“If you are hurt enough, just use a pair of hands to cut it open happily…”

Igura, who had not slept all night, took a deep breath and jumped out of bed, ready to go out. But he stopped suddenly at the door.

“Why am I in such a hurry? Isn’t it better if he dies?”

Igura shook his head and went back to the bathroom to take a bath, following his usual routine. However, this time he didn’t feel the usual comfort and relaxation while bathing. After a while, he hurriedly dried himself and brushed his teeth, preparing to activate his revelation spirit.

But the prerequisite for invoking the resonance of the revelation spirit is to maintain a calm and natural state of mind. Igura’s mind was in chaos now, and he had no hope for this. However, the revelation spirit still activated, leaving a line of words in the mirror with toothpaste foam:

What’s the surprise?

Did Asho really die?

Igura felt a chill in his heart. Yesterday, when he saw Jielade paying so much attention to Asho, he realized that the captain of the hunting hall was here for the eccentric leader of the heresy.

Although escorting prisoners and assisting in the blood moon trial were part of the hunter’s job, it was not necessary for the captain of the hunting hall to be dispatched. With Jielade’s status, he could completely refuse any work he wasn’t interested in. Therefore, his presence in Camon City meant that someone had caught his interest!

If that was all, it would be fine. Asho could sacrifice himself. But Igura also unexpectedly learned that Jielade, as a person like him, had legal immunity!

In the Blood Moon Kingdom, the law was the will of the gods, and the rules were the desires of the gods. They could not be violated or disobeyed! Once you were proven guilty, even if you were the executive secretary, the mayor of Camon City, or a wealthy merchant, you had to be judged according to the law, without any room for negotiation!

Igura could never forget the day thirteen years ago when he watched the annual Blood Moon Grand Trial in the orphanage. The elegant man with a calm expression in the light curtain was torn to pieces by the executioner!

That man was the legendary sorcerer, “Silent Maestro” Ters Gordo! A legend of the Blood Moon Kingdom for nearly a hundred years! A sorcerer whose four wings were fully unfolded, almost touching the realm of the gods!

However, even such a powerful person, as the price for violating the law, still had to endure the punishment of the judgment hammer!

It was also from that day that Igura completely determined his own development path.

In the Blood Moon Kingdom, true strength lay in understanding, utilizing, and controlling the rules. Otherwise, even if you were powerful, you would still be nothing more than a slightly stronger ant in front of the laws established by the gods!

But during his years as an “insurance agent,” Igura unexpectedly learned that some people had legal immunity—even if they committed illegal acts, the law would not punish them. On the contrary, the parliament and the church had to protect them, control public opinion, and quell the turmoil.

These people were extremely rare, and they had to meet two conditions: first, they had to be from the Blood Saint or Moon Shadow clans; second, they had to hold important positions!

The former was easy to understand. The Blood Saint and Moon Shadow clans were favored races of the Blood Moon Supreme Lord, and most of the privileges fell on these two races. No one would be dissatisfied with this— if you were dissatisfied, you could take the exam. Any race could transform into the Blood Saint or Moon Shadow clans through the assessment. The research institute and the church recruited new members every year.

The latter, the “important positions,” had different interpretations because in the eyes of most ordinary people, the mayor of the government office and the council members were the important positions. But in reality, it was not the case.

The three most important institutions in the Blood Moon Kingdom were the “Falconer Hall” with law enforcement powers, the “War Zone” responsible for suppressing the abyss in various regions, and the “Beloved Church” that governed all orphanages, specialized maternity hospitals, and population statistics.

The bishop of the church, the commander of the war zone, and the captain of the hunters were the three most important positions.

The bishop must be from the Moon Shadow clan, the commander of the war zone could only be from the Blood Saint clan, and the captain of the Falconer Hall could be from either clan. Therefore, those who had legal immunity were these three types of people!

Jielade Weisiminsite was a member of the privileged class who could ignore the law!

In other words, even if Jielade and Asho entered the dormitory together and only Jielade came out, he would not be punished in any way. He could even act as if nothing had happened.

However, many people in the prison thought that Jielade probably just wanted to catch up with Asho and have a friendly exchange— the kind where Asho couldn’t fight back— and then it would be over.

After all, Asho was a dead end in the prison. Jielade had no reason to tarnish his reputation for someone who was about to die. To put it bluntly, killing Asho would only dirty Jielade’s hands.

Igura also thought so, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly realized a problem.

The key point of this matter was not whether Jielade was willing or not, but whether he could— why did Jielade ask to live with Asho? He was judging whether Asho had any value that would make him commit a crime!

At that moment, Igura felt that Asho was finished. With Asho’s low emotional intelligence, undeveloped brain, and infant-level expression management, Jielade might just kill him if he didn’t like him.

But that was fine. If Asho died, he didn’t need to fulfill Asho’s wish…

Just as Igura was convincing himself and walking into the dining hall, he saw an unimaginable scene: Asho and Jielade were having breakfast face to face, even laughing and talking.

Asho seemed to have made a very bad joke, but the white-haired hunter, who was usually aloof and cold, burst into laughter, even exceeding the decibel level allowed by the “Public Place Management Regulations.” If it were a death row inmate, they would have been silenced by the chip.

“Ah, Igura, over here!” Asho saw Igura at a glance and waved his hand to greet him.

You don’t usually have such a good look in your eyes… Igura, who wanted to hide and observe the situation, reluctantly walked over with his breakfast. “Good morning to both of you. Did you sleep well last night?”

“Good, very good.” Jielade said, “The accommodation here is better than my own home, but I haven’t slept for many years. Fortunately, I have Asho here, so I don’t feel bored.”

“Oh?” Igura raised an eyebrow.”Last night I had a great time playing with Jielade,” Asho shrugged, “It’s been a while since I had so much fun.”

Play? Igura and the people nearby showed subtle expressions.

“Why don’t you stay for another night, I’ll give you a chance to turn the tables. But you need to change your impatient habit. I didn’t even use my full strength last night, and you ended up defeating yourself.”

The nearby death row inmates’ expressions became even more bizarre, and their gaze towards Jielade changed color – Jielade couldn’t even withstand a single blow from Asho?

Hiss, the ‘demon’ Asho is actually so terrifying!

“No, no, the city is urging me to go back. This time I came to the prison as a vacation. If I don’t go back to the office, the director will give me trouble.”

At this moment, Jielade and the others seemed to receive a message. The bloodthirsty hunters who were dining in the restaurant all stood up at the same time. Jielade waved his hand, “The ship has arrived. See you next time, Asho.”

“You’re leaving so soon? Have a safe journey, and remember to write me a letter when you have time.”

“No problem.”

After the bloodthirsty hunters left the restaurant, the death row inmates looked at Asho with respectful eyes.

To be able to establish a deep friendship with the captain of the hunters, Jielade, can the ‘Black Beast’ do it? Can the ‘Diamond’ do it? But the ‘demon’ Asho can do it!

They knew that Asho was brought back by Jielade himself, but after just one night, Jielade was conquered by Asho like this!

No wonder he can become the chosen one favored by the Four Pillar Gods, no wonder he can become the only madman who established a heresy in the Blood Moon Kingdom in nearly a hundred years!

Asho Heath, worthy of being called Asho Heath, easily accomplishing what we cannot do!

Silently, the ‘demon’ Asho has become the awe-inspiring king of death row inmates in the Broken Lake Prison – although he is still a death row inmate.

Igura dragged Asho directly to the Observation Deck, at this time, the transport ship carrying the bloodthirsty hunters had just left the port, breaking through the waves of the Broken Lake and sailing north. Many early-rising finger sharks were very active, greeting the ship with their teeth. The sunlight fell on their scales, shimmering with a faint light.

“What were you playing with him last night?”

Asho was slightly startled – your first question is actually this?

“What else can we play? Of course, it’s playing cards.”

“Playing cards?” Igura was confused for a moment, “What kind of cards?”

As an extremely developed fantasy society, the Blood Moon Kingdom naturally also had playing cards. Although there were some differences in details, they were generally the same. Asho found that there was no 2-point gameplay in ‘Black Jack’ here, so he modified it and taught it to Jielade. The two of them played Black Jack all night.

Although Jielade quickly learned it, his playstyle was unexpectedly aggressive, often accidentally busting, so Asho tormented him all night.

After listening to this gameplay, Igura’s eyes lit up, “It’s a good game. If the casino knows about it, it will definitely become a popular gambling game… But didn’t Jielade plan to do something to you? I thought he came here on purpose for you.”

Asho looked at Igura, “Are you worried about me?”

“Of course, you still owe me a favor.” Igura said calmly, “If you die, who should I ask for it? In this world, I owe others, and no one owes me.”

“Indeed, even if a person is lonely, there will always be someone who cares about him – like the tax authorities and creditors.” Asho joked, then continued, “It was Professor Xilin who asked him to come and kill me.”

“What?” Igura was shocked, “Xilin actually… How did you escape? If Jielade wanted to kill you, no one in the Broken Lake Prison could protect you!”

Asho proudly said, “Of course, it was with my sincere gaze, kind heart, and endless eloquence!”

“Don’t joke, I’m serious.”

“I’m not joking! I really reasoned with him and moved him with emotions, and then he gave up on killing me and played cards with me all night.”

Igura looked at Asho for a while, confirming that the latter was not lying, and his expression couldn’t hold back anymore.

A three-winged Blood Saint who had lived for over a hundred years was actually easily persuaded by Asho?

Could it be that you are also a mind sorcerer, Asho? Otherwise, it’s hard to explain how you mastered the hypnotism that can control the strong in the Holy Domain.

Or maybe this is the might of the Four Pillar Gods? Can it invisibly change the will of others?

Igura looked at the transport ship that was about to disappear on the horizon and suddenly remembered something, “You said Jielade played Black Jack with you all night, and he lost more than he won?”

Asho shrugged, “Yeah, I didn’t expect Jielade to be so weak.”

Igura wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth.

In his opinion, although the gameplay of Black Jack was ever-changing, for a three-winged Holy Domain sorcerer, this level of calculation was not worth mentioning at all. Theoretically, Jielade could rely on his memory and calculation power to master all the situations of both the enemy and himself, and even calculate his optimal decision.

Even if it was his first time playing, he should quickly become proficient and master it, and not lose more than he won.

But it could also be that Asho is just very good at playing Black Jack, Igura thought.

…

…

On the transport ship, a group of bloodthirsty hunters were playing cards together.

“Ahaha.” Jielade revealed his cards, “Exactly twenty-one, I win. Five silver coins from each person.”

“No, Captain, you’re not allowed to play!” a hunter shook his head, “You’re cheating!”

“You guys shuffled the cards and dealt them. I don’t even have a sorcery spirit. How can I cheat?” the white-haired hunter pretended to be innocent.

The hunter couldn’t help but curse, “Your memory and calculation power are stronger than ours. You analyzed all the situations as soon as we got the cards. How can we possibly win? You’re simply using your Holy Domain abilities to crush us!”

“Alright, alright, let’s not play then.” Jielade whistled and walked to the railing, looking through the glass curtain wall at the gradually departing Broken Lake Prison.

A thin and weak orc hunter walked over. He was different from most hunters, thin, short, and at first glance, he looked like a goblin.

However, like Jielade, he had blood-red gem-like blood pupils.”Captain, I’m curious.” He leaned against the railing, asking, “What exactly did Asho Heath do to make you spare him?”

Jielade laughed, “Bas, how do you know I came for Heath?”

“You’re not doing this for the first time.” Bas said, “Law enforcement captains are often the ones who break the law. Don’t think I don’t know who was behind the assassination of Councilor Will. Every time you want to do something, the whole hunting hall has to clean up after you, even though it’s not troublesome to follow the procedure…”

“However, this is the duty bestowed upon you by the Supreme Lord, there must be His profound intentions.”

“That’s why I’m curious, because you have too many reasons to kill Asho Heath. Just the fact that he is the leader of the Four Pillar God Church is enough for you to take action. And you must have received some intelligence, thinking that Heath still poses a danger, so you specifically came to the Broken Lake, right?”

Jielade leisurely said, “Indeed, it’s more comfortable to use our own people, insightful and smart. In comparison, Amy is really not up to par…”

Bas raised his eyebrows, “Captain, with one sentence you’ve violated the regulations against gender discrimination, racial discrimination, and even incited conflict between the two Blood Moon races. If others heard this, the Camon City media wouldn’t need to look for other news this month, just criticizing you would fill their pages.”

Jielade chuckled, then said, “As for Asho Heath… you’re right, he has too many reasons for me to take action, like the fact that he reads the romance comics I hate the most.”

“So what did he do to make you change your mind, Captain?”

“He didn’t do anything, or rather, everything he did didn’t sway me. The reason I spared him was to give face to someone.”

Bas was taken aback, “…There’s someone you need to give face to?”

“Of course there is.”

Jielade looked towards the Broken Lake prison disappearing in the distance, recalling the crow uniform hidden under Asho’s bed in his dormitory, and the sweet, fishy smell of Asho’s blood.

“I smelled the scent of the Colorless Origin Blood.”

“As a sibling from the same four research institutes, I dare not snatch the sacrifice that the new race has been looking forward to for a long time.”