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Dean swallowed the bread with tears in his eyes, and of course, the "healing holy light" that Ella gave him for free.

He felt as if his intestines were alive and crawling in his abdominal cavity. After experiencing the excruciating pain just now, the feeling now could not be described as painful but very strange.

"What did you give me to eat..."

"It's just a small gift." Ella stood up, her condescending look just right, "You'll know later."

After saying that, Ella brushed off the dust on her skirt, walked towards the cell door with her hands behind her back, and before leaving, she looked back and smiled playfully:

"See you later, Mr. Dean."

Looking at the silver-haired girl's back, Dean first took a breath, then clenched his fists.

"Damn woman... Miss, I will definitely rescue you..."

Chapter 33 Dead Sea Prison

(Supplement from the author: Some book friends may be confused by the next two chapters, but don’t worry, this is a foreshadowing with a huge span. You don’t have to read it carefully and it won’t affect your reading. You just need to have a vague feeling like a dream. It will make you suddenly realize it in the future hahahaha)

Silent all night.

For the next few days, the dungeon was peaceful.

As for what the world outside is like, Dean doesn't know.

He just stayed quietly in his cell.

Maybe a week, maybe a month. For someone who always stays in the dungeon, the period of time passing is not very important.

Ever since the demon woman stuffed something into his mouth last time, he hadn't been tortured by the Knight of Judgment again, and the demon hadn't come to torture him again.

But he felt something was wrong with him.

The pain in the wound disappeared, and he was no longer as depressed as before, but rather a little excited.

Vaguely, he felt as if something was growing wildly inside his body.

Occasionally, I could hear strange whispers in my ears. Even if I tried to cover my ears, the sound would still echo directly in my brain, murmuring and lingering.

His physical strength was also slowly increasing. It was obvious that the swill provided by the temple was not enough to help his body recover.

He wiped off some dirt on the back of his hand and unexpectedly found that the exposed skin was somewhat smooth.

Dean wondered if he was transforming into something, and what kind of seeds that evil guy had planted in his body.

"click"

As he was thinking, the door of the cell suddenly opened.

The fully armed Templar Knight walked in holding a black cloth bag hood.

“Are we finally on our way?”

This was the first sentence Dean said to the people in the temple since entering the dungeon.

The Templar did not answer, but just looked at him and then slammed the sack over his head.

……

He was restrained by iron chains and staggered as he walked.

In the darkness, Dean was being pulled and pushed roughly, as if he was on a carriage, and he could faintly hear the cries of different people.

The carriage was bumpy and he didn't know how long it had been going. The smell of soil and trees lingered in his nose, followed by the stench of wild animals, bird feces and horse urine mixed with the smell of sweat. The cold wind cut his skin, and in addition to the mumbling in his ears, he could now hear the screams of monkeys in the distance...

It was not until a gust of wind carrying a fishy smell hit his face that Dean's hood was taken off.

The boundless and dark blue occupied all the vision. It was the gloomy and vast sea. The sweeping waves beat against the dark black reefs and shattered into foam.

In the sky not far away, the tiny figures of migratory birds flew through the low and thick clouds, with occasional flashes of lightning and dull roars.

In the shadows under the clouds, a rocky island stood in the waves, its hideous outline like a man-eating sea monster.

A large ship slowly emerged from the waves and docked at the shore. Soldiers in dark armor walked slowly towards the ship on wooden boards taken down from the hold.

The Templar Knight beside him slapped Dean on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Welcome to Storm Harbor... and the Dead Sea Prison next to it, boy."

Dead Sea Prison...

As the housekeeper of the Duke's eldest daughter, Dean had heard of this name, but he didn't expect...

“I didn’t expect that I would have to come here to check in one day, haha.”

A man's voice suddenly came from his ear.

Dean turned around and saw a young man with a slightly messy hair, also wearing shackles, being pushed over by a group of soldiers to stand in a row with him.

"What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet me here." The young man looked at Dean and smiled.

"Do we know each other?" Dean frowned slightly. For some reason, the smile of the young man in front of him made him feel a familiar disgust.

"Now we know each other." The young man's hands and feet were clearly wearing rune shackles that suppressed his magic and physical strength, but he looked comfortable and lazy. "Look at the guard next to you. You are not being escorted here from the Imperial City Cathedral. You are really lucky."

"You call this good luck?" Dean said unhappily.

"The Holy Temple is usually too lazy to send prisoners so far away," the young man shrugged, "They prefer to burn them on the spot. They went through so much trouble to send them to you, which means you have someone protecting you."

"Haha." Dean ignored the young man. Who would protect a dark cultist who had no value at all? The reasoning of the man opposite him was probably at a shit level.

That’s right, how could a smart person be caught in a place like this?

"Why are you ignoring me?" the young man asked again, as annoying as a mosquito. "Why don't we socialize in advance? Maybe the person behind us is a cellmate."

"Who would be..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go over there!" At this moment, the paladin behind him suddenly pushed Dean hard.

Dean stumbled and hit a rock on the ground, falling forward suddenly.

Just when he thought he was going to fall and faint, a leg suddenly stretched out and blocked his falling upper body.

The just right amount of force helped Dean stabilize his body so that he didn't get injured before going to prison. He turned his head slightly and saw the young man who had just stretched his legs smiling and nodding at him.

"You're welcome. My name is Ye Xiao."

"...Dean." Dean finally gave his name.

The black-armored soldiers under the big ship had now come to a group of prisoners who had been brought in from all over the empire. They tied up the lined-up prisoners one by one with a long iron chain, and then led these dozen unlucky guys onto the ship.

As expected, the cabin was filled with a foul odor of mold and seafood. Fortunately, they did not need to stay on the ship for too long. After rocking against the howling wind and waves for about half an hour, they arrived at the island known as the "Dead Sea Prison."

The main building of the prison was on a steep mountain that sloped sideways on the island. A dark black tower stood on top of it. On one side was a towering wall patrolled day and night by fully armed soldiers, and on the other side was a cliff that was difficult for birds to land on and monkeys to climb.

As the name suggests, the prisoners who come in will never get out, and those who will be prepared to die after a while.

Entering the black lacquered gate, Dean was escorted into the tower by the prison guards. After several blood records and identity procedures, the jailer tied a round handcuff around his neck.

There were several long and thin needles on the inside of the cuff. The moment it was closed, the needles pierced deeply into Dean's neck.

The intense pain made Dean grit his teeth, and then a faint blue magic pattern appeared above the handcuffs.

He and his fellow prisoners were pushed by the jailers into a hall and lined up in a long queue.

A fat, big-eared man walked in from the door on the side of the lobby, holding a girl who was also handcuffed but dressed lightly. He said in a loud voice with a greasy smile:

"Welcome to my kingdom, you unfortunates!"

"From today on, recognize your master, your warden—that's me! Minions!!"

"My father said..." The warden kneaded it, then frowned slightly, and then kneaded it hard again. After hearing a soft cry of "Ah" beside him, he continued with satisfaction, "...My father said that mice are born to stay in stinky ditches! He is right. Because you! You are a bunch of stinky mice! From now on, you all stay where you should be, eat and drink like a mouse, and die here quietly like a mouse!..."

"This meaningless and vulgar speech is as cheap as the tumor on his neck." A faint whisper came from his ear. Dean tilted his head slightly and saw Ye Xiao standing beside him and blinked at him, "What do you think, Brother Dean?"

Dean smiled. Although he felt the same way, he would not say it out loud like the idiot in front of him.

As expected, the jailer nearby grabbed Ye Xiao out of the team and dragged him aside by his arm, "What are you mumbling about!?"

“Who the hell is interrupting my speech???” The warden noticed the commotion here and his eyes almost popped out of his fat flesh.

"Sir, this guy..." the jailer grabbed Ye Xiao and said softly.

"What's wrong with this guy?!" The warden walked in front of Ye Xiao. His huge body was like a moving mountain of flesh, blocking the light from above and casting a shadow over the jailer.

“He…he…” The jailer seemed to be frightened by the warden and stuttered for a moment.

"Ahem." Ye Xiao coughed at the right time to help the jailer who arrested him. "It's nothing, Mr. Warden."

"I was just saying... just saying, uh..."

“…Pfft, sorry. Mr. Warden, you look really fucking stupid, hahahaha.”

The entire lobby fell silent in an instant.

Chapter 34: The Beginning of Dream God’s Scheme

Although I expected to be beaten badly, it was a bit unexpected that he would be beaten so badly.

The warden is a little too narrow-minded.

In the dark little room, Ye Xiao leaned against the cold wall, feeling severe pain all over his body. It seemed that several teeth in his mouth were broken, and blood was still oozing from his broken nose.

This is the VIP room of the Dead Sea Prison, an honor only available to special prisoners who cause riots or challenge the prison authority.

There were no windows, it was narrow and dark, just enough to sit cross-legged. The door was opened periodically to stuff in stone-hard bread and murky water.

Ye Xiao closed his eyes and slowly calmed his breathing.

The collar that the prison guards put around his neck had the effect of suppressing magic and energy. With more than a dozen special silver needles piercing his neck, even if he was at the extraordinary level, he could only be an ordinary person.

Although he didn't know how long he would be punished for greeting the warden, Ye Xiao came here just for this place.

The method is a bit simple and crude, but the goal is achieved.

He rubbed the wall by feel. The mud filling the gaps between the bricks had mostly dried up and was as rough as sand.

In the pitch-black darkness, Ye Xiao could only use this method to find what he was looking for.

The efficiency is very low, but fortunately he has enough time.

As his hand moved, a slightly slippery touch was transmitted to the palm of his hand. He slowly scraped away the strange soil with his fingernails, and a stench of rust mixed with decay gradually filled the air.

The surrounding soil used for bonding was scraped away, and the bricks in the middle were also loose.

Ye Xiao pinched the brick with two fingers, slowly pulled it out and placed it on the ground, then reached into the empty hole and touched a rough and shriveled object like a twig.

It was a finger, its cold surface with a little elasticity, as if it had just been cut off a few days ago.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, smeared it on his finger, and then used the bloody finger to draw on the narrow ground.

In a moment, a crude magic circle carved with blood took shape, and in the pitch-black room, there seemed to be a slight breeze blowing.

Then there was silence.

Ye Xiao waited for a moment, but there was still no movement. Then he couldn't help but speak: "Your Majesty, please give me a call. It's not easy to find you."

In the darkness, no one responded.

Ye Xiao turned the finger like a ballpoint pen, "Your Majesty, it took me a lot of effort to get here. If you continue to ignore me, I will have to resort to some extraordinary means."

"..."

"All right." Ye Xiao cleared his throat, but the tone of his voice from his blood-stained throat was still thick, "I am a humble official, but I will perform a love song from another world for your majesty."

"You are mine, I am yours, who..." The tone that came out from between his teeth was not very pleasant.

"Okay, that's enough, stop."

"...A little closer, I'm about to melt~..."

"...Young man, please stop."

"stop!"

In the darkness, a weak roar floated in the void.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I was so deeply in love that I couldn't stop myself." Ye Xiao stopped spinning his fingers. "You are a loyal citizen of Loren. I have come to see the great Emperor."

"Alas... If you really treated me like an emperor, you wouldn't bother a dead person like me. Tell me, why did you come to this hopeless prison to find me... what's the matter?"

"I hope Your Majesty can help me with a dream."

"That's it?"