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Chapter 411: Aunt Sybillian's Close Friend
Chapter 411: Aunt Sybillian's Close Friend
Having successfully reached the exit teleportation hall on the fourth basement level of the prison, the group noticed that their bracelets glowed with a deep crimson light once more, indicating new changes in information, functions, and access privileges for this level.
As they gazed at their bracelets, the selectable redemption content for duty points gradually appeared on the screens.
Among them was the option to interact with a 【Contract Prisoner】.
Scrolling to the end of the list, they finally found the name Antanas, accompanied by various warning remarks.
Just attempting to initiate negotiations with the guardian, Antanas, required a payment of 4,000 duty points, and there was no guarantee of the jailer's survival upon entering the cell.
The related information was presented clearly, with the deep crimson text pulsating, including a simplified map of the fourth basement level of the prison and directions to the target prisoner's location.
"Yes, this is the Great Demon guardian, Antanas, that we're looking for," Lanchi confirmed, ensuring that it wasn't a case of a criminal with the same name. He turned to Sybillian and spoke.
Now, they could also see which cell Antanas was being held in on the fourth basement level of the prison.
The coordinates of her cell were closer to the exit hall than the entrance hall, and with Lanchi leading the way, they would arrive soon.
"Mhm, she won't lay a hand on me," Sybillian said seriously.
She knew that the Great Poet of Love was immortal, and Lanchi would prefer to control him and negotiate with the Great Demon rather than let Sybillian take the risk.
But Sybillian was certain that Antanas, the guardian, was someone she needed to persuade herself. She couldn't rely on Lanchi for everything, or she would become a useless person who only waited for him to feed her.
The terrifying ambition that Lanchi himself was not even aware of, coupled with a nurturing, wifely maternal instinct, and his bizarre, limitless talent, blended together like a fine wine that was, in reality, a deadly poison! Sybillian understood this better than anyone.
After confirming the negotiation plan, the group once again set off, led by the Great Poet of Love, temporarily leaving the exit teleportation hall and heading towards the special cell on the fourth basement level of the prison.
The route to the unexplored areas of the prison was more winding and intricate.
The cells were all locked tightly with thick metal doors, and the walls on both sides were made of cold, hard anti-magic steel, adorned with thick curse seals on the outside that pulsated with a breathing-like rhythm, regularly glowing and fading.
Occasionally, the distant clinking of chains and low muttering echoed through the quiet corridors, adding an air of mystery and oppressive solemnity.
The Great Poet of Love followed the map on his bracelet, navigating through corridor after corridor and passing through heavy iron gates.
The surroundings kept the three clerics on high alert, and they proceeded with utmost caution.
As the muscle of the group, they needed to ensure the absolute safety of the two in front.
Sometimes, there would be prisoners who broke out of their cells in the inner layers of Helrom Prison, and it would be up to them to control the situation with the help of the prison's barriers until the chief warden could subdue the fugitive.
After a few minutes, the team successfully located a cell.
At first glance, there seemed to be nothing distinguishing it from the other cell doors.
To prevent prisoners with malicious intentions from causing trouble and releasing even more dangerous criminals, the inner layers of the prison maintained a uniform design for all cell doors.
However, as the jailer paid 4,000 duty points at the entrance, the cell door slowly creaked open, revealing an exceptionally sturdy and austere cell designed specifically to hold the most dangerous of criminals.
The edges of the door were fitted with intricate sealing mechanisms, ensuring a perfect seal when closed, resulting in exceptional soundproofing that prevented any noise from escaping the thick doors.
The interior of the door seemed to be made from a magical, otherworldly material, possessing unique resistance to various forms of attacks. It also had the ability to trigger alarms of varying levels in response to any assault.
Even when the cell door was open, a semi-transparent light curtain remained in its place.
This served as both a soundproof barrier and a selective barrier, allowing only the jailer who opened the cell to enter, while blocking the inmate from exiting.
The Great Poet of Love and Sybillian shared a glance before she stepped into the cell, leaving the three clerics outside to keep watch.
In that moment, they could vaguely make out the interior of the pristine white cell—a heavenly yet confined space, crisscrossed with beams of light, where every speck of dust floating in the air was visible, and a vague figure could be seen in the depths.
The figure seemed to be sitting at the innermost part of the cell, unrestrained.
She sat there quietly.
As if waiting for something, or perhaps simply biding her time.
Sybillian walked through the beams of light, slowly approaching the figure.
It was a short-haired beauty, wearing a special prison uniform. One side of her hair was tucked neatly behind her ear, while the other side fell naturally to her chin, framing her gentle features and spirited eyes. One couldn't help but wonder if she would look even more captivating with long hair.
Her distinct demonic features bluntly showcased her dangerous nature, and typically, such a powerful demon, whose magical aura was imperceptible, would be akin to a reaper.
However, neither the Great Poet of Love nor Sybillian showed any signs of retreating as they continued to approach her.
Guardian Antanas remained unresponsive and silent to the two jailers' presence.
It was only when Sybillian stopped at a distance from Antanas that the guardian finally looked up.
Sybillian had multiple protective spells on her, and even an Eighth-Rank Great Demon would need to exert some effort to harm her.
But seeing that Antanas didn't seem to have any hostile intentions, Sybillian decided to follow the Ice Witch's advice and perform the demonic greeting ritual to show respect to this elder.
"Miss Antanas..." Sybillian began sincerely, but before she could finish...
"I do not wish to be stained by your blood again. Leave," Antanas interrupted, her voice cold.
For a moment, Sybillian felt a soul-chilling threat from Antanas, as if the guardian was warning her not to utter any negotiation requests that would force her to kill.
Despite Antanas' apparent lack of murderous intent, for a demon, taking a life was as simple as a daily chore, requiring little thought.
"I am Talia's niece, and I need your help," Sybillian stated concisely, simultaneously dispelling her disguise magic to reveal her true form as a half-demon to Antanas.
In that instant, Antanas' gaze fixed on the half-demon girl with silver hair and amber eyes, and she paused, seemingly taken aback.
Perhaps she was trying to understand what kind of disguise magic Sybillian had used to deceive the security checks of the Protoss Empire and reach the fourth basement level of the prison.
Soon, Antanas' eyes softened noticeably.
(End of Chapter)
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