Chapter 13 Chapter 41 Baileweina Part 3

Derrivian considered himself a veteran of three dynasties and old enough that he might have done more work this month than in the past three years.

He was also lucky. Every time he bet on a prince, he succeeded in taking the throne, so he was treated favorably over the years - but being treated favorably did not mean that he could do nothing.

Ultimately, the reason why Drivian is where he is today is because his special abilities are so valuable.

Arriving at this dim underground prison, Drivian winked at the guard beside him. The guard understood, nodded respectfully, and then slammed the iron door of the prison.

Although the iron bars of the prison seem to be shaky, they have been specially "blessed" and can suppress most psychics, preventing them from using their powers.

"Number 9! Wake up!"

There was no light in the cell, except for the light bulb in the corridor that was tangled with spider webs and had been there for who knows how many years.

From the outside, one could only vaguely see something curled up in the corner, but it was impossible to tell what it was.

The black ball didn't move at all. The guard looked at Drivian sheepishly, then picked up the bucket full of water from the side and poured the water into the "thing" inside.

"Get up!"

Being soaked in water in such a dark, damp and cold place is extremely uncomfortable and torturous.

The guy in black finally moved, and the blanket covering him gradually slipped off, revealing a beautiful face that could not be ignored even in the dark.

The dim light seemed to become a mysterious background for his temperament. The wet hair ends stayed close to his cheeks, and his trembling eyelashes easily aroused the sympathy of others.

Who wouldn't say what a pity it is that he looks so much like the criminal who killed Prince Guts?

"Why don't you come and pay your respects to Master Drivian and Master Atash!"

"No need, you go down." Atash didn't want to waste time.

"yes."

Artash came with Drivian, and this was actually his first time in the prison beneath the Imperial City.

He had also seen the corpse, and in order to confirm the identity of the criminal, when he saw Ni Lan now, he couldn't help but sigh, isn't this really the same person?

"Mr. Drivian has seen his memories, hasn't he?"

"Yes, he does not have the memory of killing His Royal Highness Prince Gus."

The memory they wanted was not in the turbulent water he stirred.

It's not that Derry Vian deliberately protected Ni Lan, he was just an unlucky kid who came out of nowhere. If His Majesty needs him, he can be used as conclusive evidence of the murderer in the assassination of Prince Gus.

It is only because the Prime Minister, who was Your Majesty's childhood playmate, was willing to go to such lengths that Ni Lan is able to live to this day.

"Is there any news about his parents, siblings or family?"

"I have not yet investigated it carefully. If Lord Atash does not mind, I can go and take a look."

Drivian's ability is not enough to read another person's lifetime memories at once. Even if he could, he couldn't do so because memories are complex and numerous, and he doesn't want to get lost in other people's emotions.

To put it simply and carefully, reading memory is actually a question and answer session where you can't lie.

The questions he asks will undoubtedly trigger the other person's thoughts, whether the other person wants them to or not.

The prison door opened, but the people inside still showed no reaction.

He also didn't know that this was his 'last chance'.

After all, Drivian is old and has no ambitions anymore. It is normal for him to feel sympathy when facing a very weak person who cannot threaten him.

He touched the boy's shoulder and asked his own question.

"Ni Lan, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

A vague image emerged in the boy's mind, proving that he did have, or had, a brother.

"Where are your parents?"

There were two more figures. The lady in the group was wiping her neck with a crazy smile, while the man in the group was so disfigured that even his face could not be seen.

Drivian looked back at Atash. "He does have a brother, but his parents are dead."

"......" Atash was actually very satisfied with the result, which also meant that the plan he wanted to carry out would proceed smoothly, "See if he has any special abilities, and what their specific abilities are."

The boy was reported by someone close to him after a nationwide wanted warrant was issued. The royal guards then went to arrest him in a strict line of defense, but the boy did not resist.

Drivian nodded, and then got the answer he wanted.

"He seems to be able to restore broken objects back to their original state."

In the boy's mind, he saw some broken objects restored to their original appearance when he touched them. It was an ability that had no prospect of combat, but was very practical.

If it weren't for his appearance, he could have opened a professional repair shop and lived a stable life.

Atash smiled with relief. He knew that the boy must have suffered a lot during the time he was incarcerated.

He didn't even know what he had done to deserve being treated like this.

With his weak supernatural powers and the torture he suffered, I'm afraid his consciousness has become a little hazy.

If anyone is to be blamed, just blame his brother. As long as he can ensure that Prince Guts's resurrection is smooth in ten years, he will still be useful.

As a living person, you can send messages to the space of death. The only pity is that the dead cannot send any messages out of the space. It is a one-way connection.

"Soldier, change his clothes. I'll take him away in a moment."

"ah?"

"It is His Majesty's will."

Atash repeated it somewhat dissatisfiedly, and the slow-witted soldiers immediately took action, went in and helped the curled-up boy up.

Only then did he realize that the black robe was soaked with water and his own blood.

Atash smelled the bloody smell coming from the room. He never liked that smell. "I'll send it to the door after it's changed. My servant will be waiting there."

He just needed to come in person to confirm the important information. He didn't really want to adopt a child.

I just hope that his training will not "disappoint Your Majesty's expectations."

The soldiers acted quickly; they were the ones who understood the fickleness of human nature the best.

Although I don’t know why the prime minister did this, I’m afraid Ni Lan will never return to this place again.

But Ni Lan herself did not react from beginning to end. She just smiled gently where the soldiers could not see.

Atash Bleniya is the most valued minister by His Majesty today. As the prime minister, second only to the emperor, countless people are watching him.

Staring at his needs, staring at his desires, hoping to use them to rise to the top.

He adopted a child, but Atash himself claimed that it was out of "noble responsibility".

The current society is undoubtedly "peaceful and stable". The number of orphans is decreasing, but there are still a lot of them if you count them.

"Your Majesty loves these children. As your Majesty's minister, I naturally have to take on this responsibility."

For a time, the nobles in the imperial capital began to adopt orphans. After all, it didn't cost much to raise a child, and they didn't need to teach the child themselves. They could also please His Majesty and Prime Minister Atash, gain a good reputation, and gain both fame and fortune. Why not do it?

But almost no one knew the name of the child adopted by Atash, only that there was one child.

The servants began to reform the boy under the instruction of Atash. He still cared about his reputation. Even if he didn't admit it in his heart, he couldn't let him lose face when he went out.

The injuries he suffered in prison healed quickly.

If we ignore the doctor's lament that these are fatal injuries, it is normal for children to have a strong will to survive.

"Master Ni Lan, you must learn the etiquette of the nobles, as well as knowledge related to superpowers. Lord Atash hopes that you can enroll in Lanster Superpower Academy as soon as possible."

I am anxious to enroll because the restricted match is about to begin.

The young man's identity might be unclear, but that was Lord Atash's order, and the butler could not disobey the master's order even if he looked down on him.

So he must do his best to prevent the boy from bringing shame to Lord Atash.

"I understand, Mr. Butler."

The butler was very satisfied to hear the boy's obedient answer. Apart from those prejudices, the boy really looked like a noble boy.

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Restricted battle, also known as the crown of a hundred battles.

Lanster Academy of Supernatural Powers' annual carnival is a grand event that attracts the attention of the entire nation.

As early as a month ago, reports on restricted matches have never stopped.

"Today, the TV station has invited Miss Anat, the champion of the restricted competition two years ago. Miss Anat entered Lanster School of Supernatural Powers with excellent grades six years ago and graduated successfully two years ago. She now works at Saint Snow Supernatural Power Management Institute. Let us welcome Miss Anat!"

The camera turned to the elegant, harmonious and beautiful Ms. Anat, who was sitting not far from the reporter.

Every year, the Hundred Battles Crown has attracted the attention of thousands of people, but now only very few people can recognize Anat.

As for the reason...

"Hey, Qianche, isn't this your crazy student? He's so elegant that I almost didn't recognize him!" Teacher Cole laughed out loud.

"Don't mention it..."

Qianche's hand was trembling slightly as he lit the cigarette. It was obvious that this student had left a deep impression on him - not a good one.

"Eh? This is Miss Anat? It turns out that Miss Anat is your student!" Pomo looked at his teacher in surprise, but he didn't recognize her.

Puis searched for information about Anat in his mind, and he understood why Teacher Qianche was so "ashamed to speak out".

Anat's ability and fighting style are very special. Her ability is to control the blood she touches, so in order to maximize the burst of her ability, the battle often becomes a matter of bleeding herself first and then the enemy.

Qian Che wanted her to be more restrained, to fight normally but not to be so bloody and violent in front of the whole nation.

But Anat was not convinced.

Anat, whose face was covered in blood and could not be seen clearly, stood in the center of the battlefield. In front of the fallen enemy, she looked in the direction of the camera and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha old thing! Who said I can't win! Come down and give me the prize!!!"