In the name of the true god

If Jude had reunited with his brother Connor immediately after transmigrating, he might not have cared so much about money if he wasn't short of cash.

But coincidentally, he worked as a dockworker for a week.

Every day, I work myself to the bone and barely earn a few dozen copper coins, which is barely enough to pay rent and fill my stomach.

eat meat?

Wearing new clothes?

Living in a warm room?

These are things I wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Therefore, even after finding his brother Connor, and with his sister-in-law Steele giving him 10,000 gold coins as a gift, Jude only indulged in a meal for three at a restaurant. He kept the rest of the money clutched tightly in his hands, holding onto it every moment of his life, from eating and drinking to sleeping...

In short, he firmly believed that money was extremely important.

Using this as an anchor point for the safe application of the law of similarity, and reminding oneself that one is still a human being when "going astray," is absolutely perfect!

But what exactly should be the target of imitation?

Since inanimate objects do not cater to psychological needs, are they more likely to be imitated or resonate with?

Ok……

I should really consult Vincent Munro more...

With several hours to go before his next trip to the heretics' quarters to empty the trash cans, Jude mentally sorted out the problems that were troubling him the most.

7 PM.

This is the last chance to enter the heretical prison area before the shift ends.

"Does the sewage bucket need emptying?" Jude, as usual, proactively went to the north cells, asking each one with increasing familiarity. Then, he squatted down in front of Vincent Monroe's cell, pulled back the partition, and asked, "Two questions. First, what's the difference between imitating living and inanimate objects? Second, as a seasoned entanglement wizard, what do you recommend imitating first for practice?"

Vincent Monroe nodded in agreement, then immediately asked, "I also have a question. Will you help everyone escape from prison?"

Jude paused for a moment, then silently and slowly closed the partition.

Then—

He emptied the sewage buckets with his colleagues, changed into casual clothes in the temporary break room, and rode back to the Hearthstone Street apartment with his brother Connor... All the way, he felt his cheeks were slightly hot, even burning.

This is certainly not caused by illness or fever.

Jude knew very well that he was ashamed.

Although they are both associated wizards and resonance sorcerers.

Although I sympathize with their situation.

Although I received help.

However, from the first day he entered the Royal Capital Heavy Prison, and from the moment he saw how tight the defenses were in each area, he accepted the long-held consensus among the prison guards—no prisoner could escape from this prison, and thus he never entertained the idea of ​​rescuing the implicated wizards or resonance sorcerers.

Now Vincent Monroe has brought to the forefront a huge problem that no one wants to face.

What should I do?

Agreeing isn't as simple as just saying it...

If I've already been refused, how can I possibly ask you any more questions...?

Jude turned off the living room lights and sat silently on the sofa, deep in thought.

Gradually, he realized in the darkness that, setting aside these superficial choices, the real key was whether he really wanted to save them.

miss you.

Putting aside the feasibility for the moment, Jude felt he still wanted to save them.

Put yourself in their shoes; if you were imprisoned, you would certainly hope that someone could rescue you.

Moreover, as it stands, most of the "heretics" haven't actually done anything heinous. They've simply become the opposite of the whole world because they've awakened or been given the Law of Contact or the Law of Similarity.

They seem to have no psychological burden in giving them their freedom again.

Instead, you should be honest with Vincent Monroe and tell him that you want to save them, but you don't have the ability to do so.

If Vincent Monroe has a reliable way to overturn his impression of the impregnable heavy prison in the capital, he might as well give it a try.

If Vincent Monroe also lacks ideas, being honest with himself is better than deceiving, exploiting, and cruelly fabricating hope for others.

Ah!

Do your best!

Don't add burdens to yourself that you can't possibly do!

After figuring out what to do, Jude felt relieved, took a bath, and then read the newspaper, quietly waiting for his fourth meeting with Edmund.

October 15, 448 (Monday), 2:28 AM.

Jude, who was already lying in bed and wearing the Möbius strip ring, entered the mysterious space.

The sky remained white, while black mist floated on the ground.

They were still in the same position, and Edmund could be seen simply by turning around.

"I succeeded." Edmund, whose right hand was wrapped in bandages, couldn't wait to share the good news with Jude. "A total of twenty-two involved wizards and resonance sorcerers have been secretly brought out of the prison."

"How did you manage to do that?" Jude suppressed his many questions and asked Edmund about the specific process of rescuing his fellow human beings.

Edmund smiled and recounted what had happened: "I originally intended to wait until this meeting, hoping you could provide some relevant clues, before making my move. However, the Holy Church of the Earth plans to transfer this group of implicated wizards and resonance sorcerers from the ordinary prison in South Heat City to the church temple in Giant Tree City in mid-July..."

With Edmund's current strength as a second-tier wizard, even rescuing his own kind from an ordinary prison would be like a moth flying into a flame.

Once these involved wizards and resonance sorcerers are escorted to the church's temple, their chances of defeating hundreds of priests are virtually nil.

Therefore, he could only take a more radical and daring approach. Using his identity as an intern reporter, he interviewed and visited the prison, secretly memorized the layout of the prison, and quietly made a copy of a set of keys that only priests possessed, which could open the iron doors of the cells.

Then one night, he sneaked into the prison with a batch of gunpowder he had purchased from the black market.

"Don't you already have the key? Why bring gunpowder in? If this thing explodes, it will definitely alert the priests and prison guards." Jude was puzzled by Edmund's preparations.

"You're right. I brought gunpowder in to attract the attention of the priests and guards." Edmund acknowledged Jude's concerns. "At the time, there were eight priests from the Church of the Earth on duty in the prison..."

Edmund explained it in great detail.

In short, during the shift change, these priests would have a gap in their schedules. He took advantage of this gap to sneak into the cells where the implicated wizards and resonance sorcerers were being held, released them all, and temporarily placed them in the sewers. Then, he used gunpowder to blow up a wall on the other side, creating the illusion that the "heretics" had escaped.

While the priests concentrated their efforts on hunting down a non-existent target outside the prison, he led twenty-two of his comrades away in the opposite direction as the prison's defenses weakened, escaping from South Hot City overnight.

The whole process was crazy and dangerous.

It can be said that half of the reason for the successful prison break was the fatal flaw in the prison's management system, and the other half was that no one expected Edmund to be so audacious, and they were unconsciously led by the nose by him.

Jude suddenly realized that in the next eight years, Edmund had broken into countless prisons, more than he could count on two hands.

The reason why the current Florence Royal Capital Heavy Prison is so strict, impregnable, and without any loopholes could be because it has fully learned from the painful lessons of past prisons...

Jude, who was about to reveal that Vincent Monroe had asked him for help, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

What a skilled prison breaker...

What a pioneer of prison reform...

This is what they call "walking your own path and leaving others with nowhere to walk"...