Mage Manual

Chapter 99: Chapter 92 This is the request of my lifetime

In the treatment room, the atmosphere grew serious.

“You survived the Blood Moon Judgement, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but my suffering isn’t over yet,” Ash said earnestly. “My enemies are still watching me like a hawk, ready to use every means at their disposal to bring about my death in prison.”

The Medical Practitioner shook her head. “This is Shattered Lake Prison, where the law is practiced as though it is truth. No one here can violate the law.”

“But he can legally push me into a hopeless situation.”

“Then that only means you deserve to be executed legally and properly.” The Medical Practitioner shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t believe you’ve been wronged, and I do have sympathy for what you’ve been through, so I’ll pray for you too. I’ll pray that you’ll find salvation in the Divine Country of the Extreme Master of Blood Moon.”

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“But that’s all I can do for you, any more would go beyond my duties,” she warned, signaling to Ash not to make any unlawful requests.

Ash waved his hand. “I’m not going to ask you for anything. I know my time is running out, the execution is near… so, I just want to properly thank you.”

“Ah?”

“Medical Practitioner, it was you who provided me with human care, allowing me to feel a bit of warmth in this cold and heartless prison.” Ash spoke with deep emotion. “Having met you before dying is already enough for me to die without regrets. I’m ready to accept my fate.”

“I, I’m not as good as you say…” The Medical Practitioner mumbled shyly, replying in a low voice.

“But there is great terror between life and death, and in the still of the night, I can’t help but curl up, gripped by an indescribable fear that squeezes my heart, sleepless at night, without appetite, living every day in extreme distress.”

“I have a solution for that,” the Medical Practitioner took out a syringe that shimmered with silver light. “I have a strong sedative needle that will free you from your troubles with just one shot, but all these potions have the same side effect. It slows down your thinking, basically, it makes you a bit… dull-witted.”

“So! That’s why!” Ash quickly interrupted her. “To spend my last days in peace, I hope you, the Medical Practitioner, can stay with me.”

“Stay with you? How so?”

“Just for eating, sleeping, bathing and the like…”

“No! Absolutely not!” The Medical Practitioner stood up nervously and waved her hands continuously. “I mean, that’s not what I’m saying…right, there are rules! We Medical Practitioners are not allowed to enter the prisoners’ activity areas, cannot have close contact with prisoners! Uh! It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just really not possible!”

Ash sighed deeply—the sigh was genuine. Although he had anticipated this response, the Medical Practitioner’s resolute and intense reply without giving him any opportunity made Ash slightly sad.

A little consideration would have been good! Or at least make your acting a bit more convincing!

Even the crow mask can’t hide your reluctance!

“I understand your difficulties too, and I don’t want to trouble you, but I really need your care and warmth.” Ash blinked. “I have a great idea.”

“What’s this great idea?”

“Just give me your clothes, and I can use them to feel your warmth in my embrace during the long nights.”

The Medical Practitioner fell silent for a moment, then took a step back, her voice trembling a bit. “You…want to sleep…holding my underwear?”

“You don’t need to give me anything that personal!” Ash hurried to clarify. “Besides, I haven’t seen your underwear, so I couldn’t possibly think of them as your embodiment.”

The Medical Practitioner finally understood. “You want my Hunter Uniform?”

“Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, do you have an extra uniform?”

“Not exactly, but I do need to have two for changing. According to regulations, I can’t give my uniform to anyone else… and you sleeping with my Hunter Uniform at night also sounds a bit…”

Ash suddenly let out a long sigh, his expression becoming downcast. “That’s right, It was excessive of me to ask. You’ve helped me so much, and both morally and logically, I should not trouble you further…”

“Someone like me doesn’t deserve to approach extinction in peace…”

“It was wrong of me to hope, to have such unfounded luck…”

“I’m sorry, just pretend I never asked. Thank you, I won’t forget you…”

Though he said this, Ash didn’t get up, but instead gazed earnestly at the Medical Practitioner. Left with no choice, she clicked her tongue, “Alright alright, I’ll give you my Hunter Uniform. Is that okay now?”

The plan was a success!

Ash was inwardly elated. All his groundwork had been laid just to get the Medical Practitioner to willingly offer him her Hunter Uniform.

After all, during the jailbreak he would have to snatch a set of Crow uniforms, but he did not want to injure the Medical Practitioner.

In view of the moral quality from his previous life, he still held a certain respect for the medical profession, though for survival he couldn’t afford to care; if it was possible to resolve the situation peacefully, he would try his best to avoid conflict.

It just so happened that his relationship with Medical Practitioner [222] was fairly good; social favors lose their meaning if not used when needed, so Ash acted pitiful and played the sympathy card, first by making an unreasonable request for companionship, which was denied, and then asking for her clothes. Layer upon layer, his scheme unfolded until he finally pried open the Medical Practitioner’s heart, enticing her step by step into the abyss of crime.

“Ah, it seems like it won’t work.”

Ash grew anxious, “What’s wrong?”

“I just took off that set of uniforms, and I haven’t washed it yet.”

“I don’t mind!”

“But I do mind! No, wait until I’ve washed them before giving them to you!”

Ash became frantic, “Actually, I prefer the original scent, please just fulfill this wish of mine! It’s my once-in-a-lifetime request!”

“No, no, absolutely not!” the Medical Practitioner shook her head repeatedly: “I’ll give them to you after I’ve washed the uniforms.” @@novelbin@@

“How long will it take you to wash them?”

“Not long, there’s a dryer in the laundry room, I can get it done in at most an hour.”

“Then go wash them quickly; I’ll come back to pick them up at noon.”

Ash urged the Medical Practitioner to leave, leaving her utterly baffled: “Weren’t you here to chat with me? Didn’t you want me to spend more time with you?”

“Clothes can chat with me, clothes can spend more time with me, not to mention the many other uses clothes have! Anyway, hurry up and go!”

The Medical Practitioner went back to her quarters to wash clothes with a confused expression.

…

From the sea-view rooftop, Igula gazed at the slowly growing black dot on the lake surface, his heart pounding wildly, goosebumps rising. He felt his face heating up, his legs weakening, his thoughts racing faster.

This was nervousness.

This was fear.

But it was also excitement.

This was the reason why, despite the wealth he had accumulated, he hadn’t quit. The unsettling trepidation before the act was addictive, like poison, and now he was about to deceive the entire prison, planning a daylight escape.

The thought that countless people would be surprised, angry, admiring, and frightened by his feat sent Igula into an excited frenzy; there was nothing more pleasurable to him than fooling others!

In Igula’s anticipatory and tense gaze, a steamboat belching thick smoke appeared on the horizon, sailing towards Shattered Lake Prison against the wind and waves.

However, Igula’s complexion turned grimmer and paler.

The hull of the steamboat was similar to other ordinary military ships, but its peculiarity lay in the high-strength steel shell covering it entirely, making the ship look like a solid bullet warship.

In other words, no part of the deck was exposed to sunlight; there was no ‘outside,’ all areas were within the steamboat itself!

While Igula stood dumbfounded, the transport ship had already reached Shattered Lake, dropping anchor at the port. And the first to step off the ship was a white-haired man in dark red Hunter Uniform with a hood, his right shoulder draped with a black short sleeve.

Noticing Igula’s gaze, he looked up and met Igula’s eyes; his expression didn’t change a bit, the bloody pupils under the hood piercing Igula with a sharp gaze!

Igula’s pupils shrank.

The half-sleeve of the Crime Hunting Hall!

The hallmark of the Director of the Crime Hunting Hall was the black Crime Hunter coat, and the Captains of the enforcement teams who fought on the front lines and represented the face of the Crime Hunting Hall wore the Crime Hunter half-sleeve to display their honor!

In Kaimon City, there were only two enforcement teams, and without exception, their Captains were…

Holy Sanctuary Mages of the Three-winged Holy Realm!