Fallen Guest Empire (III)
Very good. Very cooperative.
Although they weren't after him, the visitors had undoubtedly brought some interesting news.
A prison visit turning into a jailbreak in the blink of an eye—Fu Qian wasn't surprised by this sudden turn of events.
After all, it was rare for the Warehouse to send him somewhere without something unusual happening.
What interested him was the trick the female visitor named Mariana had just shown off.
It was a very unusual technique. Just from its appearance, it could easily bring to mind the edict patterns that appeared on cultists or vampires when they acted.
Its rank was equally high.
But at the same time, it was fundamentally different.
For one thing, it directly materialized as a physical object. Even the Gun of Death, which had taken aim at him several times and was one of the vampires' top techniques, was essentially no more than a combination of concepts or rules. This looked like a collection of plants and animals.
For another, although its form included many curling patterns, it had nothing whatsoever to do with "knowledge."
Not a trace remained of the beauty and solemnity of law.
The way it had just jabbed blood out of Dean Glen had the debased feel of a law code smeared with shit and slapped across someone's face.
Of course, the person controlling it clearly didn't see it that way.
"Don't worry, I'm not joking. Unlike Dean Glen here, who reached his conclusion through serious testing, we—"
Seeing that the prisoner had finally shown a glimmer of interest, Mariana pointed at Glen with a pleased smile.
Just as she'd said earlier, they didn't seem to be in a hurry to escape.
But Glen, the one she'd pointed at, looked even more troubled.
Being mocked was