“Coming to the prison is like coming home.”

Ash patted the iron fence and sighed, "It's just that the environment is much worse than Broken Lake."

"This is just a detention room, so of course the environment isn't very good." Igula said, "I've seen the documentary, and the Gospel Prison is even more luxurious than the Blood Moon Prison, and there's no Blood Moon Trial yet, so you can look forward to it."

"That's good. As long as there is Lala fat in the prison food, I will be satisfied."

Listening to their rambling conversation, An Nan raised his eyebrows: "You don't seem to be worried about your situation?"

"Alas, I didn't expect that you, Miss, actually have a mother who is a Sanctuary magician. How can we worry about this?" Ash spread his hands.

"That's right," Igula also said, "According to my understanding of 'parents', even if your mother can't sacrifice her life for you, she will at least meet most of your requests. Things like protecting us fall within the scope of a parent's obligations."

"It's hard to say."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Liz. She looked down at the small mirror, her legs swaying back and forth, and said, "Not all parents love their children..."

Then everyone's attention was focused on Ash again, and there was a hint of blame in their eyes.

Ash responded to them with a grin - this was his first time being a father, and Lis hadn't experienced a life-and-death crisis in all these days, so he had already done his best to fulfill his responsibilities, okay!

Ash will never forget the days when his father took care of him when he was a child. Those days were even more exciting than riding a roller coaster... There is also a photo of Ash playing on the parallel bars in the family album. Except that the Ash in the photo is not as tall as a fire hydrant, there is nothing else wrong with it.

"If we classify parents in this world, 99% have feelings for their children and 1% have no feelings for their children, then Qinna is the kind of parent who hopes that her child has no feelings and is just a puppet controlled by her." An Nan said illogically: "If you expect her to protect you for my sake, you might as well expect the pancake to arouse her sexual desire."

Everyone turned their eyes to the young butler. Panji sighed, "Miss, I know you are in a bad mood after seeing Madam Qinna, but you can insult me, but you can't insult your mother."

"I didn't insult her." An Nan said, "Isn't my father similar to you?"

Banji: "Then you can't insult me ​​either."

Ash asked curiously, "Miss, your mother is an elf, and you are a human?"

"Have you forgotten? After the reproductive isolation was broken, children of different races were randomly selected, and the human genes of the Duolan family defeated Sennheiser's elven blood." An Nan said lightly: "Qina wanted to stretch my ears to prove that Sennheiser's genetic material is more superior."

Igulla asked, "You have a bad relationship with your mother?"

"My relationship with her is far from 'good or bad', it still remains at 'yes or no'. I don't want to tell you about my insignificant childhood, nor do I want to feed your sympathy with blood and tears. You just need to know that the old woman has no concept of family. The only thing she cares about is the surname Sennheiser." An Nan sneered, "I would rather ask my aunt to help me than have anything to do with her. In fact, the meeting just now was our first gathering in nearly ten years... You see, Qinna is still very enthusiastic about me."

She pointed to her red and swollen face. Because her magic power was restricted by the magical shackles, she was unable to heal the injuries she had just received from her mother's high boots.

Ash and Igula looked at each other, with the same look in their eyes.

An Nan twitched his nose, "I smell the scent of you slandering me..."

"Has your nose been modified like Harvey's?" Ash complained, "Harvey is sensitive to corpses, and you are intolerant of the inner thoughts?"

Purple Moth sneered, "You're not thinking that Qinna actually cares about me, but she's just a mother who's not good at expressing her feelings, so she has a lot of misunderstandings with me...right?"

Igula and Ash blinked, apparently what the young lady said was right.

"This is a boring fantasy that I wouldn't have comforted myself with when I was six years old." An Nan said calmly, "At that time, I even wondered if I was the reincarnation of some god. Qinna treated me like that to promote my growth and foster my hatred. In the end, she would serve as a sacrifice to guide me to kill my mother myself to free myself from hatred, allowing me to transcend the mortal world and ascend the ladder of gospel... Needless to say, this kind of cool plot really comforted the young me."

"I advise you not to have any expectations of that old woman." The eldest lady closed her eyes and said, "This is the experience of someone who has been there."

No one had room to speak about family matters like this, except Igula, who had an expression of "as expected" - as a "Blood Moonist" who was very disdainful of the family system, he felt that the relationship between Annan and his mother was reasonable.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Harvey, who had been lying on the iron frame, suddenly woke up from coughing. He sat up, covering his head with his hands. The expression on his face was extremely strange, both excited and haggard.

He tore the barbs from his fingernails and said, "Don't you feel anything?"

"What does it feel like?"

The necromancer pointed to his head and said, "There's an overproduction of dopamine... The five receptors in my brain are constantly being stimulated by dopamine. If this continues, the threshold will rise to a dangerous level. I have to be careful about the amount of time I smoke or eat candy, because once the threshold is raised, it can't be lowered."

"Look, I didn't feel anything when I tore off the barbs. It even felt good. The pain completely turned into pleasure." The necromancer showed his hand: "Purple Moth, you don't feel any pain on your face, do you? You just feel a chill on your face... Is this city of yours crazy?"

Even the necromancer thought this city was too outrageous.

However, Ash and the others did not feel anything unusual - if you have to say, it is indeed a bit problematic that they were so relaxed after entering the detention center.

But because of his past experiences, it was difficult for Ash to feel any fear about being arrested. He didn't know whether this was due to his inner confidence or because the mist was too warm.

"Well, I didn't expect that the first to notice the problem were smokers..." An Nan said, "That's right. People like you who habitually use hallucinogenic pheromones to numb yourself are more likely to notice changes in body hormones than ordinary people like us. If it's like boiling a frog in warm water, Mr. Harvey, you've been burned by scalding water before, so you can feel the temperature better."

"But as I introduced before, Fanmu La is such a city. The beauty mist covers every corner of the city, allowing everyone to maintain a cheerful and happy mood all the time. This is the 'essence' of Fanmu La."

Panji explained: "Azura is a new city that has only been developed in the past two hundred years. It has applied all the latest technological achievements of the Gospel Kingdom. It can be said to be the most developed and advanced city in the empire. Although other first-level cities are not as advanced as Azura, they have preserved the cultural heritage left over from the past hundreds or even thousands of years of development."

"Background?" The necromancers all laughed. "You guys don't know what will happen if the threshold keeps rising, do you? Endless pleasure will only lead to a brutal end."

"What will happen?" Liz asked curiously.

"If we say that humans are a machine, happiness is the start button," Harvey said. "Generally, a normal person may only press it four or five times a day. The bits and pieces of happiness in life drive our machine to operate slowly."

"For the people living in this city, their happiness buttons are constantly pressed by this layer of fog. This will certainly greatly improve the operating efficiency of the 'human' machine, but machines will wear out and buttons will rust. The so-called threshold increase means that buttons become difficult to press due to rust."

"When the threshold is raised to a certain level..."

"The button can't be pressed." Igula said, "Then the machine can't be started at all."

"According to my perception, the people living in this city will become completely mentally damaged within a year at most, and will rust into toys that can no longer move." Harvey was also a little confused at this time: "But I feel that those people on the street seem to be able to live and work normally..."

"Your idea is basically correct." An Nan said, "But the so-called magicians are a group of miracle makers that go against common sense."

"Buttons will rust, but wouldn't it be okay if we just lubricate them regularly?"

Ash: "What lubricant?"

"Fight poison with poison." The young lady touched her swollen face, her voice full of disdain: "More intense and crazy pleasure than beauty mist, dopamine, and all hallucinogenic drugs—"

"Love and family."