In the name of the true god

"Me?" Allen said, recalling the past. "That was about two years ago. I remember I was stuck at a bottleneck for several months, trying every possible method but failing to break through. In the end... hehe, it might sound a bit funny, but I got promoted unexpectedly after having a nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

"It seems like I dreamt about something very dangerous. In the dream, I instinctively wanted to use the law of similarity to escape, and then... well, it's hard to say, I'm confused too." Allen shrugged, unable to give a definite answer.

Fortunately, Jude was smart enough to glean some information from Allen's few words.

Encountering danger.

Instinctive reaction.

Could the catalyst be an external stimulus that subtly unleashes one's potential?

What kind of stimulation counts as stimulation?

It has to be very dangerous?

Even if it's not very dangerous, the conditions are probably quite harsh.

Out of control, an opportunity, the church's pursuit... no wonder high-level entanglement wizards and resonance so rare.

Jude realized more deeply the 'value' of Edmund as a seventh-order entanglement wizard.

"Don't rush things. First, solidify your foundation," Allen said. "As Chairman Frost said, opportunities are rare and hard to come by. Once all the conditions are met, just wait patiently for that moment to arrive."

"Understood..." Jude verbally agreed, but deep down he didn't want to be in such a passive position.

He hoped to become a fourth-tier Entanglement Wizard and Resonance Sorcerer as soon as possible.

Firstly, this can truly achieve self-preservation.

Secondly, the increased contact law should also help me find out the fat wizard's identity.

Thirdly, all the problems currently facing the "heretics" are essentially due to a lack of strength. If he could unleash abilities stronger than Chairman Frost, even if they ultimately chose to forcibly break into prison, their chances of success would be far greater than they are now.

all in all.

One's own stance has already been predetermined.

Having no other choice, one should go all out to go further down this path, rather than hesitating with unrealistic fantasies, wasting time, and then regretting it when things really go wrong.

"By the way, did you go see your brother before you went on duty?" Allen changed the subject.

"No," Jude sighed. "There's no good reason to ask him for information."

"Hmm..." Allen pondered for a moment, then offered a suggestion, "How about we secretly contact your 'brother and sister-in-law'?"

"Absolutely not," Jude refused outright. "If Steele tells my brother, I'll be in real trouble."

"That……"

"Let's find another opportunity; there's no use rushing this."

"good……"

The Royal Capital Heavy Prison was quiet at night.

Jude's mind was still somewhat foggy, but this foggy feeling couldn't be eliminated by sleep.

Holding his bolt-action rifle, he declined Allen's offer to rest and stared silently at the special prison building.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The disciplinary team came twice, and Allen yawned more than a dozen times. Jude stood motionless, his eyes glazed over, his thoughts wandering elsewhere.

"Jude, Jude!"

Hearing Allen's call, Jude slowly snapped out of his daze: "What's wrong?"

"Your brother is calling you from downstairs!" Alan's face showed a hint of joy.

"My brother?" Jude's gaze shifted downwards, and he saw Connor standing at the foot of the watchtower.

"Go quickly!"

Jude unloaded the bolt-action rifle, hung it back on the wall, then climbed down the ladder and walked towards Connor. "Bro?"

Wearing a fleece-lined coat, Connor turned and walked towards a more secluded spot: "Follow me."

Jude had no idea why Connor had called him away from his post so late at night, so he could only follow him to the side of the unguarded special prison building.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Jude asked cautiously when he saw Connor stop.

"I have a question for you." Connor turned to face Jude, his gaze as cold as it had been that morning.

"What?"

Do you think I'll be transferred out of the capital's heavy-duty prison?

Ok?

What's the problem?

Why ask this?

Jude was momentarily confused, then chose to feign ignorance: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Connor seemed disappointed with the answer. "Weren't you always curious about this?"

"It's curiosity..."

"Then why not think about it seriously?"

"What are you thinking about?" Jude was puzzled by Connor's unusual behavior.

Connor looked quite annoyed by Jude, and took a deep breath with his head slightly raised: "Sometimes I don't know if you're really stupid or just pretending."

This seems to be the first time he's said this about himself...

Are you still unhappy because of the priests' injuries or deaths?

Given his personality, he wouldn't specifically target me to get angry...

"Why?" Connor asked.

"Because you asked me to go with you to the city next Sunday to pick out a birthday present for the warden," Jude said, offering his analysis. "The warden's birthday isn't until mid-November, which should mean you won't be transferred anytime soon."

"What does it mean if I'm not transferred?"

"Does this mean the church has no intention of transferring heretics from prison?"

"When did you come up with this idea?"

"Uh..." Jude had just said he didn't know, so he could only stick to his previous statement, "I just realized..."

Connor took another deep breath: "...I called you here to tell you that the person who killed Rodney has been found."

Found it?

Jude was taken aback again.

Wasn't it President Frost who killed Priest Rodney?

Could it be that the president was also arrested?

"The murderer is the heretic leader arrested today," Connor continued. "He is a fourth-order afflicted wizard who confessed to killing Rodney during interrogation."

what?

That morning, the "heretic" who was wearing a black hood and was escorted into a special prison building by four or five priests?

Why did he take the blame for Chairman Frost?

Jude's mind went a little blank, and he gave a perfunctory reply: "A fourth-tier spellcaster is that powerful..."

"A fourth-tier trance wizard is already considered a high-level heretic, possessing the ability to transfer damage. It's not too surprising that he was able to kill Rodney." Connor stared intently into Jude's eyes. "Shouldn't you be asking me if he was the one following you before?"

"Ah, I almost forgot about that. Was it him?" Jude quickly feigned concern.

"It wasn't him." Connor took in Jude's reaction.

"Looks like it really was just a coincidence..." Jude breathed a sigh of relief, sounding quite serious. "That's normal, I'm just an ordinary prison guard, just started working, how could I possibly be targeted by heretics for no reason..."