Chapter 383: The Rotten Dog of Nouvelle Vague (1)

Chapter 383: The Rotten Dog of Nouvelle Vague (1)

Early the next morning.

There was an unprecedented uproar in Nouvelle Vague.

"WHAT THE HELL !"

A thunderous shout shook Level 9.

Colonel D'Ordume D D'Orcdile. One of the leading candidates to become the next head of the prison.

He turned his head, his expression filled with rage.

A group of mid-level officers, including Lieutenant Colonel Bastille, stood behind him, heads bowed.

It was because of the escape of Night Hound in the middle of the night.

Colonel D'Ordume had frantically scoured his men after reports of Vikir's disappearance.

But nothing had been reported, except that a mysterious doctor had slipped out of the prisoners' quarters under the guise of quarantine.

Colonel D'Ordume was barely able to contain his anger as he realized that the reason why the siege was so weak in the first place was due to the mysterious explosives found in the Level 10 sector, and Colonel D'Ordume's unreasonable orders to reassign the guards in order to force the construction work around them.

"There was nothing unusual about the night before, how couldn't anyone notice until it came to this?"

At Colonel D'Ordume's accusation, the guards all lowered their heads and remained speechless. Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

Then. A dispatch came in.

"Sir Colonel, I think you should go to the fifth floor!"

D'Ordume's thick eyebrows arched at the report from his out-of-breath subordinate.

The next thing he knew, he was running up the stairs to the fifth floor.

"What the hell...."

The first thing he sees is a giant hole in the wall of the Gulper Eel tank.

The next thing he saw was a large number of dead gulper eels floating in the water.

He couldn't even begin to estimate how many eels had been swept out of the water.

Luckily, the flubber mucus filled in the holes, so the flooding wasn't too bad, but the loss of so many gulper eels was devastating.

It is very difficult to raise gulper eels, and even in the process of becoming an adult, sudden or mysterious deaths occur frequently.

Their growth rate is also extremely fast.

An adult gulper eel could cost as much as a ship, and the loss of such a creature was unspeakable.

... However, Colonel D'Ordume's focus was elsewhere.

Gulper eels were nowhere in sight.

The problem was the little girl squatting in the corner of the tank, shivering.

Wrapped in a towel from the guards, drinking warm sea cow, she was BDISSEM!

" ... What's going on?"

D'Ordume asked in disbelief.

BDISSEM snorted and answered.

"I was trying to catch an escaped prisoner last night and lost him."

"No, I don't know why you're here in the first place... haa."

D'Ordume sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead.

Just then, a figure approached him.

"What are you doing here? You have been slow."

Colonel Souaré. She eyed him with a sneer.

"Is that how you're going to became head of the warden?"

"Shut up, Souaré. I was off duty last night, a once-in-a-year occurrence."

'I can't tell you that I passed out and then woke up and he was gone!'

If she did, it wouldn't be just another day in captivity.

When Warden Orca returned, she might be locked up as a prisoner for life.

"Yeah. There was a hole in the wall! He tried to drag an eel out. He probably took the eel with him, and he's probably wandering around somewhere in a daze right now. Fucking asshole!'

BDISSEM rationalized herself. She said it was something that could not be helped.

And Souaré 's testimony coincidentally backed up BDISSEM's words.

"Come to think of it, the guy who came into the cell this time said something strange, the one on level eight, the guy Sakkuth or something, he said that the Night Hound was about to break out?"

"Sakkuth? the plague leper?"

"Yep. He said some guy named Vikir tipped him off about the escape. I thought it was bullshit and ignored it, but he was right."

The testimony of Sakkuth De Leviathan, who is currently in solitary confinement for his role in a recent riot, was pretty conclusive.

BDISSEM was eventually cleared of the charge of missing an inmate.

"Hey, that's it, I'm going back to my room."

Fearful of being reprimanded by the warden and belittled by subordinates, BDISSEM decided not to dwell on the matter and kept her mouth shut.

D'Ordume felt suspicious in many ways, but decided he could not pursue the investigation further.

A hole in the wall. The missing gulper eel. BDISSEM's unwavering testimony.

In the end, D'Ordume could only nod.

"Night Hound died trying to break out of Nouvelle Vague. I suppose we can treat it that way."

"Well, I agree, it's a shame, he was quite charming."

Even Souaré nodded in agreement.

D'Ordume found Vikir's name in the list he was carrying and scribbled it down.

<Night Hound 'Vikir Van Baskerville'>

With that, Night Hound was officially declared dead in Nouvelle Vague.

"Send a mana transmission to the surface and have it recorded."

D'Ordume roughly tossed the register with Vikir's name crossed out to one of the junior guards beside him.

"Yes, sir. Colonel."

The junior guard bowed his head deeply and took the list with both hands.

He turned and walked away to fulfill D'Ordume's orders.

Souaré caught a glimpse of the junior guard's sideways glance as he walked past her.

He wore a tattered guard's cap, unkempt bushy hair, and a large burn scar across his face.

And a crisp uniform that looked brand new.

The name tag on his chest patch, which looked like it had been freshly inlaid, read 'Garm Nord'.

'The atmosphere is strange? Was there a guy like that among your subordinates?'

Souaré shook off the thought.

'Eh, what the hell.'

She was a colonel and the next head of the prison, there was no way she could remember the names and faces of such a lowlife.

Right now, it was more important to Souaré to make up for the mistake Static D'Ordume had made and put on as much color as she could.

"Anyway. Let's wrap this up. I'll take a look upstairs."

"...."

D'Ordume merely puffed away at his cigar.

The Nouvelle Vague prison break, which could have been an unprecedented event in history, ended somewhat in vain like this.