Chapter 410: The Dearest Friend of Aunt Huberty

eful coexistence and constant trade with her are solely due to his ignorance of his true identity as a great demon.On the day he learns the truth, he will certainly cast a malicious gaze upon himself....Chapter 411: The Dearest Friend of Aunt Huberte

They successfully arrived at the exit hall of the fourth layer of the prison, and everyone noticed that the red light on their bracelets had appeared again, signaling that the information, functions, and permissions of this layer had undergone new changes. {write to here I hope readers remember our domain name}

Gazing at the bracelet, the screen gradually displayed the selectable redemption options for the duty point.

This also includes [Contract Prisoner].

But in this item, dragging the list to the end only revealed Antanas's name, and behind his information were numerous warning annotations of all types.

Simply attempting to establish and maintain communication with the warden Antanas requires a payment of 4,000 service points. Furthermore, upon entering the cell block, there is no guarantee for the safety of the guards.

Related information shimmered into view with the pulsating crimson light, including a rudimentary map of the prison's lower four levels and an indication of the target inmate's location.

"That's right, this is the Great Demon Tribe Guardian Antanas we were looking for."

Having confirmed they weren't the same criminal, Lance looked at Hubrian and said.

Now they can also see which cell in the prison's sublevel four Antanas is held in.

Her cell's coordinates were closer to the exit hall than the entrance hall, with Lynch clearing the way, it would be a quick trip.

"Well, she wouldn't lay a finger on me."

Hubert spoke earnestly.

She knew that the Great Love Poet was immortal, and Rance would be more inclined to control the Great Love Poet in dealing with the Demon Clan rather than letting Huberlian risk herself.

But Huberlyan was certain that the Guardian Antanas needed her to convince, she couldn't rely on Lance for everything. In the long run, she would become a person who only opened her mouth and waited for Lance to feed her.

Ranchi's terrifying ambition, which he was completely unaware of, was mixed with the maternal care and concern typical of a housewife. Coupled with his bizarre and all-powerful talent, this concoction of beauty was actually a super poison!

Hughbert knows this better than anyone.

After confirming the negotiation plan for a while, the group once again led by the great poet of love temporarily left the exit transmission hall and walked along the road on the fourth floor of the prison towards the special cell.

The roads leading to the prison areas they had not yet reached appeared more winding.

The cell was locked tight with heavy metal doors. The walls on either side were made of cold, hard anti-magic steel, with thick runes etched onto the exterior that pulsed and flickered rhythmically, like a beating heart.

Occasionally, one can hear the sound of chains clanking in the distance and low murmurs reverberating through the silent corridors, adding a touch of mystery and oppressive solemnity.

The great love poet followed the route indicated on the map on his ring, walking through corridors one after another and past heavy iron gates.

The surrounding environment kept the three priests on high alert, taking every step with extreme caution.

As security personnel, they need to ensure the absolute safety of the two people in front.

Sometimes, prisoners inside Hellem's Prison might break out of their cells and run amok. In such cases, the wardens would need to use barriers to contain them and have the jailer subdue them as quickly as possible.

Within minutes, the team successfully located a cell.

At first glance, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between it and the other cell doors.

To prevent malicious prisoners from causing trouble, and to keep the more dangerous convicts contained, all prison cell doors within the inner layers of the prison remain consistently identical.

But only when the guard at the door paid 4000 duty points did the cell door slowly begin to creak open, revealing that this cell specifically used for super-hardened criminals was unusually sturdy and harsh.

The edge of the door is equipped with a complex sealing mechanism, ensuring a perfect fit between the door and the frame when closed. This effectively isolates the cell from the outside world, providing excellent soundproofing so that almost no sound can pass through this heavy door.

Its inner door seemed to be made of a material conjured by magic, something not found in this world. It possessed special resistance against all forms of attack and could react instantly upon being struck, triggering an alarm system.

Even though the cell door was opened, there was still a translucent barrier where it had been.

It is a soundproofing spell, and it can only be passed through by guards who open the cell door. Prisoners inside are blocked by the light curtain.

The great poet and Huberlian exchanged glances, and as she stepped into the cell, the three tyrannical priests remained outside to guard it.

At this moment, one could vaguely see the interior of the pure white painted cell, like heaven itself, yet also a six-sided prison sealed tight. Rays of light intersected, revealing dust particles suspended in the air. In the distance, a blurry human figure was discernible.

That figure seemed to be sitting at the innermost part of the cell, not bound too much.

She just sat there quietly.

It's like waiting for something, but also just letting time pass.

Walking through beams of light, slowly moving forward.

She was a short-haired beauty dressed in a special prison uniform. One side of her hair was pulled back behind her ear, while the other side fell naturally to her chin. Her gentle features paired with her sharp eyes made one wonder if she would be even more beautiful with long hair.

Its obvious demonic features most directly demonstrate its danger. Ordinarily, powerful demons that feel no magical fluctuations are like death gods.

And yet, when Huberlian and the great poet saw her in that instant, neither of them had any intention of running away. They still walked towards her.

Antanas, the warden, showed no reaction to the two guards who came to her cell, nor did she say anything.

It wasn't until Huberlian arrived near Antanas that Huberlian stopped.

She has a lot of protective magic on her, even an eighth-rank Demon Lord would need to put in some effort to take her down.

Since the guardian, Antanas, and his attendant weren't overly aggressive as expected, Hyberlian chose to follow the etiquette of demonkind taught by the Ice Witch and first pay her respects to this elder.

Miss Athanas...

I don't want to get my hands dirty with your blood anymore, leave.

Hubert's heartfelt words were cut short by Antanas, the demon lord.

She finally glanced at Huberlian, for a moment making Huberlian feel a threat from the soul, like telling Huberlian: Don't say those bargaining requests that would force me to kill you.

Although Antanas didn't appear to be malicious, for the Demon race, killing another being was as commonplace as breathing; it didn't require much thought.

"I am Talia's niece, and I would like to ask for your help."

Huberly simply stated, she simultaneously dispelled the disguise magic, allowing Antanas to see her true form as a half-demon.

At that moment, Antanas stared at the half-demon girl with silver hair and amber eyes, a little dumbfounded.

It seems she didn't understand what kind of disguise magic she used. She was able to fool the security checks of the Protoss Empire and even get to the negative fourth floor of this prison.

Immediately, Antanas's eyes softened considerably.

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