Noticing the murderous aura emanating from the black-haired warden, he 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 very obvious. But I don't care."

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, the operation of the prison requires a lot of energy, and it would be a waste if he didn't fleece these prisoners.

"The work will begin 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's body froze for a moment. Would she go back and ask Caesar? Would that make her seem unreliable? But she could get close to Caesar again - the air around Caesar was close.

"Miss Ursula."

Just when she was a little confused, a strange male voice that 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 learned about the arrangements made by the warden. You can call me Miss Ursula."

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

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

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

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

Even a person with a talent of his level felt a subtle sense of oppression when he saw the other person, 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 Cesar Crest, the head of the Crest family, gave Ben a stronger feeling than Ursula.

He even vaguely suspected that the powers of the two 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 service, his mood has become so dull that even Ben feels a little scared.

Looking away, Ban was not going to say anything else, but 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, it's not allowed to address the warden by his first name. You can call him Master Crest or Lord Crest."

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

So she had to shout a few more times.

class:"……"

This weird feeling of rebellion.

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

She continued to ask.

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

Ursula: "I'm not polite."

class:"……"

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

However, Ben had lived for so many years and still had the necessary self-restraint, so he did not bother with someone who looked like a child. In his opinion, unlike White, Ursula was really childish. While she was cold and cruel, she also had a kind and simple nature that seemed out of place.

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

Moreover, according to his investigation, the girl and the brown-haired boy seemed to have some connection with the warden. 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 made by the head of the family.

The library of Eastwood is actually the library of Kleist. Prisoners are generally not allowed to read, and of course they have 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 property and only he can read them.

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

He tacitly agreed that the books were open to Ursula as well.

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

It was the first time that 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 there didn't seem to be any emotion on her face.

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

Ban said in a businesslike manner: "And the Tower of Babel has the heaviest repression on prisoners. The walls are also built with Siyoheim ore. You may feel a 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 implicated by Yaron again, the manga'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, right? This is called reasonable distribution."

Comic Will: "...You obviously have a photographic memory, so don't tell me you forgot 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, as well as the foreshadowing caused by your mistake?"

The comic will was silent. It was indeed its fault that César's body had no heartbeat or breathing, but it was up to the contract partner to make up for it...

Damn, I feel a bit guilty.

"So, what else is there besides amnesia?"

Feeling guilty enough, it did not raise any questions and just asked honestly.

Hearing this, the black-haired young man lowered his eyes. 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 the heart of Manga Will.

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

"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 about life, it suddenly remembered the words that the agent had inadvertently whispered 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.