Chapter 4
"Time: 23:03:11, September 23, 1797, Federal Calendar, Location: Ordinary Cell, Level 3 Prison, White Elephant District, File Load Successfully."
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.
"Why not 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 again.
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.
"Breaking in directly won't work," Xizel interrupted him and said without blinking, "When I was escorted here, I overheard 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 these words, Xia Zuo should have followed his words and gaze and checked his chest first, but the brown-haired boy didn't move at all, just looked at him blankly.
"Xia Zuo?" Xizel narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xia Zuo's eyes flickered, and he finally came to his senses. He scratched his head, not knowing how to explain his distraction, so he simply said, "No need to look. I believe in Xizel! So our mission now is to find the gifted person, 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 felt like I was 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 slowly in another direction.
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 movements.
"Wait a minute, Cesar—"
Xia Zuo hurriedly caught up with him and said nervously, "Let's go together. This way, if you encounter danger, I can protect you immediately."
He always had a premonition that the other person 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 got angry and nervous.
Hearing his words, the black-haired boy turned around, revealed a very faint smile, and put his slender index finger to his lips, making a gesture of silence.
So Xia Zuo also obediently kept quiet and didn't even ask 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 past the prison guards in the corridor that was like a maze.
It was really a "passing by" moment.
They hadn't known how many times they had missed the guards' quickening patrols. Even a second more or less would have meant they were 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 talent holder → kill the talent holder, break the curse → rush away directly.
However, with César leading the way, the thrilling process directly turned into:
walk.
He looked left and right, sideways and vertically, but could not see any difference between Cesar's behavior and his daily walk.
So when Xizel took him to the destination, 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 that 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 a little: "...Xizel, when you spoke to me, your eyes didn't seem to be looking at me..."
"Yeah?"
The black-haired boy's smile remained unchanged as he turned his gaze towards him naturally. "Sorry, I just saw a beautiful head there. I thought it was a bit 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, a 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 the trouble."
Hearing this, Xia Zuo endured the tingling chill on his scalp and hurriedly comforted him with a positive and optimistic tone, not realizing that his underwear was about to be stripped out: "It's okay, the conditions here are already very poor, it's normal for ordinary people to be unable to bear it. Wait a moment, I'll take you out right away!"
He didn't ask Xizel how he knew the enemy's location. He kicked the door open and rushed in without hesitation. Sure enough, 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 extremely 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 in the back of the head before he could fire.
The sound of broken bones 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 he saw the dead man. 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, completely different from his usual experiences. With Xizel here, it was as if there were strategies in reality to refer to.
But why did César close the door? Couldn't he just leave?
"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 extra 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 drags someone down with it even if it means death.
——Honestly speaking, isn't this talent's effect excessive?!
As if he could hear his inner voice, Xizel squatted down calmly 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 tell if those eyes could reflect his own appearance.
"Don't worry."
The other party said calmly, almost indifferently: "You won't die, Xia Zuo."
——Even though he used the most indifferent tone, it was as reassuring as if he was stating an established fact.
Xia Zuo couldn't muster any negative emotions towards him at all. Even the severe pain seemed to ease a little strangely. But the next second, he heard the black-haired boy say softly, "After all, you can see ghosts after you die. If you die..."
Xia Zuo imagined the scene. Kaili: "..."
The brown-haired boy shuddered, his will to survive skyrocketing instantly, and he frantically urged his talent to upgrade to the limit, and directly forced out a new branch of his talent [Purification], breaking the curse on himself, and relying on the treatment to become lively again.
"Congratulations." The black-haired boy noticed his change immediately, clasped his hands together, and said with a smile, "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, right?
Then why did he feel that César knew much more than he did?
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