...The night is always a paradise for conspirators.

When the blood moon in the sky rose again, the dark sky had already brought a strong murderous aura at the sound.

Spark Prison was as quiet as usual, with soldiers loyally guarding their posts, and the warden's office was still on.

In the deepest part of the punishment area, No. 13, Chrisping Bolan opened his deep eyes.

After listening on the floor for a while, confirming that the guards in the outer corridor had left, Bolan's right hand slightly flipped, and three strange little beetles appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Come on, baby, work is on. Let me see if you are as useful as your masters." Bolan murmured.

The gold-eating insect is one of the most rare demon insects in the Fengming Continent.

They are by nature interested in swallowing metals, and after absorbing the components they need in these metals, they quickly excrete the feces from the body. The feces they form are the famous rare metal black star iron in the mainland. The puppets made of this metal are far superior to ordinary puppets in material. Even when making weapons, they are absolutely exquisite weapons.

In that crazy era of alchemy, gold-eating insects were searched wildly, and people used them as a support for raw material production. However, with the deterioration of the environment, the gold-eating insects, which had weak reproductive ability, encountered the crisis of genocide. Three hundred years ago, the gold-eating insect's final habitat was completely destroyed, and at least thirty forbidden spells completely erased the iron-wood jungle within a radius of 300 miles from the map. Since then, the gold-eating insect has disappeared in this world.

Although people believe that there will always be a small number of gold-eating insects to survive, few people will find this kind of demon insect again today, and until today, they appear in Bolan's hands. There is no doubt that this was Shuyi's first come from Purgatory Island.

The spell was chanting, and the three gold-eating insects that were originally sleeping had their wings steeply, chewing at the shackles made of specially made synthetic metal, making an ugly metal rubbing sound.

The shackles quickly broke into several segments under the devouring of the gold-eating insect. The broken body sat up, and the cold eyes emitted a scorching light.

Carefully put away the gold-eating insects, Bolan's eyes were fixed on the gate of the black prison.

The prison door in the punishment area is not trivial, but is blocked by magic circles. It can only be opened from the outside. Anyone who tries to forcefully break the door will encounter magic attacks above.

Some crystal powder shining with a faint blue light was sprinkled on the iron gate by Bolan.

The blue light on the powder kept flashing, and the light became brighter and brighter.

Energy powder, a special powder specially used to absorb crystal energy. It is an energy supply device used on the door of Electrotri's laboratory. It is this small thing that can automatically absorb energy that makes Electrotri's magic array last for a hundred years and still exists.

If Electra was a genius of invention, then Shuiglair was a genius of use. He sensitively realized that energy powder can actually play a greater role, rather than simply being the energy supply center of the constant magic array.

Most of the alchemy mechanisms in this world, no matter how exquisitely designed, have one of the most basic commonalities, that is, they all need to use energy crystals as source power. Without energy crystals power, all mechanisms will automatically fail.

Compared with Magic Inspiration Potion, it is safer, more practical and cheaper.

The energy on the iron door was quickly sucked clean by these blue powders.

Without the imprisonment array, the gate of the cell could no longer stop anyone from entering and leaving.

Seeing that the door to freedom was about to open, even the strongest man couldn't help but feel excited.

Although Shuiglair had repeatedly assured him that these things would play their due role, it was not until this moment that Boran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Each of the strange alchemy products that the mysterious alchemist boy had was beyond his expectations.

However, this is just the beginning.

Some strange little things appeared in Bolan's hands again.

The butterfly, a flying alchemy product recorded in Electra's notebook and parallel to the reconnaissance bee. Unlike the reconnaissance bee, the butterfly does not have reconnaissance ability. It is a multifunctional miniature puppet with a powder that can emit anesthesia gas on its wings. Sprinkle the powder while flying, which can make people fall into a coma, and can also use their multifunctionality to do some other things.

In the dark corridor, several spotted butterflies flew out along the gaps in the prison door. They flew gracefully, coming to other black prisons, waving their wings, and sprinkling energy powder.

The blue powder once again took effect, and the energy crystals embedded in the magic array gradually became dim under the adsorption of the powder.

Several gold-eating insects on the ground crawled out of the cell and drilled towards other prison doors.

Seeing all this going smoothly, Bolan's eyes showed a strong smile.

Time passed by minute by minute, Bolan waited silently until the gold-eating insects returned to him.

He raised his remaining right arm and then pounded heavily on the wall of the cell.

A dull collision began to sound in the iron prison.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!!"

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Bolan knocked on the wall again and again, as if he was encouraged. The other prisoners in the black prisons everywhere also responded similarly.

In the entire punishment area, the sound of black prison prisoners hitting the cells rang one after another, gathering louder and louder, as if the dull drum beats in the sky in the distance echoed in this prison.

"Oh!" Some prisoners even let out a fanatical roar like a wolf howl, which shocked all the guards' faces.

Quickly, this language belonging to the unique language of prisoners spread throughout the Spark Prison and echoed over the area.

The carriage was parked at the entrance of Spark Prison.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from the car window, holding a pass.

After seeing the ID, the guards confirmed that it was correct and allowed to pass.

The carriage can be obtained and enter the prison.

When he arrived at the white building, Xiu Yi came out of the carriage, held down the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and walked towards the warden's office.

Earl of Streas is now working in the office.

As the largest and most solid prison in the empire, the most dangerous and difficult prisoners are also imprisoned here.

Several riots occur in Spark Prison every year, and some criminals always try to break out of this big cage and long for a world of freedom outside.

Faced with this situation, the empire has always suppressed mercilessly.

Every spring, due to the existence of the Materials Fair, it is the most prosperous month in Royo City, and bandits are deploying more and more rampant at this time. Some organized large bandit groups will even collectively attack the Spark Prison.

They don't look like a robbery, but more like a suicide attack.

However, in the past two years, this phenomenon has become much less frequent. The bandits in the Birias Mountains are tending to a more mysterious way of plunder. They no longer appear in the form of large bandit groups, but are more scattered gatherings, but they are organized in the form of alliances when necessary.

This practice of breaking the whole into pieces at any time and gathering the whole into pieces makes it increasingly difficult to suppress bandits in the mountainous areas.

The superior asked him to report on the situation of the bandits in the mountainous areas, which made the Count very angry.

In his opinion, his job is to watch the robbers in these cages, rather than to understand the robbers outside the cage. Letting a warden do the assessment work and situation report of robbers in the mountainous areas is simply outrageous.

Earl of Streas could imagine that this must be a masterpiece created by the upper class after intrigue.

This situation report involves many levels. Whether the empire will use troops in the future, how to use troops, and resource allocation are likely to come from this aspect. There must be many people who are eager to take the job and then make the most favorable situation analysis.

But the end result was that they handed it all over to a warden.

There are more than one outrageous things, and the arrival of the seventh-level teacher Abraham Malit has caused a headache for the Count.

The Earl has always believed that the existence of super strong people is itself the greatest damage to the social system.

Apart from having enough destructive capabilities, their existence has little contribution to society.

They will not formulate policies based on local people's livelihood, will not understand people's sentiments, will not resolve right and wrong contradictions, and their administrative capabilities are almost zero. They have no contribution to society and the country's development. On the contrary, due to their extraordinary force and special identities, they become system destroyers, order destroyers, and to some extent, gravediggers of a country.

There is no shortage of events in history where countries are infested, wars begin, and eventually bleeding tens of millions of nations, and the demise of the country is caused by the stupid crimes committed by a strong man.

Apart from war, fighting, and fighting, these strong men can be useless, but because of their powerful abilities, they cannot be ignored. They destroy the necessary foundation for the survival and development of a country, but are relied on by those in power as big trees. This is the problem in the magic world.

The warriors are better. Due to the knight's creed, most warriors are glorious about belonging and obeying the empire. But those proud magicians are all in trouble. They obey the magic association and obey the country more than they obey, but they still receive the salary of the empire. These old men shout that magic is noble every day, but they are actually extremely shameless.

Abraham Malit, the seventh-level teacher, is such a typical existence.

As one of the fourth divisions of the empire, he held a huge amount of imperial offerings every year, but he almost did nothing to the empire. On the contrary, he was quite leisurely and elegant, and he had to go around the Spark Prison every year, and then relied on his prominent identity to torture prisoners. This book is reproduced 16b>1 3Watch Network/b>m.

Spark Prison has its own rules and regulations, here, Streas is the only person to speak. But the arrival of the teacher always changes all this. Marlitt completely ignores Streas' authority and always shouts at him arrogantly.

And this year, this hated and annoying teacher is coming to interrogate the prisoner again.

The annoying news accompanied by a similarly annoying news heard a bandit group appeared outside the city of Royo. The city lord's mansion asked the Dark Scale Armored Beast troops to be dispatched. If the news is confirmed correctly, it will be eliminated on the spot.

"Subuck Prison is like a storage place for the strong. They can raise it whenever they want, and let it go when they want. I am an innocent victim of fighting. I have become a coolie in the struggle of political power, and even my people have become troops they can call at will!"

The Count of Streas gritted his teeth and complained angryly, but he could only accept the assignment helplessly.

The Dark Scale Beast Force itself is not just a defensive force in Spark Prison, it is more of a chasing force.

"Report, Warden."

"What's the matter?" Streas asked angrily.

"Master Siser Dadandale asked for a meeting."

Earl of Streas was stunned: "It's so late, what did he come to me for?"

Obviously, the answer to this question can only be obtained from the other party himself. Earl: "Let him come in."

The door was suddenly opened and a young man strode in.

It was Xiuyi.

"I'm glad to meet you, Earl of Streas, late at night, I hope you won't mind." Xiu Yi politely.

What surprised Count Streas was that today's Siser D'Artagneil seemed to be different from the past in terms of image, but he couldn't tell what was different for a moment.

However, out of politeness, he still laughed and left his position, and opened his arms to greet Xiu Yi:

"Oh, it's great to see you, my friend. I've been missing you since I left that day, but I never had the chance to see you again. Well, Siser, tell me what's wrong with you now coming to me? You can tell me, you seem to have something to do with me."

"That's true, Count Streas."

"Well, what's the matter, I'm very happy to serve you."

"Jijue, sir." Xiuyi replied.
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