Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Red Mist Tavern.

"Don't be afraid! Hurry up and kill Ashe! How can you tolerate his arrogance?"

"Aren't you a serial killer? How could you be persuaded so easily?"

"This batch of death row inmates is the most cowardly I've ever seen!"

Seeing Scarface put down his hand, many customers let out a cry - they were all smart people who had predicted fighting would break out among the death row inmates. Thus, they had placed bets on "the death row inmates will kill each other."

Now that Scarface had been persuaded by Ashe, it seemed their bets were going down the drain.

"But this Ashe kid is pretty interesting. Can we watch him in a few more Blood Moon Tribunals?"

"I'd rather see his expression when he becomes one of the redeemed! That must be entertaining."

"Can I still place a preorder for his and the elf's full blood? I'm feeling a bit hungry."

"There aren't even enough sacred bloodline members in the prison to go around. How could there possibly be any left for you? Don't even think about preordering full blood...maybe you can preorder some hemorrhoid blood."

Sitting alone with his drink, Lorens looked at Ashe Heath on the light screen, suddenly recalling something from years ago.

It was several years prior, when he hadn't yet undergone the blood replacement ceremony and was still a student at Caimon University. Someone had handed him a flyer in the second cafeteria.

He vaguely remembered it was for a student mutual aid society, with the tenets of "Courage," "Wisdom," "Life," and "Joy." But he had been close to graduating then and naturally uninterested.

Lorens didn't know why he recalled this now.

But when he looked at Ashe Heath again, an ephemeral feeling of...familiarity arose in his heart.

His hand trembled slightly as he prepared to vote.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.

We should be the ones to go!?

Although it sounded reasonable, seeing Ashe's arrogant face made every death row inmate feel extremely stifled. It was like waiting in line for an hour before someone tapped their shoulder and said, "You're in the wrong line, you should go over there. Let me cut in front of you."

And on further thought, this path didn't seem viable either. After all, there were still executors on their small platform. Purgatorial Flame was just an itch to Ashe and Valcas, but to them it was flaying their brains!

"Or there's an even better way," said another skinny man holding a dagger sinisterly. "After the voting ends and before the executors arrive, we can just kill off you two. Then the executors won't come."

"That's right!"

"Restrain them first!"

"Cut off their four limbs and throw them into the sea after voting ends!"

Ashe thought to himself, damn it, his current combat ability was just a bit higher than a normal person's. He could barely handle deathmatches, let alone uncontrolled fighting against these vicious and ruthless senior sorcerers!

From afar, Nago shouted, "Although the prison can't interfere during the tribunal, I advise you to refrain from suicide and murder. Shedding blood under the blood moon will only escalate your crimes. You can still repent and make amends if you stop now. Don't harm Ashe Heath - just let him wait quietly in my boots for the tribunal's judgment..."

Boots, my boots... Nago stamped his feet anxiously. Fight if you must, but don't get blood on the boots!

"So do you still think two can't beat six?" Valcas mocked.

Hearing this, Dagger-man forced out an uglier-than-crying smile and tried to hide behind the others, only to find they had all distanced themselves from him. He could only lower his head and say, "Master Uhl, I was just joking earlier. Please..."

"Not funny at all."

"...Please forgive me..."

"Kowtow and I'll forgive you if you split your head open."

Without another word, Dagger-man immediately smashed his head on the ground, looking so pitiful it hurt just to watch. After three knocks, his forehead split open with blood flowing down his nose ridge in two streams.

"Master Uhl, is this enough?"

"Ugly, yes, but your sincerity is adequate. You pass."

Dagger-man relaxed in relief and quickly shrank to the side, not even daring to curse as he cowered submissively.

But everyone understood. After all, the other was a two-winged sorcerer. Although they could probably still defeat him together, was it necessary?

Only Dagger-man had offended Valcas. Why should they risk a bloody battle to the death with the strongest close-combat sorcerer for the sake of a single inmate?

Wouldn't selling out Dagger-man be better?

Dagger-man also knew if Valcas wanted him dead, the others would absolutely stand by and watch, even applaud. Thus, conceding was his only way to survive.

Ashe hurried to Valcas' side, folding his arms as he looked down at these cowardly death row inmates.

Humph, the two of us are so powerful.

"Let's consider this even," said Valcas.

Ashe was baffled by this. "What?"

Without turning his head, Valcas said, "If not for you earlier, I might still be standing on the steel wire."

Ashe blinked. "That? I did it for myself, not to help you specifically."

"Either way, I've repaid this debt. Don't blame me for what happens next."

Ashe was taken aback. "What are you going to do next?"

"What else can I do?"

Valcas let out a cold laugh and flicked his sword.

"Survive like maggots, dance like flies, fight like dung beetles."

Ashe realized something and exited the livestream channel.

"Current highest number of votes: Valcas Uhl, 244,623 votes."