"Where is Xima Lynch?" A gruff voice came from the cell next door. "Holly, I don't believe there's such a thing as pure eyes in this world, and I certainly don't believe nobles have a conscience, unless you tell me the scandal about Xima Lynch."
"Leen, shut up." Feeling his professionalism questioned, Simon angrily rebuked.
"Only an idiot like you would believe the stories he made up." Leen sneered. "Idiot, can't you see he's just toying with you? Predictive martial souls don't work the way he says, and I've never heard of anyone awakening half a martial soul..."
Simon cast a suspicious glance at Du Ge.
Du Ge smiled. "Leen, you might want to move half a step to the side."
"Why should I listen to you?" Leen retorted.
Before he finished speaking.
Smack!
Leen yelped, "What the hell?"
"Leen, if you had listened to me, that piece of falling wall plaster wouldn't have hit your head." Du Ge smiled and continued.
Thanks to Simon, Du Ge's consciousness covered the surrounding cells, making him fully aware of their layout.
The damp, cold cell walls were covered with water droplets. With Du Ge's current water control abilities, making a piece of plaster fall was a piece of cake.
Leen suddenly fell silent.
Simon curiously walked over and glanced into Leen's cell, his eyes widening.
Leen's head and one shoulder were covered in dust, and the plaster above his head had indeed fallen.
Plaster falling in the prison was common, but for Du Ge to predict it so accurately was not.
At this moment.
Leen was staring blankly at the fallen plaster above his head, clearly shaken by Du Ge's predictive ability.
"Now do you believe me?" A small prank had proven his words true, but the attribute of integrity had quietly decreased a bit. However, Du Ge was satisfied with his handiwork and didn't mind the small loss.
"Mr. Holly, you really can foresee danger." Simon walked back, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Du Ge.
"That wasn't danger just now. I usually wouldn't bother with such things." Du Ge smiled. "And I must correct you, I don't foresee danger; I only foresee the disasters about to happen to others." ????
"What about Xima Lynch?" Leen's voice came again. "If she's really the slut you say she is, why did you save her?"
Du Ge's attributes continued to rise. It had to be said that the new persona he created had taken root among the surrounding people.
At least in the minds of these criminals, he was now a righteous man.
...
At this moment.
Simon, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to make a decision. He suddenly took the keys from his waist and went to unlock Du Ge's cell. "Mr. Holly, you shouldn't die here. I'm going to let you go..."
"Good job, Simon," Leen said. "I respect you as a hero."
"Simon, you don't have to do this." Through the cell door, Du Ge stopped Simon's hand from unlocking it.
"Why?" Simon asked. "It's the middle of the night. I'll distract the other guards, and no one will know you left."
"If I wanted to leave, this prison couldn't hold me." Du Ge smiled, let go of Simon's hand, and grabbed the cell door with both hands, applying a bit of force.
With a teeth-grinding sound, the iron bars of the cell door were pulled apart by him.
"This..." Simon was dumbfounded.
"Understood." Du Ge looked at Simon through the human-sized hole. "Awakening half a martial soul is still an awakening. Although I look like an ordinary person, under the influence of the martial soul, I'm very strong. This cell can't hold me..."
"Why didn't you leave?" Simon swallowed, dumbfounded. "You're on death row."
"If I leave, what will happen to you?" Du Ge looked at Simon, continuing to play the righteous card. "All of you will be punished by Grand Duke Lynch. My conscience won't allow me to leave."
Saying this.
He bent the iron bars back, but perhaps due to poor craftsmanship, the bars snapped with a crack when restored.
Then.
Du Ge's attributes increased again.
"..." Simon looked at Du Ge, feeling something blocking his chest, unable to speak for a long time. If he had any doubts before, now he was completely convinced that Du Ge was a good person, always thinking of others.
"Idiot!" Leen's angry voice came from the side, filled with frustration. "How can there be such an idiot in this world?"
"I've offended Grand Duke Lynch, Prince Nelson, and many nobles who admire Xima Lynch. Even if I escape from prison, where can I go?" Du Ge sighed. "Escaping is easy, but my father and my clan would be implicated."