Chapter 125: Sylphine in the Infirmary

Chapter 125: Sylphine in the Infirmary

You cant escape.

In the infirmary, Sylphine was sweating profusely, her hands covered in fluids. Ashe let out a comfortable hmm, openly enjoying the medics labor.

Dont be so presumptuous. Maybe a miracle will happen!

Miracles are created by oneself, not by hoping for realitys mercy. Sylphine said calmly, In the Bloodmoon Kingdom, any transportation, consumption, and even vagrancy requires verification by the Miracle Chip. It is quite impressive that you were able to completely remove the Miracle Chip from your body in prison, but it also means you have lost the qualifications to live in modern society. You will be unable to enjoy any public facilities or services the only place you can sleep from now on is under a cardboard box on the overpass.

I can live in the wilderness.

What about salt? Shelter? Can you find prey? Not to mention, although there are indeed vagabond survivalists living in the wilderness, its only because the Heresy Court is too lazy to deal with them. After the ruckus youve caused, the Heresy Court will definitely find ways to hunt you down.

But its still better than waiting here to die.

The Blood Moon Tribunal only means possible death, while your choice to escape guarantees death. Sylphine glanced at him, applying more force with her hands, Now even the Human Rights Association has no reason to defend you all. The Heresy Court will issue a Special Arrest Warrant, allowing the Blood Mad Hunters to kill you escapees on site.

Ashe let out a hmm. At least I can choose how I die.

I didnt realize you were such a tough person.

Sylphine shook her head and used a tissue to wipe her hands. Alright, the bleeding has basically stopped. By the way, what are you hmm-ing about over there?

Lying on the bed in front of Sylphine was a severely injured cannibal. Its wounds were nearly gangrenous, forcibly scraped away by Sylphine before being wrapped in bandages, only then did its breathing gradually stabilize as it lay unconscious on the bed.

Thanks. We dont have anyone who can treat the living over there. Ashe waved the earpick in his hand. I was digging my ear and felt so comfortable I couldnt help but cry out, sorry about that.

Digging your ears feels that good?

Maybe because I can dig while sitting down. As you know, the bathroom doesnt even have chairs. Aside from a mans thighs, theres nowhere else to sit. Ashe came over to check on Fernand Snows condition. Will he be alright?

Cannibals have strong regenerative abilities. Hell wake up after a few more hours. Sylphine asked, How did he get injured?

Ashe looked at the crow mask in surprise. Sylphine didnt avoid his gaze, staring straight at him.

Do you really feel like your only option in Shattered Lake Prison is death? In less than a month, youve come up with feasible ways to escape, establishing your position in the prison Even if, as you say, someone outside the prison has framed you, do you really only have this path to take?

Compared to escaping Shattered Lake Prison and becoming enemies with the entire Bloodmoon Kingdom, wouldnt it be simpler, safer to find loopholes and survive in Shattered Lake Prison?

If you just wanted to live ignobly, you wouldnt have chosen the most dangerous path of escape. Youre doing this to satisfy some desire, even willing to bet your life on it.

Ashe was slightly startled.

Carefully recalling his actions over the past half month, he realized that he did seem to have never considered accepting the laws punishment No, bearing Heaths blame and spending the rest of his life in prison.

From the beginning, he had been thinking about how to escape. Auroras Sorcerer Handbook, the swordswoman, Igor These were all opportunities for his escape, but the idea of escaping seemed to be deeply rooted in his mind, never wavering.

Did he not know the extremely low chance of a successful escape, and the risk of death?

Did he not know that even if he succeeded, what awaited him would still be endless pursuit?

He could almost foresee his own outcome hungry, cold, tired, every person he encountered an enemy, no longer a place for him in the Bloodmoon Kingdom.

A person cannot resist the collective, they can only blend into the collective.

In fact, if he just wanted to live ignobly, there should still be other ways. For example, taking out his knowledge reserves, copying texts and the like, greatly increasing his contribution; or carefully preparing a xiangsheng/crosstalk script, turning the Blood Moon Tribunal into his own show.

There were many, many more, each method safer than his escape, some even with higher success rates.

But whydid he not have any thoughts of surrender or compromise from the start?

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