This is a question worth considering.
But running out like this is a violation of the rules of Hades, right?
She probably saw the strange look in my eyes, so she waved her hand and said, "After all, now that my head is hot, I have run away. If I don't wait a little longer and get caught again, I won't be able to come back!"
...I actually think she's right to some extent.
"Forget it... let's go to the prison to check the situation after a short rest." I could only sigh and said, "The sooner the matter can be solved, the better. Maybe it will be troublesome if something happens later."
Kellas nodded, then stood up unsteadily: "I don't know if this counts as my performance, but I have no indicators at all, so who should blame this... Forget it, don't think about it. It would be nice if the sentence could be reduced.”
Don't start thinking about such sad things now!
Stepping into the city gate, the crowd on the street was already talking a little bit about this abnormal situation. It was obvious that Binelle had not fully announced the current situation, but from eavesdropping on the crowd's conversation, they had no idea about the undead. Their cognition seems to be more at the level of the undead, and their attitude towards the undead is not good.
This natural, preconceived notion is also largely what worries me.
Now I can almost compare what it would be like if it were the demons and humans' turn to coexist, and what I have to do is actually very simple.
Reversing people's perception of a small group of demons.
I don’t expect that the human race’s understanding of the demon clan will change, because what the demon clan has done to the human race is undeniable. This is an indisputable fact. However, we must also realize that there are also things like Nolan Lusi. Such demons do not expect to be on bad terms with humans, and even intend to be on good terms with humans.
But for this plan to be put into practice, people must at least realize that demons are harmless and even beneficial.
When I realized this at this moment, I was slightly glad that I didn't actually implement the method to deal with the demon hunter.
Following the guards holding the prisoners, we arrived at the prison of the Immortal Fortress, a giant cylindrical building located in the middle city. From the surface, this building has an intimidating height, but when you actually walk in, you find that the inner walls of the columns are filled with cells, and the center surrounded by the cells is the place where prisoners usually move.
This kind of treatment made me a little surprised, but if I think about it carefully, in fact, the prisoners detained in this kind of prison in the city may not be serious criminals. Most of them are prisoners who can be released after a certain amount of education, so they have specially arranged it. A place like this.
But that's not the point.
I turned my head and looked at the guards.
They locked up all the prisoners one after another, and at this time, a middle-aged man who looked like the person in charge came over.
He has gloomy eyes at first glance, and his nose does not look very similar to the mainstream race of the White Empire. He seems to be from other empires. Compared with the people of the White Empire, his nose bridge is slightly darker. Tall and narrow.
At this time, he was looking at us with a complicated look that was slightly understanding but also confused.
"Excuse me, are you the people that His Highness said can solve this matter?" He was quite slender, so he had to lower his head slightly to talk to us normally. "You do seem to be a convincing person."
I smiled slightly and said, "Whether we can solve this matter can only be determined until we actually see the undead."
"In the face of this situation, it would be great if there are people who are willing to help." The person in charge, who seemed to be the warden, smiled modestly, "I think you also know the special nature of this matter, so there is no need to be modest. , it’s already a great effort to stand up.”
His tone was extremely respectful, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe it's because I'm used to being straightforward, so now I feel at a loss when I hear such respectful words, right?
After thinking about this, I felt a little relieved.
But just when I thought this little incident was over, Kellas calmly poked me in the ribs when the warden turned around.
I turned my head and looked at her strangely. However, what surprised me was that she pointed at the warden with a serious face.
She gestured like she was cutting her throat, and I knew immediately what she meant.
Warden, there is probably something wrong.
After realizing this, I slightly opened the distance between the warden and me to prevent any accidents.
My movements were extremely natural, as if I was indeed walking a little slower due to certain circumstances.
This distance is the shortest distance that the spell shield can react to.
If he wants to attack me backhand, the outermost mage shield can be deployed as quickly as possible, and then I can launch a counterattack.
However, the warden has not revealed his intentions yet, so I am not sure whether he knows his identity or plans to use the warden's disguise to do something.
Afterwards, we were led by the warden to the place where these undead were kept.
Most of the undead were quite quiet and seemed to accept this fact. However, some people still cursed and looked completely unconvinced. They seemed to think that the guards were arresting people at will and complained about various injustices.
Kellas briefly glanced at the situation in the prison, then nodded slightly and said: "It is true that...all of them are undead here."
As if confirming something, Kellas took a closer look, then turned to the warden and said: "By the way, what's your name...Forget it, you are the warden after all, right? Please find the one who is the quietest and in the best mood. Let the gloomiest person come, preferably the one who has absolutely no courage to carry on with the rest of his life."
The warden was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his hands gently, swallowed and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, what did you just say...what do you mean?"
"To put it simply, it is to..."
I roughly thought of what kind of speech Kyle Russ was going to make, so I gently pressed Kyle Russ's hand, and then moved slightly forward and said, "Because for such people, the fluctuations in the soul will become more stable, which is conducive to research." Their current situation, so..."
The warden said clearly: "I see, that's it, I understand."
He walked quickly past the cage, then pointed to a motionless man lying on the bed and said: "If this is the case, then this guy is the most suitable... Although he was only locked up recently, he is the first A man who came to report that he was immortal, we called him Sad Larry, was a guy who didn't want to live, but now it's obvious that he can't."
Kyle Russ stood on the edge of the railing and looked at the completely motionless people lying inside, and said with some surprise: "So there are really people in World Mountain who don't want to live at all?"
"...There are probably a lot of people like this now." The warden sighed, "Because of the war, there are too many displaced people. It would be nice to be able to rescue things. Some of them simply came from the core of the war zone. , they are simply alone, and the difference between them being alive or not alive is just a continuation of pain."
He gently spread his hands and said, "Not everyone has the courage to start all over again. People with a broken mentality will be like him."
Kyle Russ didn't seem to be listening to the warden's introduction, and just looked at the people inside with a little curiosity.
She knocked on the iron fence, and then said: "Although I don't know your name, I'd better get up quickly. There are some things that need your help now, so..."
Before he finished speaking, the person lying on the bed seemed to be a little surprised and sat up, then walked to the fence and said: "Please, please, are you talking about me?"
The person in front of me... Although his face was haggard, you could still tell that he was a young man. He seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time, so he looked as if he was ten years older.
However, when Kellas said that he needed his help, his answer seemed a little bit at a loss.
"Yes, I heard that you told the guards that you were undead, so I am very curious about this matter." Kellas said uncharacteristically, "After all, as an undead, you are not allowed to exist no matter what. ?”
"I don't think it matters whether they exist or not." The young man sighed, "The undead are completely aliens, right? It doesn't matter if they are just aliens or normal people. Anyway, they all have a reason. If there is no reason, there will be no existence. The reason exists, I’m just worried about my current situation now.”
"So, you remember the situation when you died...right?" Kellas said softly.
"How did you die...Although it was an insignificant thing, I still wrote it down because I have nothing to commemorate. It's the first time in my life that I died, so it's commemorative, right?" The young man was still having a conversation, but inexplicably, I felt that he seemed a little more enthusiastic.
"Most of the methods of death in war zones are boring. I just suffered the aftermath of magic and overturned the potion that was being tested at home." He pointed to his brain and said, " When I fell, my head was immersed in the potion. I think this is one of the reasons why I can remember what happened when I died... Maybe I am the only one."
"...potion?"
"It's said to be a potion, but it's actually the kind of thing that was made because of some tricks - it's just a simple memory potion." The young man sighed and said, "In the end, maybe I forgot the fact that I died. It’s better, but if it can still be studied by others, then I should be very grateful.”
It was indeed a negative statement to a certain extent, and even I was a little bit infected by his casual and indifferent tone.
"Then can you remember clearly who turned you into this?"
"It's impossible to describe. That person must have disposed of this part of my memory, but she didn't expect that my head would be immersed in the memory potion when I died, so I just remembered a little bit... Ah, that guy was a woman. She probably said some pitiful words like "How pitiful" when I was in a hurry, and then a warm force filled my limbs, and I felt and... ...Temperature?" The young man said naggingly, "Anyway, if you are looking for someone, it must be that guy."
...This description is actually not much different from what I didn't say.
Although at least he knew that the other party was a woman, that was the end of it.
"Do you have any clue about this kind of thing?" I can only hope that Kellas can know something.
Unexpectedly, Kyle Rath curled his lips slightly and said: "With this level of information, what do you expect me to say! I am not a detective!"
I misjudged your IQ.
I tilted my head and finally didn't dare to say this out loud - mainly because I felt that if she bit someone in public, it might not have a good impact on her image.
"You still can't help me..." The young man smiled sadly, "Sure enough, even if it becomes what it is now, it still won't work, but maybe I can stop here, right? You guys are looking for people like me The biggest reason is that I don’t want those rebellious guys to cause trouble, so it’s most appropriate to pick someone like me.”
"You are quite open-minded." After hearing what the young man said, I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "But you happened to be right about part of the reason."
"The undead are also human beings...is that what you think?" the young man said unexpectedly, "Then you are really good people, but I'm afraid you don't know that much."
"You know...a lot." I said cautiously.
The young man spread his hands helplessly and said: "Before I die, I was still a nobleman, even though I was a failed nobleman."
Kellas tilted her head, looked him over and asked, "So... are you really ready to die?"
"I'm prepared, but before I die, I still have a request - when the trouble is really going to strike, can you hurry up? As long as I can't feel the pain." The young man said openly. , "The boundary between the undead and the living should not be broken. I still understand this. Now that someone can handle it, it is really a big help."
Open-mindedness coexists with despair.
This wonderful feeling really makes people lament the complexity of life.
I looked at Kyle Russ, and Kyle Russ didn’t hesitate any longer.
"Now that consent is obtained, then... the test begins."
