My Cell Prison

Chapter 241: Oil

Evening.

Three meters wide soft bed Han Dong and Wendy sleep on each side.

Even with the bedding separate, Wendy is always still a little uncomfortable.

"Vice-captain ... are you sleeping?"

"Hmm? Want me to sleep on the floor?"

If not for the king-size bed occupying most of the bedroom, the corridor only side squeeze to sleep, Han Dong is not to sleep with Wendy ... after all, he can see that Miss Wendy usually less contact with the opposite sex.

"No ... no! I just had some trouble sleeping, can I talk to you, Vice-Captain?"

"Hmm."

"Vice-captain ... you can reach such a level and capture two powerful summonses, you should work very hard on a regular basis, right?

Master said that there is no one born to be very powerful, behind the various knight captains there are untold hard work.

Everyone seems to have a great ideal, like give their lives for human freedom.

But I don't have such an ideal nor do I have enough awareness, just a certain amount of work that the master gives me daily and I must finish it.

They say how beautiful the world outside the city is, but that's all in the past ... I do feel it's good to live out my life in the holy city.

Vice-captain, do you have any wishes or ideals as motivation?"

"Live for yourself, isn't that reason enough? ... I'm a selfish person, I don't have any chivalry. Tell me go to sell my life, I will definitely not go."

Poof ...

Wendy laughed out at once.

On weekdays, when she chatted with the apprentices in the blacksmith store, everyone would smugly talk about various great ideals, such as to join the Knights to give everything for the Holy City and other words.

This was the first time Wendy had heard such a reply from Han Dong.

The first time I heard this was when Wendy had some different thoughts inside her and tried to move her body closer to Han Dong who was sleeping on the other side.

Han Dong continued to say.

"Like I said, I don't have any chivalry.

We will encounter more dangers in our next activities within the ancient castle, and if you, Miss Wendy, commit a major transgression and fall into a desperate situation, I will only save myself and may not have the time to save you.

Therefore, it is better for you to rest early and replenish your strength and spirit."

Wendy inwardly trembled, bit her lips no longer have any leaning towards Han Dong, the language is slightly low, "Good ... I will be serious, will not give the vice-captain trouble, good night."

"Good night."

Such a straight answer is Han Dong deliberately said ... he does not quite want the two of them to be too close.

Also because of such a phrase, let Wendy no longer think nonsense, quickly sleep.

"I began to think that Wendy is also disguised out ... did not expect that under the end times, there are such people."

Seeing Wendy completely asleep, Han Dong slowly sat up and had no intention of going to sleep.

If he really needed to rest, he would have returned to his residence directly after acquiring the "key".

There is a reason for choosing to stay in the ancient castle ... wanting to successfully steal the "land deed", not a single second can be wasted.

This time of night and early morning, Han Dong needs to act alone.

But because Wendy's character is a little timid, alone letting her stay in the ancient castle bedroom, she will certainly not sleep and fear all-night, Han Dong had to sleep next to her first, and then alone to act.

It is important to make sure that Wendy is in the best condition when the operation starts tomorrow.

Otherwise, the last step of the plan would not be realized.

"Disguise"

What Han Dong was disguising was not the blacksmith, but Dr. Swell.

Having had in-depth communication with the Doctor, he was able to achieve a high level of imitation in both words and actions.

Tonight's mission was simple.

Obtain the way to the topmost floor of the old castle.,

Gakkakkak~~

Han Dong's two legs split and turned into multiple tentacle suits under the camouflage effect, and a stream of contaminated breath similarly spilled out, leaving the room with a huge swollen head on top.

"Hmm? I didn't expect ... to be quite comfortable moving in this way."

Han Dong experienced for the first time the wonderful feeling of tentacle wriggling and moving, swift and fast ...

I thought it would take some time to get used to it, but currently it moves as smooth as silk.

"Human flesh is inherently flawed, how is such tentacleization not an 'evolution'?" (TN: oh yeah baby, give us those tentacles.)

Before leaving the room, Han Dong deliberately left a letter so that Wendy would not wake up in the middle of the night in a panic.

Wriggling forward in the open red-carpet corridor of the upper district, some of the guards wandering here would take the initiative to greet the doctor.

"According to the description in the map, there is still only one restricted passage to the fourth floor ... only the relatives of the High Lord and his personal butler can pass.

It just so happens that this personal butler lives on the third floor."

Knock, knock, knock!

Han Dong knocked on the door plate with [Butler - Barbara Prisceti] door.

Creak ...

The door opened on its own, and a very greasy smell came out from the inside, with a feeling of crossing into an oil refinery.

This housekeeper is mainly responsible for the nutritional conditioning of the great lord ... Han Dong has been mentally prepared in advance.

"Doctor, what do you want to find me so late?"

Which knows, from the inner room came a surprisingly sultry female voice.

Han Dong learned the doctor's way of speaking, "There is a little problem with the nutritional supply of the [ghoul factory], want to discuss with you ... Moreover, many invaders have entered the tomb area, I continue some strong nutritional products."

"Come in."

Han Dong pushed open the door.

The strong greasy smell came to the surface.

This bedroom was more than three times larger than the blacksmith's room, indicating that there was also a difference in the status of the family officers.

The large bedroom only has a small candle holder hanging at the top, and the room is dimly lit.

Kiri Kiri~ (liquid squeezing sound)

A kind of sticky oil and water constantly spilled out from between the walls on both sides, and even a layer of thick oil was spread between the floor, in a semi-consolidated state, and it was very easy to slip when walking and stepping.

Relying on the tentacle walking Han Dong, but it is not a hindrance.

The most important problem is that the aura emanating from the depths of the room is a step stronger than the barber and blacksmith.

"It's really not easy to deal with ah ... this kind of trouble should be considered by a senior officer.''

The large bed was empty.

This nutritionist and personal butler were working on nutrition in a separate partitioned study.

When wriggling came to the door of the study.

A bizarre scene was presented in front of Han Dong.

The study ... was more like a kind of nutritional refining room.

Some ghouls with high quality flesh would be sent here and this nutritionist would be responsible for refining the ghouls' living oil that contained high nutritional value.

A woman is using candles, carefully baking the skin.

"Barbara ... Long time no see."

"Doctor, I'll be straightforward.

Recently the lord his body decay speed up, need to involve many nutrients ... your factory can not go wrong ah. Otherwise, the lord may use you to refine oil oh!"