Ice Prison

He Gaitou stepped onto the ice ladder, gradually going deeper underground.

The surrounding walls were built from large blocks of ice bricks. Along the way, white ice flames burned on the alchemical torches, emitting wisps of chill.

This was the Ice Prison.

The path He Gaitou walked led only to the Warden's Office.

He was very familiar with the environment here. But this familiarity did not bring him any warmth.

Even though he wore the Ice Heart Circlet, it was hard to keep chills from rippling through his heart.

He Gaitou knew that although he had left the Ice Prison for many years, this place truly and deeply gave him psychological shadows. And this layer of shadow had never dissipated to this day.

He used to be a prisoner in the Ice Prison.

Ah haha, old friend, long time no see. The warden stood at the door, raising his arms to warmly welcome him.

Quite unusually, the Ice Prison Warden was not a Snow Elf, but a human.

He was a gold-level mage.

The Ice Prison was a top-tier prison in the Ice Sculpture Kingdom, and having a human serve as its warden was extremely rare in the kingdom's political ecosystem.

"Lord Warden." He Gaitou bowed slightly to the Ice Prison Warden.

The Ice Prison Warden feigned displeasure. "You're still being so formal, just call me by my name directly."

As he spoke, he welcomed He Gaitou inside with a smile full of enthusiasm.

He Gaitou understood very well, however. The Ice Prison Warden's enthusiasm and smile could not represent his true attitude.

Perhaps this was the difference between humans and the Elf Race.

For He Gaitou, he actually preferred dealing with Snow Elves. The latter's style of handling official business by the book and speaking in cold tones was