My Cell Prison

Chapter 216: Taking Charge

Han Dong did not expect the situation to turn out this way at all.

The yellow seal was branded on the back of his left hand.

This was indeed true.

But it had to be when the yellow-robed mystic needed the goods from 'author' before he would contact Han Dong, or Han Dong would activate it on his own initiative, for the seal to sense something.

Currently, it was by no means Han Dong who activated the seal.

In other words, it was the subjective appearance of the yellow-robed mystic who was clearly not here for the 'author'.

Through such a sacrificial formation, the reverse drawing of the sacrificial stone room, and even the entire [Ghoul Factory]'s energy had been siphoned off by a large portion.

Only then was the temporary arrival of this yellow-robed mystic allowed.

"You, are!?"

Not at all on the same level.

Dr. Swollen was essentially an Inhuman who had advanced from a cultist and was not yet at the level of an Inhuman Demon.

This yellow-robed man, himself at a higher level than a foreign devil.

In the face of such a presence, Dr. Swelling is unable to achieve even the most basic of life traits.

A primal emotion of fear is brought out by gazing upon such a sight. In addition to fear, Dr. Swelling has difficulty producing a second.

There is no opportunity for the Doctor to struggle at all.

Beneath the yellow robe, some substance was writhing slightly.

Tiny white tentacles twisted between the sleeve robe, building a pure white arm, matching the size of an adult's arm, but with flesh as white and soft as a baby.

When such a hand falls on the Doctor's head.

It instantly made changes to his level of consciousness; in layman's terms it was 'brainwashing'.

A yellow seal formed in the Doctor's giant brain and was directly transformed into an absolute believer in the yellow robe.

As for Han Dong, he was completely stunned, quietly watching all of this.

The yellow-robed man summoned through the sacrifice formation was still not the original body.

Just like the one once seen in the study, there was a circle of black outlines around its body, as if it did not belong to this dimension, it had only descended for a period of time through the [Incarnation].

Brainwashing complete.

Dr. Swollen looked pious and lowered his head slightly.

Next, the yellow-robed one turned around and stood opposite to Han Dong.

It seemed to dislike talking.

The last time we met, the message was conveyed by writing words on the bathroom mirror.

This time, a yellowish gas was emitted from the bottom of the hood.

The gas automatically spread out in the air, printing a series of curved and twisted odd words that Han Dong's little magic eye automatically interpreted.

This is a sub-lair controlled by 'Little Mo'.

If I ask it directly for it, it should also be good enough to transfer this place to me, But I'm not claiming it for myself, I'm planning to let you take over this place.

Your body comes with a small number of ghoulish attributes, as well as a hidden Old King temperament.

Those who have lived in the Holy City for a long time must think ahead to the day when they will be exposed and expelled, I will grant this place to you as your first lair outside the city.

Oh! According to the words you humans use, you should say 'home'.

You can take direct control of this low-level person through the Yellow Seal.

After you take care of the deeper mother, you'll be able to quietly take over the place.

"Senior, this." Han Dong was stunned.

The yellow-robed mysterious person currently showing up, but let it be for Han Dong's sake, this boggled Han Dong's mind.

Han Dong never thought that he would encounter pie in the sky, and the yellow-robed person must have a purpose for doing so.

Under the hood, yellow gas was once again spat out, and the relevant text was reflected.

The author you provided me with last time [Alaiyeet Bunnis] was great! Assist me in improving the construction and filling of the framework of the Dragon World.

This counts as a small reward for you.

Also, you're quite interesting yourself. If, in follow-up, you perform well enough, I can also create a full-length novel based on you as a [Human], which will be interesting.

Work hard, human!"

"Thank you, Senior."

Han Dong verbally said thank you, but inside, he had difficulty understanding the thoughts of this high-ranking existence.

In the blink of an eye.

The yellow-robed mystic, carrying the mist and various white young tentacles that covered the stone chamber, disappeared in an instant.

Everything returned to its original state.

Dr. Swollen looked respectful as he asked, "Lord Messenger in Yellow, what do you want?"

Hearing such a title, Han Dong was stunned and also immediately got into his role, giving instructions.

"You continue to pretend to obey the orders of the Great Lords.

Find a suitable reason that can be used to explain the unexpected situation just now, when we have settled the Great Lord, I will come back to assign the relevant tasks to you."

Dr. Swollen nodded in succession, "As ordered, in addition, the arrival of Lord Yellowjacket just now has caused a large amount of energy loss.

The Ghoul Factory is currently operating at low capacity, The Great Lord will be here soon to check on the situation.

Lord Apostle, please leave quickly!

If the Great Lords find out about my relationship with you, there will be no way for things to be disguised."

Saying that, a fleshy passage appeared in the stone room that led to the outer layer.

"Mm."

Han Dong had originally wanted to ask about the secrets of the Great Manor from this person, so he would have to find another opportunity to ask about it next time.

"Lord Messenger, take care."

"By the way, give me some ghoul teeth."

"Good!"

The ghoul teeth used to submit to the vigil were pocketed and quickly departed.

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Inside the small town.

It was three o'clock in the morning.

The newcomer squad all went to sleep one after the other, and occasional snores could be heard coming from the blacksmith Wendy's room.

However.

There was one person in the team who had not fallen asleep.

Mia, wearing half a mask, was currently sitting on the top floor of the house, observing the surrounding streets, to be precise, she was simply waiting for Han Dong to return.

"Scum!!! Complete scum!"

Mia pursed her lips.

"Obviously there's already that handsome blond guy, and now he's banging Captain Kemon's grandson!

Talking about shopping exchange plans in the middle of the night, it's been hours and you're still not back. I'm afraid it's not an exchange in bed, right?

Scum! I'm going to tell the little blond guy about this."

That's when.

Mia's unique night vision spotted the two men that were walking back from the side of the road.

It was impossible to hear the conversation, but the two appeared to be 'close'.

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Due to Han Dong's slightly smaller stature.

Due to the shared experience of this vigil event, Abel also used to put his arm on his shoulder.

"Friend Nicholas! That's fantastic! When the training is over, we will be able to receive an additional Nightwatchman medal.

In the future, you can choose the special position of Vigilante when you take the Investigator's Certificate.

The time you disappeared halfway through was worrying me to death, but luckily it's fine!"

"Small matter, you get some rest, Captain."

"Hmm."

The two of them returned to their respective rooms in the residence, and Abel fell asleep as soon as he laid down.

The intensity of the action on this first day was far greater than expected, and Abel was somewhat unable to resist even if he was physically fit, especially with the subsequent hunting of ghouls, which had almost exhausted his physical energy.

As for Han Dong, he was fine.

The matter of the barber was basically Togo's doing the whole thing. He was only in charge of pointing the way for the night watch mission.

When he first entered the first-floor room that belonged to him.

Crunch.

There was a scraping sound of nails.

The shadow of a humanoid spider was lying on the glass window, its venom-laden mouth seeming to repeat two words with a grim look in its eyes.