Chapter 85

The black-haired young man's gaze lingered on the "God's Descent Container" for a moment.

The comic will also popped up: "Is this your script?"

Xizel raised his eyebrows slightly: "Guess."

Comic Will: "..."

He was now cautious about any conversation with the black-haired young man, so he retreated silently.

And Xizel also opened the latest chapter of the comic and saw Xia Zuo's recent situation.

If Xia Zuo at the beginning of the comic was a child who had not grown up, then now he has become an independent warrior - even a leader.

Xizel lowered his eyes.

The black-haired young man sat alone at the desk in front of the bed. The cold white light shining down on him made his figure look cold and... a little lonely.

Manga Will felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, and just as he was about to offer some words of comfort, he heard the black-haired warden speak thoughtfully, "No wonder shonen manga love to use knives on their protagonists. It really is quite effective."

Comic Will: "..."

You heartless person——!!

It finally understood that it was important not to add any weird filters to this thing. He had already said that he had no conscience!

The black-haired young man, vaguely sensing the manga's emotional fluctuations, narrowed his eyes and asked with interest, "What were you thinking just now? Were you feeling sorry for me?"

Manga froze, sensing this wasn't a good topic to discuss. He gritted his teeth and replied, "No, I was just wondering if you'd feel... lonely."

The curve of the black-haired young man's lips remained unchanged, and his misty blue eyes, against the backdrop of cold light, made it even harder to discern the emotions within, making him seem even more unpredictable.

His voice was very soft. "So how do you think I got through the past seventeen years?"

The comics paused.

Then, its entire energy body was enveloped by an inexplicable chill.

It was already terrifying to find that its memory was wrong, but the current incongruity made its scalp tingle even more - how could a young man who had no relatives or friends, who had lived alone for seventeen years, a young man who danced leisurely with chronic illness and loneliness - be on its list of choices?

Indifferent, empty, arrogant, cold-blooded, was this really the kind of person it wanted to choose?

Why, when César showed these characteristics at the beginning, not only did it not react in the slightest bit as if it was strange, but it seemed to take it for granted?

"Look, your memory is wrong again." The black-haired young man sighed sympathetically, "You should have some sanity points, right? You'd better be careful."

He blinked, with a smile that was hard to tell whether it was real or fake: "After all, you are quite cute."

Comic Will: "..."

I don't think you're complimenting me.

"I was complimenting you."

The black-haired young man tilted his head, and suddenly, as if by illusion, he felt a hint of subtle tenderness.

“I thought we had a good collaboration.”

The comic will was subtly silent for a moment.

Then he stammered, "You, you're right."

Well, it forgives him for not telling his script and for ruthlessly killing the protagonist.

And in the final analysis, he was also doing this for this world...

What had Cesare Kleist done wrong?

He still fights and kills for this world in such a place, and has to face these vicious criminals.

After a deep self-reflection, Manga asked, "How's the situation in prison now? No one should dare to provoke you, right?"

The black-haired warden shook his head slightly and said calmly, "Of course, most prisoners no longer underestimate the importance of being a warden, but the reason why the troublemakers are troublemakers is that they don't obey discipline easily."

Red-haired Aaron, White Loli White, the bird keeper and Vera Junca.

Any slight mistake or omission will give them the opportunity to take advantage of you.

——So, what if we give them hope, and on the eve of their success, let them know that all this is the result of the warden releasing the sea?

Break their pride, crush their hopes, and shatter their ambitions.

Xizel never thought that he was a good person.

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Cell A19.

The blonde woman, whose good figure couldn't be hidden even in her prison uniform, lay on the bed without any shyness, her eyes lowered in thought.

After the warden launched a series of ruthless attacks on Yaron, Vila Junca felt that things were out of his control.

But it's just like the bird breeder said.

As the leader of a criminal group, Eastwood is also one of the top criminals. She will never terminate her plan out of fear.

Whether it is success or failure, you have to try to know, right?

She flipped the cigarette between her fingers, her eyes drooping as if she hadn't slept enough, like a dozing lion.

Just then, the prison guard patrolled to her cell door.

Because she had guessed the secret information about the warden's appointment due to a small action before, the prison guards in charge of this area became more vigilant when they saw her.

This kind of monster with extremely high strength and intelligence is not something they can easily contend with.

They knew very well that they were able to control these prisoners only because they had the support of Eastwood, nothing more.

The prison guard knew that the more he faced this kind of prisoner, the more cautious and careful he had to be, so he didn't miss the cigarette that the blonde woman hadn't had time to light.

This guy's talent...isn't it possible to use it too often?

Although she seemed honest, she just had a craving for cigarettes and was no different from usual.

The guard, thinking about reporting this to the warden, stepped forward to a safe distance and said in a cold voice, "Throw out the contraband, 2198."

The blonde glanced up at him.

The eye, gray due to injury, reflected the figure of the prison guard, rational and cold, as if calculating something, while the other more eye-catching eye remained the same.

She threw the cigarette butt away skillfully.

And when the prison guard bent down to take it away, he calmly closed his eyes.

——The prison guards have the scent of roses on their bodies, which would be invisible to anyone with a slightly duller sense of smell.

Vera Junca liked the taste.

This showed that her plan was going smoothly.

During this period, the "cigarettes" she handed over to the prison guards were the most indispensable props in the plan.