jailers into a large hall and lined up in a long queue.

A fat, greasy-faced man entered through a door on one side of the lobby, his arm around a scantily clad young woman who also had a neck cuff around her neck. He barked a greasy smile and said in a loud voice:

"Welcome to my kingdom, you unlucky fellows!"

"From this day forward, acknowledge your master, your warden—that is me! You lackeys!!"

“My father said…” The warden kneaded the baby for a moment, then frowned slightly, and squeezed harder until a soft “Ah!” came from beside him. Satisfied, he continued, “…My father said that rats are born to live in stinking ditches! He was right. Because you! You are a bunch of damn stinking rats! From now on, you’d all stay where you belong, eat and drink like rats, and die quietly here like rats!…”

"This pointless and vulgar speech is as cheap as the tumor on his neck." A low whisper came from beside him. Dean turned his head slightly and saw Ye Xiao standing next to him winking. "What do you think, Dean?"

Dean smiled. Although he thought so too, he wouldn't say it out loud like this idiot in front of him.

Sure enough, a jailer grabbed Ye Xiao from the line, pulled him aside by the arm, and demanded, "What are you whispering about?!"

"Who the hell is interrupting my speech???" The warden noticed the commotion and his eyes almost popped out of his fat.

"Sir...this guy..." the jailer whispered, grabbing Ye Xiao.

"What's wrong with this guy?!" The warden walked up to Ye Xiao, his huge body like a moving mountain of flesh, directly blocking the light from above and casting a shadow over the guards.

"He...he..." Seemingly frightened by the warden, the jailer stammered for a moment.

"Ahem." Ye Xiao coughed at just the right moment, getting the jailer out of the predicament. "It's nothing, Warden."

"I just said... I just said, um..."

"...Pfft, sorry. Warden, you really look fucking stupid, hahaha."

The entire lobby fell silent in an instant.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Beginning of the Dream God's Scheme

Although I expected to get a bad beating, the extent of it was still a bit unexpected.

The warden is rather petty.

In the dark little room, Ye Xiao leaned against the cold wall, feeling waves of pain all over his body. He felt like he had cracked a few teeth, and blood was still seeping from his broken nose.

This is a VIP room in the Dead Sea prison, a privilege reserved for special prisoners who cause riots or challenge prison authority.

There were no windows; it was narrow and dark, just wide enough to sit cross-legged. The doorway opened periodically, letting in bread as hard as stone and murky water.

Ye Xiao closed her eyes and slowly calmed her breathing.

The collar the prison guards put around his neck had the effect of suppressing magic and qi. Once those dozen or so specially made silver needles were stuck in his neck, even a transcendent being could only be a mortal.

Although he didn't know how long Ye Xiao would be punished for greeting the warden, he had come to this place specifically for that purpose.

The method is somewhat simple and crude, but as long as the goal is achieved, that's fine.

He ran his fingers along the wall, feeling the mortar between the bricks. Most of it had dried out long ago and was rough like sand.

In the pitch-black darkness, Ye Xiao could only use this method to search for what he was looking for.

It was inefficient, but at least he had plenty of time.

As he moved his hand, a slightly slippery sensation entered his palm. He slowly scraped away the strange soil with his fingernail, and a rusty, putrid stench gradually filled the air.

The surrounding soil used for bonding was scraped away, and the bricks in the middle were also loosened.

Ye Xiao slowly pulled the brick out between two fingers and placed it on the ground. Then he reached into the empty hole and touched a rough, withered thing that looked like a small twig.

It was a finger, its cold surface still slightly elastic, as if it had just been cut off a few days ago.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, smeared it on his finger, and then used the blood-stained finger to draw on the narrow ground.

In no time, a simple magic circle, drawn with blood as the medium, took shape, and in the pitch-black room, there seemed to be a slight breeze blowing.

Then there was silence.

Ye Xiao waited for a moment, but there was still no response. He couldn't help but speak up, "Your Majesty, please say something. It wasn't easy to find you."

In the darkness, no one answered.

Ye Xiao twirled that finger between his fingers like a ballpoint pen. "Your Majesty, it took me quite a bit of effort to get in. If you continue to ignore me, I will have no choice but to resort to some extreme measures."

"..."

"Alright." Ye Xiaoqing cleared his throat, but the tone of his voice, still thick with blood, was still viscous. "Your Majesty, I am unworthy to perform a love song from another world."

"You are mine~ I am yours~ Who..." The tone that escaped through the gaps in his teeth was not very pleasant.

"Okay, that's enough, stop."

"...Closer, closer, I'm melting..."

"...Young man, please stop."

"stop!"