Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Mycroft's description is quite apt: minors, especially children, are like blank canvases, while adults are complete paintings and have a much stronger ability to withstand risks than children.

Evil gods are beings that can be "blessed" if you get close to them.

"It's less of a blessing and more of a pollution." Furen thought of radiation; once someone is contaminated with radioactive materials, a shortened lifespan would be the least of their worries.

Radiation can penetrate most materials, and irradiated organisms or objects can become new sources of radiation.

It is remarkably similar to the characteristics of the evil god that Fren read about last night.

"There's no need to be so blunt." Mycroft didn't correct Fren's words, but just smiled and said, "[Gods] don't care about how humans describe them, but their followers will symbolically defend their masters as long as it doesn't affect their own interests."

To avoid unnecessary trouble, it's better to use "blessing" to describe it.

The knowledge truly related to the extraordinary will naturally come in the courses you take in university.

Fren nodded, indicating that he understood.

When Mycroft saw that Fren had driven there, he gave Fren directions, and the three of them got in the car and drove to the other side of the city.

Prisons for serious offenders cannot be located in the city center.

As the country's highest-security prison, Azkaban, even without any escape attempts, no noble or official would want to spend their days and nights in this prison.

"Azkaban..." Fren, who was driving, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Sherlock Holmes, Nurgle, spy games, and now Azkaban—the world seems a bit too complicated.

Who on earth was so stupid to design the world like this?

Fren sighed inwardly, feeling an urge to ask Mycroft if there was a school in this world called Hogwarts.

On the way to Azkaban, Mycroft gave Fren a brief introduction to the structure of Azkaban: "There aren't many criminals who need to be sentenced to death by the central government. You just need to be there before the criminals are executed."

Therefore, the identity I've arranged for you is a temporary worker at Azkaban prison, so you don't need to resign from your job at the city hall.

If Furen could keep these abilities in mind, a little trouble wouldn't matter at all.

Azkaban prison is located in a canyon, where Furen can see many stone pillars standing there, engraved with various patterns.

[A meticulously crafted creation, employing multiple dimensions to prevent the escape of any creature within.]

After driving for about a few minutes, Fren came to see the building, which was made entirely of steel and rock.

There's not much aesthetic appeal in it; it just gives off a feeling of overwhelming oppression.

There was a string of wind chimes at the doorway at the end of the road, which made a pleasant sound as Mycroft approached.

Mycroft and his secretary were unharmed, but Fren felt a sense of oppression; he was being ostracized.

"You can get a lot here," Mycroft said calmly, watching as the wind chimes collected Fren's biological information and soul fluctuations. "But I can only make sure you're safe in prison."

Because of the unique nature of this place, you could become a key point for outsiders to gather information about Azkaban, or even to make a rescue.

Humans need to interact with the outside world to live; nothing in the world is completely useless. These criminals themselves possess immense value.

The fact that Fren was a temporary worker could not be hidden, and the danger he posed was self-evident.

Inevitably, some people connected to the criminals will come knocking, wanting Frun to become a medium of communication between the outside world and the prisoners inside.

"The God of Light has always favored those who dare to throw out their last gamble. If I stop here, then I am nothing more than that." Furen felt that the risks he took were insignificant compared to what he could gain.

Mycroft didn't say much, just quietly watched as the wind chimes recorded Fren's story.

This wind chime is a product of both the technological and mystical worlds. It can be used to determine whether one's thinking is distorted, both physically and spiritually.

Only with the approval of the wind chimes will one be allowed to enter Azkaban prison.

Mycroft had told Fren about all of this in the car.

The invisible pressure dissipated completely, and Furen looked at the inscription on the wind chime with a hint of covetousness.

[An ordinary wind chime, yet its sensing range covers the entire prison; no trace will escape its notice.]

Compared to the identification function of the Sky Eye, the scope of the wind chime is wider.

The combination of technology and mystery, to this extent, aroused Fren's thirst for knowledge.

He believed he possessed the wisdom blessed by the "cessation of all defilements," and that he was qualified to learn any existing knowledge.

After taking a deep look at the wind chimes, Furen decided that he would also create a similar device in the future to ensure that no one with ill intentions could get close to it.

Fren doesn't want to see a repeat of yesterday's kidnapping by cult members.

After entering the prison, Mycroft introduced his brother Francessoko to Warden Marvolo. Then, as if he had received some news, he sighed and asked the warden to arrange a car. He then hurriedly left with his secretary.

Before leaving, Mycroft told Fren, "There will be an execution of flesh-type ability users at noon. Mr. Marvolo will guarantee your safety. Be sure to strictly follow his arrangements when contacting the prisoners."

Even without Mycroft's prompting, Fren wouldn't presume to be clever.

People should always have a sense of awe for the unknown.

Even if a prisoner of this caliber is reduced to a human stump, he may still suddenly become violent and kill someone.

"Warden Marvolo, please."

Warden Mavolo was a pale-faced middle-aged man, seemingly due to being in a valley where he rarely saw the sun. He wore an Azkaban prison guard uniform and looked no different from any other prison guard. "Mr. Holmes, please come with me."

Without any pleasantries, Marvolo went straight to the point, leading Fren from the prison guards' office building to a white building.

Most of the buildings in Azkaban are unnamed.

Upon entering, Fren saw rows of iron gates, and through specially made windows, he could see that the interior walls of the rooms were mostly made of different materials.

"Different superpowered individuals require different methods of execution. The materials you'll see later include an introduction to one of the execution chambers." Warden Marvolo walked quickly, a habit he developed in the military. "You'll learn this knowledge in university as well."

Fren nodded slightly and followed closely behind. Soon, they arrived at an execution chamber and met the person to be executed.

A slightly overweight man, who looked to be in his forties.