On the Broken Lake.
“It’s over!” Kenmen shouted loudly, “The trial is over, let’s go back!”
Except for Andreier, who was still in a daze, the other six couldn’t wait to return to the prison for rehabilitation, eagerly looking at Asho. However, Asho still maintained the posture of holding the “Catalog of Sinners”, calmly looking at them without any movement.
Everyone panicked – could it be that this escaped criminal intended to kill them all?
Buzzing.
Suddenly, the sound of a turbine engine came from the distance. Everyone turned their heads and saw a speedboat coming on the blood-stained lake. Although they couldn’t see the people on the boat, they could imagine that it was definitely not a middle-aged man coming for night fishing. It was the Bloodthirsty Hunter from the Falconer Hall!
Seeing someone finally coming to stop the escaped criminal’s actions, the others became even more panicked instead of being happy!
No, they didn’t want this kind of rescue that came after the trial!
Originally, the escaped criminal might still be considering whether to spare their lives, but now, being frightened by the Falconer Hall, they were afraid that he would kill them on the spot to provoke the Blood Moon Kingdom.
They no longer had any hope for Asho’s rationality – any rational person would escape honestly instead of holding their own trial, putting the mayor in the defendant’s seat, and inducing everyone to reveal the dark side of the Blood Moon Kingdom that the glory couldn’t shine upon!
In their eyes, Asho Heath no longer intended to live. He just wanted to turn his own funeral into a circus performance, planning a magnificent finale for himself!
But if you want to become fireworks, do it yourself, don’t drag us to meet the Blood Moon Sovereign!
Seeing the speedboat in the distance, Asho also made some movements. He closed the “Catalog of Sinners” and reached into the pocket of his windbreaker–
Clang!
With a distant sword sound, a bloodline split the Broken Lake, tore through the night sky, crossed the long distance, and pierced Asho’s chest!
This bloodline was like a substance. With a fierce pull, it directly pulled the person from the speedboat to the Observation Deck!
Seeing the figure falling onto the Observation Deck, the criminals, wearing the Bloodthirsty Hunter’s half-sleeves, white hair, and red eyes, felt relieved.
It was the Bloodthirsty Hunter, Jielade! A Sorcerer of the Three-Winged Sanctuary!
With him here, this mere escaped criminal was definitely–
“Huh?” Kenmen asked in confusion, “Where is that person?”
Andreier finally snapped out of his thoughts about his political enemy’s death. He turned his head to the Observation Deck and found only Jielade there.
And the one who gathered them together and planned this perhaps the highest-rated Blood Moon trial spin-off, the host Asho Heath, was nowhere to be seen.
He couldn’t have escaped without a trace in front of a Three-Winged Sorcerer, right?
And just now, Jielade clearly hit him, so why did he disappear?
Even if he died, there should be a body left, unless…
“A substitute Sorcery Spirit.”
Jielade squatted down, ignoring the crucial “Catalog of Sinners”, and picked up something about the size of a pen with a bow tie ribbon wrapped around it. He lightly pressed the mechanism inside.
Asho’s voice came from inside: “That’s right, you’re right. So I don’t really want you to reveal ‘illegal facts’, but I’m expecting you to reveal Fenanche’s legal illegal activities…”
A recording pen, a common item for most citizens in the Blood Moon Kingdom, specifically used to record others’ words and actions. If it recorded discriminatory or criminal remarks, it could be taken to the Falconer Hall for anonymous reporting. The Falconer Hall would reward citizens who maintained public order with cash, and it could also improve their citizen credit rating.
Jielade looked at the pens on the ground and knew in his heart that the Falconer Hall had been played – all of Asho’s statements in the live broadcast came from these recording pens!
Because it was a miracle to split a true clone that could independently think, act, and speak, at least at the Three-Winged level, the Falconer Hall never thought that the Asho in the live broadcast was fake. Jielade came personally on the speedboat just to arrest the mastermind as soon as possible.
Yes, although there was no evidence now, Jielade was convinced in his heart that the mastermind behind this escape operation must and could only be the leader of the Four Pillar God Heresy, Asho Heath!
Suddenly, Jielade noticed that one of the recording pens was wrapped in a bow tie ribbon. He picked it up and pressed it, and a noisy voice came from inside:
“Hey? Igura, why aren’t you saying anything? Weren’t you so enthusiastic just now? What about Gerard being expelled from the institute for peeping at legendary Sorcerers taking a bath? What about Gerard spending a lot of money to help poor girls? What about Gerard being a common plug for more than a dozen Veelas… Say more, I love hearing these legendary stories.”
“Ah, the famous ‘Fraudster’ Igura Bokin refuses to speak, then it’s my turn to leave a message. Hi, Gerard Westminster, this is ‘The Innocent’ Asho Heath. Although I want to advise you not to come and arrest me, I guess you can’t stand unpleasant truths. So I can only advise you to go and arrest them first.”
“Igura Bokin, Aqiborde Harvey, Ronal Wade, they are all extremely wicked villains. Can you go and arrest them first? Let me live a few more days in fear, can you do that as a punishment for me?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Gerard, I actually consider you a friend. So I want to thank you. After all, if you hadn’t spared me that night, how could I have escaped tonight? Thank you, Gerard, you are my hero.”
Crack!
Jielade crushed the recording pen, ignoring the resentful eyes of the criminals on the stone pillar, and turned his head to look at the horizon of the lake. At this moment, dark clouds drifted by, obscuring the moonlight, and the world became dim, but the eyes of the Blood Saint Clan remained bright as fire.
“Asho, you don’t even have the sincerity to come and thank me in person, that’s too insincere, isn’t it?”
…
…
Camon City, Pearl District, at a construction site, five prison guards wearing uniforms walked to the rooftop of a abandoned building and looked out at the bustling metropolis in the distance.The Pearl District, also known as the ‘Pig District’, like the ‘Lower District’ known as the Wheat District, is a place where the lower-class people of Camon City live.
The difference is, the Lower District has been a lower-class area for hundreds of years. Although it’s poor, it’s lively and orderly in its poverty. The Pig District, on the other hand, is a newly planned area that has emerged in the last twenty years. Due to some political issues, its development has been stalled, and they can’t even afford to pay the earth magic construction team to finish the buildings. A promising future commercial area has turned into a large cesspool filled with bandits, vagrants, and criminals.
Suddenly, all five of them felt a slight ease in their souls, as if some kind of restraint had dissipated.
“Fenanche is dead, Harvey, our contract with you is over,” Ronald said.
Harvey nodded and sincerely said, “Thank you.”
“It’s strange, we don’t have a chip, and we didn’t see Fenanche’s death. How did we automatically complete the contract?” Asho asked curiously, “Could it be that the Virtual Realm helps us judge the progress of the contract, and when it found out that Fenanche was dead, it immediately processed this contract?”
“That’s why every industry needs contract masters,” Igura laughed, “In most cases, the Virtual Realm is the fairest judge. Since we succeeded, it means that Asho really presided over a Blood Moon Trial with just those few recordings… How did you do it?”
“Isn’t it simple?”
“Simple? How do you predict what others will say?”
“You can tell you’ve never given a business presentation. How to induce others to ask the questions you need is a necessary skill in the workplace, and it’s all about promotion and salary increase,” Asho spread his hands, “When you’ve been beaten up by the client enough times, you naturally make several contingency plans to ensure nothing goes wrong.”
Although he didn’t quite believe it, Igura couldn’t say anything – after all, he was responsible for one-on-one direct sales, while Asho was the leader of a heresy that engaged in group marketing. In this regard, Asho really did have more authority to speak.
Ronald clapped his hands to attract everyone’s attention, “Gentlemen, since Harvey’s contract is over, and we have successfully escaped from prison and arrived at the edge of Camon City, our right side is the city, and our left side is the suburbs.”
“So, it’s time to disband, isn’t it?”
Ronald, Igura, Harvey, and others nodded in agreement. Asho, filled with emotion, said, “I am truly grateful for everyone’s strong support. It is because of this that we were able to complete this almost absurd plan. This credit, this honor belongs to each and every one of us!”
He put his finger in his mouth, “I, Asho Heath, will never forget any of you—”
Boom!
Crash!
Snap!
Asho pulled the ‘honey-mouthed and dagger-hearted’ from his mouth, quickly retreated and raised a sword barrier, pointing his sword at Ronald, his heart sword like a flying awn stabbing at the bald man;
Ronald turned into a werewolf and pounced on Harvey, the darkness became his servant, sweeping over everything;
Harvey waved his hands, shooting out three gray-black cones of death, stabbing at Igura, Ronald, and Ronald respectively;
Ronald spread his hands, a large number of steel balls stopped in the air for a moment and then suddenly locked onto the fraudster’s guidance, the speed of the steel balls accelerated to the point of cutting through the air and breaking the sound barrier in a fraction of a second;
Igura let out a mental scream on the spot, the ripples of vibration acting like armor to cancel out other effects and flying objects, the sharp sound causing several cracks in this unfinished building!
Since the team was disbanded, they were now enemies!
Did anyone think that escaping from prison together would make them lifelong friends? Surely not?