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 is a capable 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... somewhat lonely.

The manga will suddenly felt sad and was about to say something to comfort him when he heard the black-haired warden speaking thoughtfully: "No wonder boys' manga like to use knives on the protagonists. It really works."

Comic Will: "..."

You are a heartless person--!!

It finally understood that you should never add any weird filters to this thing. He has already said that he has no conscience!

The black-haired young man, who vaguely sensed the emotional fluctuations of the comic's will, curved his eyes and asked with interest: "What were you thinking about just now? Were you feeling sorry for me?"

The comic froze, and keenly felt that this didn't seem to be a good topic, so he answered with a stiff upper lip: "No, I was just wondering if you would feel... lonely."

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

His voice was very light: "So how do you think I got through the past 17 years?"

The comics will pause.

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

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

Indifferent, empty, arrogant, cold-blooded, was the person it wanted to choose at that time...really someone with this kind of personality?

Why, when Cesar showed these characteristics at the beginning, not only did it not react in the slightest bit as if it was a matter of course?

"Look, your memory is wrong again." The black-haired young man sighed with pity: "You should have a san value, right? You'd better be careful."

He blinked his eyes and said 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 are 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 are right."

Well, it forgives him for not telling his script and for ruthlessly stabbing 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, "What'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 will no longer underestimate the importance of the warden, but the reason why the troublemakers are troublemakers is that they will not easily obey discipline."

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.

——Then, 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 setting them free?

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

Xizel never thought that he was a good person.

…

…

Cell A19.

The blonde woman, whose good figure could not be concealed even in prison uniform, lay on the bed with her back facing upward without any shyness, her eyes lowered as if she was thinking about something.

After the warden launched a series of ruthless attacks on Yaron, Vilajunca 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 had not gotten enough sleep, like a dozing lion.

Just then the prison guard patrolled to her cell door.

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

This 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 did not miss the cigarette that the blonde woman had not yet lit.

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

Although she seemed honest, she was just craving for cigarettes, which was no different from usual.

The guard was thinking about reporting this to the warden as he 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, which was 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.

Vila 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.