Chapter 103

Noticing the faint murderous aura emanating from him, the black-haired warden raised his eyes slightly and said nonchalantly:

"It's not a good habit to always want to get rid of others."

Noticing the black-haired girl's stiffening, the warden said calmly, "You're being quite obvious. But I don't mind."

Like Ursula, he didn't care about the lives of the prisoners.

But if there were a large number of deaths, he would also feel distressed. After all, running a prison requires a lot of energy, and it would be a waste not to fleece these prisoners.

"This job starts today."

The black-haired warden smiled at her and said, "Come on."

Ursula: “……!!”

She walked out of the warden's office feeling a little dizzy.

When she reached the door, she suddenly came to her senses - she didn't know where the Crest family's library was.

Ursula froze. Would she go back and ask Caesar again? Would that make her seem unreliable? But she could be close to Caesar again—the air around Caesar was close.

"Miss Ursula."

Just when she was feeling a little confused, a strange male voice she had never heard before appeared in front of her, accompanied by the subtle sense of danger that only a master could give her.

The black-haired girl's body tensed up silently in an instant, and she raised her head expressionlessly.

The masked man showed no hostility, but bowed slightly to her. "I have been informed of the Warden's arrangements. You may call me Ben, Miss Ursula."

"Please follow me and I will take you to your workplace."

While Ursula was looking at him, Ben was also observing Ursula silently.

The girl looked only seven or eight years old, but she had a dark aura that could not be ignored after removing her disguise. The concentration of darkness was even stronger than that of Yalong.

Should we say that he is worthy of being a combination of a top-level dark-leaning talent holder and a powerful Dead Sea monster?

Even a person with a talent of his level felt a faint sense of oppression when he saw the other party, and his mind became involuntarily tense.

When a girl reaches this level, as long as she doesn't do it on purpose, people with lower inspiration are less likely to be influenced by her.

Just like the "pollution" represented by "darkness", the more you can observe and perceive, the deeper your fear will be.

And César Crest, the head of the Crest family, gave Ben a stronger feeling than Ursula.

He even vaguely suspected that the two people's powers were, in some sense, of the same origin.

This is probably why the warden treats her differently.

You know, ever since the warden came back from his missionary work, his mood has become so dull that even Ben feels a little scared.

Ben looked away, not intending to say anything more, but then he heard the girl ask without beating around the bush, "Are you also Caesar's subordinate?"

Ben: "No, I'm the warden's housekeeper, Miss Ursula. Also, calling the warden by his first name is not allowed. You may address him as Master Crest or Lord Crest."

Ursula's voice remained even. "I've already been punished for this."

So she would shout it a few more times.

class:"……"

...this weird feeling of rebellion.

"Has Caesar been here since he was a child?"

She continued to ask.

Considering that this was a role that the warden treated more discriminatoryly, Ben spoke in a gentler tone: "This is a private matter for the warden, and a polite child wouldn't ask about it."

Ursula: "I'm not polite."

class:"……"

I don't really want to talk to this kid anymore.

However, Ben had lived for so many years and still had the necessary self-control, so he didn't bother with someone who looked like a child. In his opinion, unlike people like White, Ursula was indeed a bit childish. While she was cold and cruel, she also had a kindness and innocence that seemed out of place.

Knowing that the warden had placed Ursula in the library, Ben naturally investigated her thoroughly and got to know her a little better - at least he was reassured that the warden would not do anything without a purpose.

Moreover, in his investigation, the girl and the brown-haired boy seemed to have some connection with the warden, and even that Freeman was the holder of the priest bloodline... Then why did the warden act as if he didn't know them?

Suppressing his worries, Ban decided to trust the arrangements of the head of the family.

Eastwood's library was actually Kleist's library. Prisoners were generally not allowed to read, and of course they had no need to do so.

Only a very small number of cultural prisoners are willing to exchange the reward dessert for a book.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, all the books here are the warden's personal belongings, and only he can read them.

However, since the warden created such a new position, it is certainly not as simple as just letting Ursula sweep the dust.

He tacitly agreed that the books were also available to Ursula.

Ben takes Ursula to the first floor of the Tower of Babel.

It was the first time Ursula was so close to this building. She blinked and asked again, "Is this where Caesar rests?"

Ben replied, "Yes, he used to, but the warden has been resting in his office lately."

He keenly noticed that the girl was a little disappointed.

Although her face did not seem to show any emotion.

"The library has seven floors in total, and the area you can access right now is only the first floor. Once the first floor has been completely cleaned and inspected, you can proceed to the next floor."

Ban said businesslike, "The Tower of Babel imposes the heaviest repression on prisoners, and its walls are also lined with Sijoheim ore. You may experience brief discomfort after entering."

It might even cause harm to her.

Ursula naturally knew this, but she still accepted it without any objection.

The door that may contain countless secrets slowly opened to her.

Compared to Ursula, Xia Zuo was not so lucky.

Looking at Xia Zuo who was once again implicated by Yalong, the comic's will was numb: "Just say it, you just favor Ursula."

The black-haired warden smiled innocently. "No, it's just that the boy Xia Zuo is more durable than the young Ursula, isn't it? This is called fair distribution."

Comic Will: "...You clearly have a photographic memory, so don't tell me you've forgotten that Ursula is already an adult and brutally tore apart many high-level Dead Sea monsters with her bare hands."

Xizel said confidently and calmly: "Really?"

Comic Will: "..."

Every time when it thought the black-haired young man had been inhuman enough, he would give it new surprises.

Never mind. It shouldn't have mentioned this to him. There were obviously more important things to focus on.

Thinking of Xizel's performance when facing Ursula and Xia Zuo, it said hesitantly: "So your character setting this time is... amnesia?"

"Be bold. If it's just amnesia, how can I make up for all the foreshadowing I laid before, and the foreshadowing caused by your mistake?"

The comic's will fell silent. It was indeed its fault that César's body had lost its heartbeat and breath, but it was up to the contracted party to make amends...

Damn, I feel a little guilty.

"So, besides amnesia, what else is there?"

Because it felt guilty enough, it didn't raise any questions and asked honestly.

Hearing this, the black-haired young man lowered his eyes, and his dark eyelashes covered everything in his misty blue eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

For a moment, that vague sense of coldness and danger once again surged into Manga Will's heart.

The black-haired young man was clearly smiling, but the voice in his mind was emotionless, as calm and cold as the glaciers in the Far North that never melt.

"Do you remember what I said when I was still Christine?"

The comic's will was slightly stunned, and then it frantically searched its memory, looking up every word and action of Christine.

Just when it was getting anxious and doubting its life, it suddenly remembered the words that the agent had inadvertently murmured in his heart when he first saw the figure of the brown-haired boy.

He said—

God should not be soft-hearted.

God should not be soft-hearted.

God will not be soft-hearted.

God loves all living things, but God does not love humans.

The author has something to say:

All living beings are living beings, and the "people" here are individuals.