"Time: 23:03:11 on September 23, 1797 in the Federal Calendar; Location: Ordinary cell in the Level 3 Prison in the White Elephant District; Successfully loaded the file."
Xizel walked gracefully, put the book back into his earrings, tilted his head slightly, and felt the illusion appearing before his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, those illusions disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.
They are side effects of reloading the game for the second time in a short period of time, but they are not serious and are within the tolerable range.
"It's better to just force your way in..."
Xia Zuo in front was still saying the lines he was supposed to say.
——It was at this moment, behind Xia Zuo, that Xizel saved the game.
Now he is back to this point in time.
He had never expected to escape at all. Everything he did last time was just to gather intelligence.
By the way...paving the way for the next action.
"I'm afraid it won't work if we just force our way in." Xizel interrupted him and said without blinking, "When I was escorted here, I heard a conversation between several prison guards."
The black-haired boy pursed his lips. In the darkness, his blue eyes drooped slightly, as if he was concentrating on recalling something: "In this prison, there is a person with a talent that can cast a curse on prisoners."
"And as soon as we leave the prison, the curse will strike."
He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zuo's chest: "Perhaps, you can see if there is anything extra on your body."
——For example, an unactivated curse mark.
After hearing this, Xia Zuo should have followed his words and gaze and checked his chest first, but the brown-haired boy didn't move at all. He just looked at him blankly.
"Xia Zuo?" Xizel narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xia Zuo's pupils trembled, and then he came to his senses. He scratched his head, but he really didn't know how to explain his distraction just now, so he simply said: "No need to look, I believe in Xizel! So our task now is to find the gift holder, right?"
His logic was simple and clear: "Unless it reaches A level or above, the effect of the talent will basically disappear once the talent holder dies. As long as we kill him, we can leave."
“…”
The black-haired boy looked at him steadily, as if he didn't notice anything, but Xia Zuo still couldn't help feeling a little creepy.
…It feels like I’ve been completely seen through.
But he didn't know what was going on. The moment he turned around and saw Xizel, an indescribable sadness suddenly surged in his heart.
However, before he could digest this inexplicable emotion, he saw the black-haired boy turn around and walk in another direction slowly.
Xizel's footsteps were very light, and when he deliberately restrained his strength, even he could hardly notice the sound made by the other party's actions.
"Wait a minute, Cesar—"
Xia Zuo hurriedly followed him and said nervously, "Let's go together. This way, if you encounter danger, I can protect you in the first place."
He always had a premonition that the other party would die in front of him soon. He didn't want to see such an ending happen to Xizel at all.
So, when he saw César suddenly take action, he instantly became furious and nervous.
Hearing his words, the black-haired boy turned around, revealed a very faint smile, put his slender index finger to his lips, and made a gesture of silence.
So Xia Zuo obediently kept quiet and didn't even ask them where they were going.
He subconsciously wanted to trust Xizel, vaguely feeling that the other party would not hurt him.
Xizel's gaze lightly passed over Xia Zuo, and then quickly retracted. He even put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly and steadily past the prison guards in the corridor that was like a maze.
It was really a "passing by" moment.
There were countless times when they happened to miss the guards who were patrolling in a hurry. If they were a second more or less, they would be discovered.
The brown-haired boy was full of fighting spirit at the beginning, then he wondered if this was a bit outrageous, and finally he looked numb: "..."
Xia Zuo originally thought that the process of leaving the prison would be like this: rush past a group of ordinary prison guards → find the prison's gift holder → kill the gift holder, break the curse → just rush away.
However, with César leading the way, the thrilling process turned directly into:
walk.
He looked left and right, sideways and vertically, but could not see any difference between César's behavior and his daily walk.
So when Xizel took him to the destination in one step, bypassing the heavy defenses and obstacles and directly finding the room where the talent holder was, his brain was still in a state of delayed reaction.
…How on earth was this done?
Was the person he met in the cell really a human? No, could it be a ghost?!
The brown-haired boy gasped.
Xizel stood in front of the office door, glanced at the door in front of him, took a step back very naturally, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Open the door, Xia Zuo. The opponent has a curse talent, we must seize the initiative."
However, Xia Zuo swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling: "...Xizel, when you spoke to me, your eyes didn't seem to be looking at me..."
"Yeah?"
The black-haired boy's smile didn't change, and he turned his gaze to him naturally: "Sorry, I just saw a beautiful head there, and I thought it was a little strange, so I took a few more glances."
Xia Zuo breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, it turns out to be a beautiful head... Wait, head?!!"
The brown-haired boy instantly moved away from that position, almost jumping up, with fear written all over his face.
The culprit, César, blinked innocently, then lowered his eyes and said softly, "Maybe I'm hallucinating. I'm not feeling well, sorry for making fun of me."
Hearing this, Xia Zuo endured the tingling chill on his scalp and hurriedly comforted him optimistically, not realizing that his underwear was about to be exposed: "It's okay, the conditions here are already very bad, it's normal for ordinary people to be unable to bear it. Wait a minute, I'll take you out right away!"
He did not ask Xizel how he knew the enemy's location. He kicked the door open and rushed in without hesitation. As expected, he saw a guy inside who was wrapped in the unique aura of a curse.
When the man saw him, his face changed instantly. He reacted very quickly and pulled out the gun from his waist, wanting to pull the trigger at Xia Zuo.
——He wanted to kill himself.
The brown-haired boy's golden eyes sharpened, and he sped up like a cheetah, kicking the other party on the back of the head before he could shoot.
The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard.
The man fell to the ground without any chance to resist.
Xia Zuo was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that the enemy he took seriously would be so fragile.
The black-haired boy who had been watching the battle outside the door saw that he had solved the problem without showing any surprise on his face. His eyes were also light when they touched the dead body. He even closed the door after entering the room.
Xizel's hand was still on the door handle. After seeing Xia Zuo's expression, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You seem surprised."
Xia Zuo scratched his head and muttered softly: "I didn't expect that a trump card of a third-level prison would be killed so easily..."
There was no real sense of victory at all, which was completely different from his usual experience. With Xizel here, it was as if there was a strategy in reality that he could refer to.
But why did Xizel close the door? Didn't he just need to leave next?
"Maybe things are not that simple." The black-haired boy still did not approach him, but kindly reminded him:
"When dealing with a person with a talent for cursing, you always have to be more careful, Xia Zuo."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Zuo suddenly felt a strong breath of curse coming from his body, accompanied by a sharp pain in the back of his neck.
Xia Zuo subconsciously used a treatment on himself, but it didn't work at all. The damage to the back of his neck was continuous. Unless he could use the treatment continuously, he would be exhausted to death here sooner or later.
He realized what was happening almost instantly.
He was infected with the talent of the man he killed—a cursed talent that would drag someone down with him even if he died.
——To be honest, isn't this talent too effective? !
As if he could hear his inner voice, Cesar calmly squatted down and kindly corrected him: "No, don't think so, it's just that you are too weak."
Xia Zuo: “…”
The black-haired boy just squatted in front of him, his misty blue eyes staring at him calmly, no emotion could be seen in them, he couldn't even see whether those eyes could reflect his appearance.
"Don't worry."
The other party said calmly, almost indifferently: "You won't die, Xia Zuo."
——Although he used the most indifferent tone, it was as reassuring as if he was stating an established fact.
Xia Zuo was unable to muster any negative emotions towards him, and even the severe pain seemed to be relieved a little. The next second, he heard the black-haired boy say in a low voice: "After all, you can see ghosts after you die. If you die..."
Xia Zuo imagined the scene. Kaili: “…”
The brown-haired boy shuddered, his desire to live instantly soared, and he frantically urged his talent to upgrade to the limit, directly forcing out a new branch of his talent [Purification], breaking the curse on himself, and relying on single-handed treatment to become lively again.
"Congratulations." The black-haired boy noticed his change immediately, put his hands together and clapped, smiling, "A new branch has been obtained, [Priest] has been upgraded to C level."
"Thank you, thank you..." Xia Zuo said subconsciously, his head still a little confused.
……etc.
An idea suddenly occurred to the brown-haired boy.
He didn't seem to tell Xizel the specific situation of his talent now?
Then why did he feel that Xizel knew much more than he did?
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