NOVPUBAfter successfully reaching the teleportation hall on the fourth subterranean level of the prison, the group noticed that their bracelets were once again radiating a deep red light, connoting new changes in the information, function, and access rights at this level.
Gazing at the bracelets, the screen gradually revealed the available exchangeable items at the service points.
That included the "Contracted Prisoner".
In this category, after dragging the list to the end, they found the name of Antanas. Behind his information was filled with warning notes of various types.
Just trying to establish a negotiation with Guardian Antanas required 4000 service points, and once inside the cell, the safety of the guards could not be guaranteed.
The related information was clearly displayed with the fluctuation of the red text light, which also included a concise map of the fourth subterranean level of the prison and guidance to the location of the target prisoner.
"Yes, this is the Great Demon Guardian Antanas we’re looking for."
Lanci, confirming that it was indeed not just a criminal of the same name, said to Hyperion.
Now, they too could see which cell Antanas was in on the fourth floor of the prison.
Her cell was closer to the exit hall than the entrance hall. With Lanci paving the way, they would get there quickly.
"Mmm, she won’t lay a hand on me." 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Hyperion said quite seriously.
Knowing that the Great Love Poet was immortal, Lanci would rather control him to negotiate with the Great Demon Clan than let Hyperion risk it.
But Hyperion was certain that Guardian Antanas was a person she needed to persuade. She couldn’t always rely on Lanci to help her. Over time, she would become a helpless person who could only sit there waiting for Lanci to feed her.
Lanci’s formidable entrepreneurial spirit, which he himself wasn’t aware of, combined with his maternal propensity to care for people like a housewife, and his weirdly boundless capabilities were actually a super poison!
Hyperion was more aware of this than anyone else.
After confirming the negotiation plan for later, the party, led once again by the Great Love Poet, left the teleportation hall for a moment and proceeded to the special cell along the fourth subterranean level of the prison.
The routes in the prison areas they had never reached seemed more winding.
The cells were all sealed with heavy metal doors, and the walls to both sides were made of cold anti-magic steel. The heavy curse marks attached to them were breathing-like light-ups and extinguished rhythmically, continuously in cycle.
Occasionally, the sounds of chains and low whispers could be heard from afar, echoing in the quiet corridor, which added a mysterious and oppressive ambiance.
The Great Love Poet moved forward following the route indicated on the map on his bracelet, passing through corridor after corridor and heavy iron doors one by one.
The surrounding environment kept the three priests highly alert, their steps taken with extra caution.
As the armed individuals of the group, they needed to ensure the absolute safety of the two in front.
Sometimes, there were inmates in Herram Prison who broke out of their cells. Their control required a barrier and the immediate arrival of a jailer to subdue them.
Not long after, the team successfully located a cell.
At first glance, there was no sign that its door was any different from those of the other cells.
To prevent the mischievous prisoners from causing trouble and specifically releasing more dangerous criminals, the prison made sure to maintain uniform cell doors in the inner layers.
But it was only when the guards paid the 4000 service points at the door and the cell door slowly opened that one could see how exceptionally solid and severe this cell, specially used for detaining the most dangerous criminals, was.
The edge of the door was equipped with a complex sealing mechanism to ensure a perfect fit between the door and the frame when closed, rendering excellent soundproofing. Almost no sound could escape through the thick door.
The inner side of the door seemed to be made of a material created by magic that didn’t exist in this world. It had special resistance against various forms of attack and could trigger an alarm the moment it was attacked.
Even when the cell door was open, there was still a translucent light curtain where it had been.
It was both a soundproof magic and allowed only the guard who opened the cell to pass through. Inmates inside were barred by the light curtain.
The Great Love Poet and Hyperion exchanged glances. She has walked into the cell with him, leaving the three priests of Hegemony outside to stand guard.
At that moment, you could finally make out vaguely the interior of the cell with a white coat of paint, like heaven and yet a cell space sealed tightly on all six sides. The light crisscrossed, the dust in the air clearly visible, and a blurred figure could be seen in the depths.
It seemed like she was sitting in the furthest part of the cell, not restrained much at all.
She was just sitting there quietly.
Like she was waiting for something, yet simply waiting for time to pass.
Passed through layers of pillars of light, slowly moving forward.
It was a short-haired beauty in a special prisoner uniform. One side of her hair was tucked behind her ear, while the other side hung naturally to her chin. Her gentle facial features matched her energetic gaze, which called for thoughts of whether she would look better with long hair.
Her obvious Demon Race characteristics most directly demonstrated her danger, and those Demon Race people who were so powerful that their Magic Fluctuations were not perceptible were like the Death Gods.
Yet when Hyperion and the Great Love Poet saw her clearly, neither of them had any intention of escaping and still walked over to her.
Guardian Antanas had no reaction to the two prison guards who had come to her cell, neither did she say anything.
It was not until Hyperion stopped not far from Antanas.
She had multiple life-saving magic on her. Even if the Eighth-order great demon race wanted to take action, it would take some effort.
But seeing that Guardian Antanas didn’t seem to be as aggressive as predicted, Hyperion chose to follow the Demon Race etiquette as told by the Bingxue Witch and pay respect to her first.
"Miss Antanas…"
"I don’t want any more of your blood on me, you should leave."
Hyperion’s sincere speech was interrupted by the Great Demon Antanast before she could finish.
She finally glanced at Hyperion, giving Hyperion a sense of threat to the soul. It was as if she was telling Hyperion not to say those negotiation requests that would force her to kill Hyperion.
Although Antanas didn’t look murderous, for the Demon Race, killing others was just a trivial matter, they didn’t need to think much about it at all.
"I’m the niece of Talia, I hope you can help me."
Hyperion stated succinctly while simultaneously unraveling her disguise magic, revealing her half-demon appearances to Antanas.
Suddenly, Antanas stared at the half-demon girl with silver hair and amber eyes, seeming a bit stunned.
She seemed to be not understanding how Hyperion could deceive a series of safety checks of the Protoss Empire with whatever disguise magic she used and even reached the fourth subterranean level of the prison.
Soon after, Antanas’s gaze softened considerably.
