Mage Manual-Chapter 100 - 93 Gerard Westminster

Chapter 100: Chapter 93 Gerard Westminster

“Hey, isn’t this the tax bureau’s executive secretary Edmond? I told you, you’d eventually come to join me.”

“Brothers, this guy has a grudge against me, don’t fight with me over him. I’ll let you have the last five death duels, but let me enjoy the first five, alright?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, such big shots one after another, so does that mean Andrey’s Eternal Life Wine Club has been completely wiped out? The mayor was too ruthless, not sparing a single one.”

“Kaimon City has already become the kingdom of Fernand.”

In the Central Hall, death row inmates thronged, their cheers and laughter welcoming the new inmates. Compared to the Schadenfreudian old-timers, the new ones were much calmer, one after another pressing their fingers on a brass roster under the guidance of a prison guard.

“Strange, when I was first imprisoned, there wasn’t such a grand welcome ceremony,” Ash, who was observing from the side, remarked involuntarily.

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“That’s because you’re special.”

Ash turned his head and saw it was the Necromancer Harvey; the latter was still a chatterbox, naturally continuing the conversation as if they were old friends: “The Gods of Four Pillars’ infamous reputation is too great, you’re the first Sect Hierarch of their cult in a century. Until they fully modified your permissions, the prison didn’t dare let you interact with other prisoners.”

“Modified permissions?”

“Have you seen that ‘Sinners’ Catalogue’?” Harvey pointed at the brass roster. “When we’re imprisoned, we all need to touch it with our fingers, and after that, our permissions are controlled by the prison, which can fully manage all our permissions, like attack permissions, magic power output.”

“Ah?” Ash was somewhat surprised. “Weren’t these permissions banned when we were captured?”

“Yes, but before our management permissions were in the hands of the Crime Hunting Hall, and after incarceration, they had to be transferred to the prison.”

“Why is it so troublesome?”

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“It’s necessary, first, if our permissions were still with the Crime Hunting Hall, they could remotely lift our restrictions. If we caused trouble here, wouldn’t the prison be in hot water? Wouldn’t the Crime Hunting Hall be blamed? Both the Crime Hunting Hall and the prison must transfer jurisdiction.”

“Second, the processor of the Crime Hunting Hall is too far from the prison. Over time, the restrictions might wear off.”

Ash was taken aback: “Restrictions can wear out?”

“All shackles will eventually welcome the day they rust.” After saying this, Harvey suddenly stepped out of the crowd and grabbed the collar of one of the Snake Lizard Clan members: “Harbron, where’s Narbel?”

Seeing Harvey, the Snake Lizard’s scales lightened in color: “Archibald, how… how can you remember me? You shouldn’t remember me!”

Ash’s mind took a moment to remember Harvey’s full name was Archibald Harvey, but the name was too long, so he only remembered the surname.

But what did the Snake Lizard Clan member mean by ‘shouldn’t remember’?

“I’m a Necromancer, adding a backdoor to a soul isn’t something I can’t do… Memories are something you might not recall, but never completely forget.” Harvey glared at the Snake Lizard: “Where is Narbel? How come she didn’t come with you!?”

For a moment, Ash thought Harvey had a grudge against this Narbel — this was a prison for death row inmates, normal people would only hope their enemies came in, right?

But the Snake Lizard’s response hinted at a melodramatic twist, “Why would you think of her… aren’t you just asking for trouble?”

“Did she betray you? Did she flee? Or did she—”

“She’s dead. When Andrey fell, we were pursued by hunters during our escape, and she was shot in the head, beyond saving.”

Harvey’s mouth twitched: “…you promised me, the boss promised me, you guys…”

“The boss is also dead. I was the weakest, so I was caught first.” The Snake Lizard said, “The Crime Hunting Hall sent a whole law enforcement team… Fernand had deliberately released news to lure us into escaping, they intended to eradicate us root and branch, we were just insignificant bugs that got in their way.”

“I don’t care about that, I don’t care so… much!” Harvey, his face full of rage and grinding his teeth, yet his legs gave in, and he knelt down, his eyes reddening: “Impossible… that’s Narbel, how could she just…”

Nobody pulled them apart, even the prison guards didn’t bother—restrictions from chips meant the most hostile act they could do was grab each other’s collars, fighting wasn’t possible.

The tumult quickly faded into oblivion, not even worth gossip, although Ash was curious about Harvey’s melodramatic past, but clearly approaching him now would only drag him into a death duel, seeing that it was about time, he went to the dining hall for a meal.

In the dining hall were already a group of sailors and Blood Frenzy Hunters eating, they all sat on one side of the hall, while the prisoners conscientiously sat on the other side—regardless of whether Shattered Lake Prison still had troublemakers, even if there were, they couldn’t stir up trouble nor insult others, could they go over and greet the hunters?

Today’s’,[‘recommended menu included red bean mud lala fat, Beastman cheese lettuce, and coconut egg tart. Ash had just sat down when a courteously appearing young man sat across from him.

Ash felt he had just seen this man registering: “New here?”

“Yeah, hello, my name is Balaka,” the young man replied shyly.

“Hello, I’m Ash.”

But having been here so long, Ash had developed a sense of caution, as they say, the fairer the skin the darker the insides, this shy young man could well be an outlaw riddled with crimes, “How come you came to eat?”

“Because… it’s noon,” he replied.

“Aren’t you supposed to be confined to your own rooms on your first day here waiting for meal delivery?”

“Not at all, we were taken to recognize our bedrooms and then were free to do as we pleased, there were no restrictions.”

Ash understood; it was a privilege exclusive to the Cult Leader to be sent to solitary confinement on the first day.

“You were also imprisoned because of political strife? To become a political prisoner at such a young age, you are indeed promising!”

“No, no, no, I am actually… a writer.”

When discussing his profession, Balaka became even more embarrassed.

“…Is it that strict outside, where writing a book can lead to the death penalty? Is it due to political or vulgar content?”

“Actually, I haven’t written it yet.”

“What?”

“After finishing my last novel a few months ago, I thought of an excellent theme, so I discussed it with my editor. The editor told me that if I insisted on writing it, he would have no choice but to report me to the Crime Hunting Hall. ‘Write it in prison,’ he said, ‘and don’t trouble our publishing house.'”

Ash blinked, “And then you were imprisoned?”

Balaka nodded, “After hearing the content of my theme, the Crime Hunting Hall sent a Memory Master to investigate my memory. After a verdict from the Judgement Court, I was sentenced to a ‘public safety hazard’ and sent for thought purification during the Blood Moon Judgement.”

“Couldn’t you just not write it?”

“After investigating my memory, the Memory Master found I had no remorse; my memory was filled with the details of the new book. They believed that as long as I was alive, I would find a way to write it. And indeed, that’s the case because I am not a creator, I am merely a transcriber. I couldn’t let such a good story rot in my mind.”

Ash gave a thumbs-up: “Keep it up, I’ll support you! By the way, does it contain any romantic content?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll support you spiritually, I’m actually not much interested in books.”

As they chatted, Ash finally saw Igula enter the door. He quickly placed his tray at the recycling point, dumped the food into the swill bucket, and hurried over to Igula, draping an arm over his shoulder, “Have you eaten yet? Those Hunters are almost finished eating. The signal for action will appear very soon, why haven’t Lanna and Ronald appeared—”

“They won’t be coming.”

“Hmm?”

“I told them, the plan is canceled.”

Ash did not show surprise or hysteria, there was no confusion in his eyes either, just calmly staring at Igula in silence.

“Ash, you know the effect of the Contract; unless it’s absolutely necessary, I cannot go against your wishes,” Igula said. “And in my heart, I’m not really resistant—if I were, I wouldn’t have proposed this long-thought-out plan.”

“For me, this plan was also a long-awaited stage, and you were the one who filled in what was lacking. To be honest, even if you hadn’t made this wish to me, I might have been unable to resist cooperating with you to orchestrate this action.”

“Believe me, I am like you, wanting to escape this suffocating cesspool of a place.”

Igula put his hand on Ash’s shoulder, “But today it really won’t work, the plan must be canceled.”

“Why?”

“Because every critical element in the plan has become unfeasible. Too many unusual events happened this week, and I didn’t account for their impact in the plan, making the actual situation far different from what I had imagined.”

Suddenly, a hubbub arose at the door, the first batch of Hunters who had finished their meals began to leave, and the second batch of Hunters started entering the cafeteria.

Ash glanced at them and sighed, “The signal for action has come.”

Igula shook his head gently, “That’s a danger signal… you’ll see soon, the first unstable factor that ruined the plan.”

Suddenly, all the Blood Frenzy Hunters stood up, bowing to the newcomer at the door: “Good afternoon, Captain!”

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“Good afternoon, everyone.”

The white-haired Hunter in a black short-sleeve looked at the condemned prisoners and smiled, “Scumbags, good afternoon.”

A discontented death row prisoner raised his head: “I will complain about you to the Crime Hunting Hall—”

“It’s rare to insult so many scumbags all at once, I’m willing to accept the punishment—it’s just a month’s salary deducted for one insult. Well, now that I’ve insulted twice, that’s two months’ salary gone.”

The white-haired Hunter snapped his fingers and smiled disdainfully, “But I prefer the number three. Let’s add another sentence— How does it feel to be scolded by me yet unable to retaliate? Annoying, isn’t it? Hahaha! I especially enjoy seeing the aggrieved expressions of scumbags who are both angry and helpless!”

Another gloomy-faced death row prisoner said, “I’ll remember you, you better—”

“You should indeed remember me, for many of you were caught by me!”

His eyes gleamed blood-red as he casually swept his gaze across the death row inmates in the cafeteria. His gaze was as sharp as a razor, making everyone shiver, and Ash vividly recalled the last time they met—

The fear of being pierced by a sword flooded his entire body again.

“I am Gerard Westminster, the Blood Frenzy Hunter from the Crime Hunting Hall, Hunter ID 307791.” Gerard said with a mocking laugh, “When you meet the Extreme Master of Blood Moon, don’t forget to send him my regards.”