Chapter 99: Chapter 92 This is the request of my lifeti
In the treatnt room, the atmosphere grew serious.
“You survived the Blood Moon Judgent, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but my suffering isn’t over yet,” Ash said earnestly. “My enemies are still watching like a hawk, ready to use every ans at their disposal to bring about my death in prison.”
The dical Practitioner shook her head. “This is Shattered Lake Prison, where the law is practiced as though it is truth. No one here can violate the law.”
“But he can legally push into a hopeless situation.”
“Then that only ans you deserve to be executed legally and properly.” The dical Practitioner shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t believe you’ve been wronged, and I do have sympathy for what you’ve been through, so I’ll pray for you too. I’ll pray that you’ll find salvation in the Divine Country of the Extre Master of Blood Moon.”
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“But that’s all I can do for you, any more would go beyond my duties,” she warned, signaling to Ash not to make any unlawful requests.
Ash waved his hand. “I’m not going to ask you for anything. I know my ti is running out, the execution is near… so, I just want to properly thank you.”
“Ah?”
“dical Practitioner, it was you who provided with human care, allowing to feel a bit of warmth in this cold and heartless prison.” Ash spoke with deep emotion. “Having t you before dying is already enough for to die without regrets. I’m ready to accept my fate.”
“I, I’m not as good as you say…” The dical Practitioner mumbled shyly, replying in a low voice.
“But there is great terror between life and death, and in the still of the night, I can’t help but curl up, gripped by an indescribable fear that squeezes my heart, sleepless at night, without appetite, living every day in extre distress.”
“I have a solution for that,” the dical Practitioner took out a syringe that shimred with silver light. “I have a strong sedative needle that will free you from your troubles with just one shot, but all these potions have the sa side effect. It slows down your thinking, basically, it makes you a bit… dull-witted.”
“So! That’s why!” Ash quickly interrupted her. “To spend my last days in peace, I hope you, the dical Practitioner, can stay with .”
“Stay with you? How so?”
“Just for eating, sleeping, bathing and the like…”
“No! Absolutely not!” The dical Practitioner stood up nervously and waved her hands continuously. “I an, that’s not what I’m saying…right, there are rules! We dical Practitioners are not allowed to enter the prisoners’ activity areas, cannot have close contact with prisoners! Uh! It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just really not possible!”
Ash sighed deeply—the sigh was genuine. Although he had anticipated this response, the dical Practitioner’s resolute and intense reply without giving him any opportunity made Ash slightly sad.
A little consideration would have been good! Or at least make your acting a bit more convincing!
Even the crow mask can’t hide your reluctance!
“I understand your difficulties too, and I don’t want to trouble you, but I really need your care and warmth.” Ash blinked. “I have a great idea.”
“What’s this great idea?”
“Just give your clothes, and I can use them to feel your warmth in my embrace during the long nights.”
The dical Practitioner fell silent for a mont, then took a step back, her voice trembling a bit. “You…want to sleep…holding my underwear?”
“You don’t need to give anything that personal!” Ash hurried to clarify. “Besides, I haven’t seen your underwear, so I couldn’t possibly think of them as your embodint.”
The dical Practitioner finally understood. “You want my Hunter Uniform?”
“Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, do you have an extra uniform?”
“Not exactly, but I do need to have two for changing. According to regulations, I can’t give my uniform to anyone else… and you sleeping with my Hunter Uniform at night also sounds a bit…”
Ash suddenly let out a long sigh, his expression becoming downcast. “That’s right, It was excessive of to ask. You’ve helped so much, and both morally and logically, I should not trouble you further…”
“Soone like doesn’t deserve to approach extinction in peace…”
“It was wrong of to hope, to have such unfounded luck…”
“I’m sorry, just pretend I never asked. Thank you, I won’t forget you…”
Though he said this, Ash didn’t get up, but instead gazed earnestly at the dical Practitioner. Left with no choice, she clicked her tongue, “Alright alright, I’ll give you my Hunter Uniform. Is that okay now?”
The plan was a success!
Ash was inwardly elated. All his groundwork had been laid just to get the dical Practitioner to willingly offer him her Hunter Uniform.
After all, during the jailbreak he would have to snatch a set of Crow uniforms, but he did not want to injure the dical Practitioner.
In view of the moral quality from his previous life, he still held a certain respect for the dical profession, though for survival he couldn’t afford to care; if it was possible to resolve the situation peacefully, he would try his best to avoid conflict.
It just so happened that his relationship with dical Practitioner [222] was fairly good; social favors lose their aning if not used when needed, so Ash acted pitiful and played the sympathy card, first by making an unreasonable request for companionship, which was denied, and then asking for her clothes. Layer upon layer, his sche unfolded until he finally pried open the dical Practitioner’s heart, enticing her step by step into the abyss of cri.
“Ah, it seems like it won’t work.”
Ash grew anxious, “What’s wrong?”
“I just took off that set of uniforms, and I haven’t washed it yet.”
“I don’t mind!”
“But I do mind! No, wait until I’ve washed them before giving them to you!”
Ash beca frantic, “Actually, I prefer the original scent, please just fulfill this wish of mine! It’s my once-in-a-lifeti request!”
“No, no, absolutely not!” the dical Practitioner shook her head repeatedly: “I’ll give them to you after I’ve washed the uniforms.”
“How long will it take you to wash them?”
“Not long, there’s a dryer in the laundry room, I can get it done in at most an hour.”
“Then go wash them quickly; I’ll co back to pick them up at noon.”
Ash urged the dical Practitioner to leave, leaving her utterly baffled: “Weren’t you here to chat with ? Didn’t you want to spend more ti with you?”
“Clothes can chat with , clothes can spend more ti with , not to ntion the many other uses clothes have! Anyway, hurry up and go!”
The dical Practitioner went back to her quarters to wash clothes with a confused expression.
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From the sea-view rooftop, Igula gazed at the slowly growing black dot on the lake surface, his heart pounding wildly, goosebumps rising. He felt his face heating up, his legs weakening, his thoughts racing faster.
This was nervousness.
This was fear.
But it was also excitent.
This was the reason why, despite the wealth he had accumulated, he hadn’t quit. The unsettling trepidation before the act was addictive, like poison, and now he was about to deceive the entire prison, planning a daylight escape.
The thought that countless people would be surprised, angry, admiring, and frightened by his feat sent Igula into an excited frenzy; there was nothing more pleasurable to him than fooling others!
In Igula’s anticipatory and tense gaze, a steamboat belching thick smoke appeared on the horizon, sailing towards Shattered Lake Prison against the wind and waves.
However, Igula’s complexion turned grimr and paler.
The hull of the steamboat was similar to other ordinary military ships, but its peculiarity lay in the high-strength steel shell covering it entirely, making the ship look like a solid bullet warship.
In other words, no part of the deck was exposed to sunlight; there was no ‘outside,’ all areas were within the steamboat itself!
While Igula stood dumbfounded, the transport ship had already reached Shattered Lake, dropping anchor at the port. And the first to step off the ship was a white-haired man in dark red Hunter Uniform with a hood, his right shoulder draped with a black short sleeve.
Noticing Igula’s gaze, he looked up and t Igula’s eyes; his expression didn’t change a bit, the bloody pupils under the hood piercing Igula with a sharp gaze!
Igula’s pupils shrank.
The half-sleeve of the Cri Hunting Hall!
The hallmark of the Director of the Cri Hunting Hall was the black Cri Hunter coat, and the Captains of the enforcent teams who fought on the front lines and represented the face of the Cri Hunting Hall wore the Cri Hunter half-sleeve to display their honor!
In Kaimon City, there were only two enforcent teams, and without exception, their Captains were…
Holy Sanctuary Mages of the Three-winged Holy Realm!
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