Chapter 389: Ranchi's Two-Pronged Approach

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Lan Qi thought about it, it seemed that Duke Morotien hoped this meeting would be relatively private, so he didn't make a big fuss or apply through the academy route, but instead asked the warden to personally deliver the message.

"Why is it that you, the busybody of this great empire, are always a ghost who appears and disappears"

Bakas, the warden, shook his head and chuckled, all the while observing Lynch's expression, wondering if he would agree.

If he agreed, Duke Morotio Berenharde would owe him a favor. If he refused, he wouldn't offend Locke Macassy either.

Bakas pondered the man beside him throughout their journey, sensing an aura of mystery surrounding him that spoke of power. He couldn't decipher what lay hidden in those contemplative eyes.

Lanche finally stopped his steps and stood with Baskes, the jailer, in front of the deep red double doors near the end of the corridor.

"No problem, Director Bakas has spoken, and even if I'm busy, I'll make time. You see, after our collaboration project is finished today, I'll be waiting in my office for Mr. Berhardt, how about that"

Ranch gazed warmly at Warden Bakas, as if telling him that he would definitely take care of this.

"That's quite a surprise, then. Let me respond to Duke Morotien Berenguer first and we can begin our discussion"

Barkas, the warden, was momentarily stunned before breaking into a smile and nodding his greeting.

He found his conversation with Governor Loch McCassie very comfortable.

Compared to the esteemed Duke Morotien Belenharde, Rock Macassi still held more respect for the man before him and placed their conversation above all else, including even that with the Duke.

"No problem, Mr. Bacchus. This way, please."

Lanqi smiled and raised her hand to push open the heavy door, gesturing for Warden Bakas to walk into the VIP lounge.

Although Lance outwardly showed no reaction, he was deep in thought, wondering what the Duke of Morotiam Berenhardt's visit was truly about.

He had always found it strange, whether Cloris and Siddo had deceived him, or if the Duke was still faking it.

Anyway, I can find out if this duke is real or not just by meeting him later and chatting.

As for now, his mind was primarily focused on the other side, located on the western outskirts of Helrom, the capital. Sometimes, his silence wasn't to make Warden Bakas feel like he was profound; rather, controlling two bodies was simply too much for him.

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The Imperial City, Herlohm, to the west.

On the outskirts of Helrom, a colossal square building stood imposingly, surrounded by the formidable forces of the Protoss Empire. Despite the surrounding Helrom-style structures each possessing their own unique charm, this prison dwarfed them all in comparison.

The walls of Helrom Prison are a deep grey, as solid as cold iron, covered in a dense web of ancient magical runes. A chilling light surrounds the building, emanating a wave of magic that can make visitors' skin tingle, forming an impenetrable protective barrier.

However, the portion visible on this surface is merely the tip of the iceberg of this subterranean world-like prison.

Hellerm Prison has a total of seven levels. Excluding the ground floor, Level -1 to -3 is the outer layer, and Levels -4 to -6 is the inner layer.

For an ordinary student of the Protos Royal Magic Academy, merely looking at its existence was enough to feel an invisible pressure and terror wash over them.

Therefore, most third-year students' cornerstone credential courses do not choose "Hellrom Guard Examination."

Only by using imperial-legitimate documents and procedures, after several security checks, can one enter the inner chambers of Hellsrom Prison's base layer.

Around the barrier encasing the building, numerous figures clad in distinctive Imperial Officer uniforms patrolled. These were not ordinary Imperial soldiers, but officers from the magical special operations force. Any passerby who exhibited even the slightest flaw or suspicious activity would be targeted by their keen eyesight and detection magic.

Everything is because the Hellespont prison holds many extremely dangerous Imperial convicts inside.

Once, to prevent the Revival Church or criminals from targeting the inmates in this prison, security measures here were heightened.

Now that the Revivalist Church has become a legal organization, regardless of its branch, it needs to maintain a good image of law-abiding at this critical juncture. It is even more important to assist the Imperial military forces to prove their willingness to cooperate.

With this group of former professional terrorists fighting other criminals, the frequency of violent and criminal incidents in the Empire began to decline sharply in the short term.

This morning, outside the Herloom prison's fortress-like exterior, Huberlian and four other figures had made their way through the building's layers of security. In the morning sunlight, the shadows of the few stretched long across the wide road, until they ventured deeper into the building, the shadows seemed to vanish, becoming a space utterly closed off.

Their internship uniforms as prison guards wore the crest of Protos Royal Magic Academy, a joint-venture design. As long as they chose the "Helrom Prison Guard Assessment" task, whether they passed or not, lived or died, they would receive a set of uniform as a souvenir.

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Huebert turned to look at the somewhat absent-minded black-haired girl with green eyes.

At this moment, the great poet of love has transformed into human form, his body controlled by Lance.

But Lanci needs to simultaneously control two bodies in different situations. Sometimes, the great poet on this side appears a bit distracted, almost tripping or bumping into security gates while walking. When she loses her balance, Huberly has to grab her arm and guide her properly.

After nearly half an hour of security checks and registration verification, the five-member student team finally entered the labyrinthine ground level of Hellesylt Prison.

In the interplay of light and shadow, Helrom Prison's foundation level slowly unfurled its ancient and heavy curtains. This forgotten space, every corner immersed in a demonic architectural style and enchantments.

Stepping into the spacious hall, one's eyes are met with intricate crystal pipelines sprawling across towering walls and arcane machinery. Occasionally, low hums of magical energy can be heard from afar, remnants of this demonic civilization that emanate a profound and ever-burning glow. They seem to whisper tales of power and destruction.

Beneath the dangerous mechanical structure lay the final checkpoint, and the foundational core area of Hubrian that Shelby had now reached: a massive, deep purple mirror surface.

For Huberlian, who constantly challenges the Shadow World and the Artificial Shadow World in South Continent, she is very familiar with the structure of these things.

The Demon Race employs a kind of magical engineering resembling artificial portals to the Shadow World's void. This single interface connects the prison's base level with the underground levels, and passage through each subsequent level must comply with the regulations of the prison's barrier. Otherwise, it is impossible to break through by any other means.

The basic level is merely a preparation space for trainee prison guards participating in the assessment. They can handle exit procedures from the prison at any time. The work of officers on this level tends to be clerical and does not involve contact with inmates.

Entering the negative levels begins a truly dangerous assessment. Every level down increases the danger significantly and there is no going back to the previous level. You can only move downward. At the negative third or negative sixth level, you can choose to end the assessment and return to the base level.

Today is also the third update, and there is another chapter later.

(The End)

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