Chapter 152: Chapter 139: Return from Prison Studies
Kaimon City, Cri Hunting Hall Pearl Branch.
“Uh?” The young Hunter glanced at the flickering “Coffin Lamp” and stood up imdiately, “Soone has died.”
Another hunter, an obese Beastman, asked while eating chips, “Where did they die?”
“Let see…” The young Hunter switched the Cri Hunting Screen to the surveillance footage, “The death occurred on the third main street of Elf Lake.”
“I know that place, isn’t it full of abandoned buildings? Those stupid developers, just because there’s a small pond, they dare call it ‘Elf Lake’ and boast about lakeside scenery; having two trees and calling it a ‘private forest’, a wellness secret realm; if the distance from the doorstep to the stairs is a bit long, they even call it a ten-ter corridor!” The obese Beastman Hunter spat, “The advertising is so aggressive, and yet it’s still an unfinished project. It’s good that I gambled away my salary, otherwise, I definitely would have been trapped in a mortgage like Bernie.”
He threw another handful of chips into his mouth, crunching loudly, “By the way, who died?”
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“Two people died, Louis Mill, a male human, 32 years old; Nyabrin Aden, a female goblin, 14 years old…”
“History of sugar consumption?”
“The forr, six years; the latter, three years.”
“It must be that they hid in the unfinished building, ate too much sugar, and died during the lting. But it’s quite unusual for humans and goblins to be lting together…”
Even ogres, who have the highest innate resistance to poison, would experience so hallucinations after consuming Moon candy, not to ntion other races. Besides hallucinations, there would also be strong sexual urges and a sense of exhilaration. Therefore, after ‘sugar people’ consu sugar, conflicts or mating activities would often erupt, and consuming sugar and mating with multiple males and females is known as ‘lting’.
The young Hunter found it hard to accept, “A 14-year-old goblin who hasn’t even left the care ho yet?”
“Oh, looks like you weren’t raised in a market care ho,” the obese Beastman Hunter laughed, “Work here for a few more days and you’ll see. All the care hos nearby are low-level; the little brats inside find it easier to escape than to poop. Many main gang mbers are underage brats. Because of the ‘Child Protection Act’, even if they commit cris and get caught, they can have their sentences reduced. They’re utterly unrestrained. When they grow up, they either join gangs or get sent to prisons to dig in the Platinum Mine for life.”
“So… we don’t need to go check it out, either? If the underage goblin was taken to the hospital in ti…”
“No need, just like last ti, send the location information directly to the hospital and let them handle the bodies,” the obese Beastman Hunter said, spreading his hands. “If Hunters were to respond, we’d have to file a case, right? Write a case file, right? Process the bodies, right? Protect the site, right?”
“Most importantly, why bother with all that when our salary won’t increase a single silver coin, and it only adds to our workload. In the end, the result is still the hospital taking away the bodies, isn’t it better to go directly to that step now?”
The young Hunter struggled to accept this, “We ignore people dying in gang fights, we ignore people dying from eating sugar, so what exactly do we Hunters handle?”
“I guess I understand why a university-educated Hunter like you was assigned to such a remote branch,” the obese Beastman Hunter said calmly. “Looks like you must have been a highly disliked, overly righteous comic character at the Hall.”
The young Hunter shook his head and put on his windbreaker to leave.
“Hunters protect only the living, not the dead,” said the obese Beastman Hunter. “People like this who choose their own path to ruin and don’t value their own lives should be left to fend for themselves as it’s our responsibility to society.”
“When did a 14-year-old goblin girl still in a care ho get to choose her own path?” the young Hunter shouted angrily. “It shouldn’t be her responsibility to society, but society’s responsibility to her!”
“And with how the Kingdom of Blood Moon has treated us, how can we just watch as others are killed by society?”
Bang!
Watching the young Hunter slam the door as he left, the obese Beastman Hunter scratched his head, “Didn’t expect this university kid with thick brows and big eyes to secretly watch Blood Moon Judgent during his shift… huh, speaking so high and mighty, wait till I write a little report on him, deduct all his bonuses for the month then he’ll know his mistake…”
“Young people are just young, they believe whatever the ogre says without thinking that anyone seated in such a position is a cunning politician; they twist facts against their favor and highlight what benefits them. It looks like quite a few youths might be getting stirred up by that ogre…”
“Kingdom of Blood Moon… the most barbaric civilized society…”
The obese Beastman Hunter looked at the empty chip bag, licked his fingers, and gazed out at the Blood Moon, “Speaking of which, why was I sent to this branch back then?”
The Beastman opened the Light Screen and flipped through the old albums until the screen stopped on a photo from three years ago. In it, he had just joined the Cri Hunting Hall, dressed in a handso dark-red uniform, looking so robust and spirited, his face beaming with a sunny smile.
He looked at the nearby mirror, only seeing a decadent Beastman covered in the crimson moonlight.
“It’s only us middle-aged folks who are wasted; there is still hope for the young.”
“Bravo to the mayor, who died beautifully.”
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Elf Lake Third Street, a dilapidated building collapsed loudly, startling a flock of birds.
Ash hid behind a broken wall, glanced at the bloodstains spreading under the rubble nearby, and said, “Stop playing, if we don’t leave now, the Cri Hunting Hall will be after us. By now, Gerard must be so infuriated by my ssage that he’d wish he could use fart-powered speed to chase us, but if you guys want to let the Holy Sanctuary Mages vent their frustration on us, I don’t mind.”
Hiding behind another wall, Igula asked, “Did you really leave a ssage for Gerard? But how did you know Gerard would be the first to rush to the trial site?”
“I guessed. You better pray I guessed wrong.” Ash asked, “So, do you still want to fight?”
“No more fighting,” Harvey, hiding in the shadow of the second floor, said, “I can’t communicate with the chip processors around here right now; killing you guys is too much trouble.”
“Is it my imagination, or have you beco quite arrogant since your prison break, Harvey?” Ronald laughed.
“Ronald, do you still have ti to laugh? Aren’t you afraid that Lanna beside you will swallow you whole?” Igula provoked, “There’s no dical Practitioner around here who can save you.”
“I won’t trouble the ‘Beautiful Beast’ about this,” Lanna laughed, “When the news of your escape spreads, I’m sure those old clients of yours can’t wait to make so big deals with you again—your infamy is known from Feing City to Kaimon City; even in prison, I know many people hate you.”
“So, everyone should just leave then—”
“Wait!” Ash suddenly shouted, “Before we part, I want to ask sothing—do any of you know a way to leave the Kingdom of Blood Moon?”
After a brief silence, Harvey said solemnly, “Even if there is a way, why should I tell you?”
Ash said, “It’s like confessing feelings, if you don’t confess, there’s definitely no chance, but if you do confess, maybe the other party will be blinded by the feelings?”
“Speaking of which, Ash, you still owe a favor,” Igula said tantalizingly, “The prison break went too smoothly, I never had the chance to use that favor… what should I use this favor for? How about you co out and do push-ups in the middle of the rubble?”
“I think favors should be realistic and benefit both parties without bothering , how about you wish for a birthday cake from ? I think a fruit cake would be great.”
“Coincidentally, I don’t need any profit for myself, I just want to see you in trouble,” Igula shouted, “And you’re the one who wants a fruit cake!”
“I don’t know,” Lanna answered tersely.
“I have so ideas, but can’t tell you,” Ronald laughed, “The fewer people who know, the better.”
“You really don’t have a sharing mindset…” Ash complained, “Harvey, can I ask you for a favor?”
“Hmm?”
“I have two injured people here, they were probably near the building earlier, our battle caused the building to collapse, causing them to be crushed by the debris. After we leave, could you save them? I will clear the rubble away.”
Harvey was silent for a mont, “I sensed it, and there’s only you alive there.”
“Is that so…”
“So I can save.”
“Ah?” Ash was startled.
Two dark green lights flew out from the second floor and pierced into the rubble beside Ash.
“If they’re not dead, I don’t really have a way to save them. But if they’re dead, this Miracle can make them temporarily beco zombies, their bodies won’t decay further for ten hours. If they can be treated within this period, there’s a chance they could be saved. You don’t need to clear the rubble; otherwise, they might attack others,” Harvey said, “However, this is a pig district, they’ll need so luck.”
“Thank you.”
The thanks received no response, Ash blinked, realizing the others had already left.
Ash used the Heart Sword to clear so of the rubble, exposing the heads of the zombies, then quickly circled around to another street, took off his Prison Guard uniform, and put on the crow suit given to him by the dical Practitioner, swaggering into this unfamiliar city.
“Since I haven’t found a way to leave the Kingdom of Blood Moon, I’ll put that aside for now, first complete my character-specific side task…”
Standing in front of a public bus stop, Ash looked at the city map and quickly found the “Kaimon Comprehensive University” stop.
“Professor Selin, your student has returned from prison studies.”
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