"Please believe me."
Allen said solemnly, "I graduated from a Daoist Association vocational program, majoring in fortune-telling and bone reading."
Fortunately, two Amazon warriors were guarding the cell. Otherwise, Allen would definitely have been bored out of his mind alone.
He looked seriously at the dark-skinned warrior and said gravely, "Your glabella is dark, foul qi clouds your head. You are surely oppressed by a great bosom."
Allen stared at her chest, at the bulging leather breastplate, and nodded heavily. "Very dangerous."
"Phillips is Black to begin with. How could you tell her glabella was dark?" the younger warrior beside her asked.
"The foul qi has spread throughout her entire body."
Allen wore a relieved expression and replied mysteriously, "Good thing she met me. I can dispel it by giving her a free consecration."
"Troylin, you actually believe a madman's words?"
Phillips could not help rolling her eyes.
"I think the way he talks is really funny."
Troylin was quite lively and cheerful, completely unconcerned by Allen's crazy appearance.
"Hey, hey, hey, you're trampling on my dignity. What's funny about me? I've always gone for a comedic style. It's hard for me, okay?"
As Allen spoke, he adjusted the displaced coconut shells on his chest.
There were no men on Themyscira, so they had changed him into prison clothes.
Moreover, when Amazons made mistakes, they were only put in solitary confinement. They had no concept of prisoners at all.
"What's it like outside?" Troylin asked curiously.
"Outside is full of old perverts coveting my beauty. Every country is at war, but luckily Diana appeared in time and saved me." Allen lowered his head shyly. "The Princess and I have already pledged ourselves to each other. We decided to be each other's braised chicken wings."
"..."
Troylin's face filled with contempt.