My Cell Prison - Chapter 27
Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Returner
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Chen Li, who was contained in the prison, had always been Han Dong’s permanent assistant.
By giving Chen Li the opportunity to strengthen her fate this time, he was indirectly strengthening the prison and enhancing Han Dong’s overall strength.
After all, Chen Li was in the brain prison, always ready to serve, shadowing him wherever he went.
Chen Li held the exquisite Holy Grail in her hands with some confusion.
However, due to their special relationship, she never doubted Han Dong… To a certain extent, Han Dong was her master.
Gulp gulp!
After drinking the liquid in the Holy Grail, it instantly took effect.
A strong malignant aura flowed out from Chen Li’s skin and pores… Even her black hair was affected by this aura, fluttering in the air. Dark veins spread across Chen Li’s arms, her skeleton creaking.
Some minutes passed.
When Chen Li opened her eyes again, the malice shining from them was far stronger than before.
“Successful Evil Refining, the combat rating of the contained subject
[Possessed Chen Li] is raised to: D-” “Chen Li, you’ve become stronger!”
“Hmm … Thank you.”
Feeling the changes in her body, Chen Li was somewhat emotionally shaken, wanting to hug Han Dong… but she held back at the last moment.
“No need to thank me, I still need your help in many ways.
Let’s leave it at that for now. When I go back to the other world, I’ll try to find some food for you, and let you out to move around now and then.”
“Hmm.”
Their relationship was not yet familiar, and Han Dong himself was also a kind of person who didn’t really understand ‘social interaction.’ At the end of their collaboration, he was a bit at a loss for words.
At this point, all the novice-level fate events had ended.
Hum! (Ringing sound)
When he opened his eyes again, Han Dong found himself in the familiar Festival Square.
However, unlike the scene several days ago when thousands of people gathered, now only Han Dong managed to emerge.
Different “Returners” would appear at different times due to the different time limits for each event.
“A Returner! A new Returner…
The square was off-limits.
The ordinary residents around could only vaguely see Han Dong in the center of the square.
Before they could see Han Dong’s face clearly, a soft leather mask was already put on him, hiding his face.
“Get on the horse!”
Looking up, Han Dong spotted that the one who had masked him was a member of the Black Rose Knight Squad.
However, with Han Dong’s weak physique, he was simply unable to clamber onto the horse that was as tall as him… He tried to push himself up a few times with his hands on the horse’s back, but his feet never left the ground.
The knight was impatient. Although he was wearing a mask, he grabbed Han Dong by his linen collar and effortlessly hoisted him onto the horse. The half-modified metal horseshoes galloped, rushing towards the depths of the Holy City.
Wherever the black horse went, people on the road bowed their heads slightly, looking at the knight with a kind of admiring gaze … and a somewhat envious look at Han Dong.
They were well aware that the young man under the knight’s guard was a ‘Returner’ who had made it out of the Fate Space alive this time.
“Are we past the residential area?”
As the horse passed through an inner city river and a security post, it arrived at a wide deserted street.
This was a very different scene from the narrow and dirty roads in the civilian area.
The wide roads were paved with good quality marble and inlaid with cement.
Every fifty meters there was a kerosene street lamp, and various patterns were carved on the brass metal lampposts.
On the right side of the road was a nearly one hundred meter wide inner city canal, where there were some steam-powered ships sailing. Most of them were cargo ships. All of these ships bore huge emblems signifying the ‘units’ they belonged to.
On the left side of the road, there was a dark stone wall about eight meters high.
Han Dong could vaguely see that some kind of transparent, colored patterns occasionally appeared on the surface of the stone wall, seeming to repel anything getting too close.
The stone wall was as long as the road, stretching out as far as the eye could see.
Han Dong did not ask about the destination. After all, the outcome wouldn’t change due to his inquiry. All he needed to do was to follow the knight to the end.
Suddenly.
The black horse halted.
The knight, holding Han Dong, dismounted and stood in front of the stone wall.
As the knight stretched out his hand to touch the wall, an unbelievable thing happened… The spot where his hand touched, the stone wall transformed into an iron door, leading to somewhere unknown.
The knight’s gaze, seen through his goggles, indicated to Han Dong to hurry up and enter.
There was no way back, and no other options.
Walking in the dark corridor for about three thousand meters was nothing to Han Dong who had spent seven years searching for a body in cellular form.
Pushing open a similar iron door at the end.
He entered a spacious, warm room.
The fireplace chased the cold from Han Dong’s body, various metallic decorations hung on the walls around the room, and directly across from him was a long black wooden table with a brass frame.
Sitting inside were three ‘elders’ of different appearances and outfits, They all scrutinized this frail young man in front of them.
One of them was a knight, but unlike the Black Rose Knight Squad, he was wearing an elegant white armor.
With no mask concealing his handsome face and his shoulder-length golden hair fluttering, he gave Han Dong the first impression of a distinctive western Templar Knight.
This handsome knight was the youngest among the three, but he appeared to be no more than forty years old.
Sitting in the middle was a red-robed mage carrying a metal staff.
Yet his size was even larger than the knight’s. His robe couldn’t conceal his muscular body, along with his thick beard… He looked just like a Barbarian characters with a strength advantage in a game, who mistakenly chose to be a mage.
Han Dong estimated that this man’s physical magic might be even more powerful than elemental magic.
The third one was a middle-aged woman in saintly attire, the red stripes contrasted with the white, symbolizing her noble status.
She also had a pair of clear, pale eyes, giving others a sense of comfort and ease.
Of the three, this woman seemed the easiest to talk to.
“This is my first time seeing a ‘Returner’ with such a poor physical condition… But congratulations are still in order, Valen. Nicholas. You’ve done well to rise from the civilian sector.”
After the bearded mage’s comments, he asked:
“Now, you need to describe your Fate Event in detail, including the type, difficulty, requirements, and the rewards you finally won.
Don’t worry about time, the more detailed you are, the easier it is for us! And you will get a more accurate ‘Apprentice Review’.”
“May I ask … what’s going on first?”
Han Dong needed to understand his current situation, the other party’s objective, and then respond ‘appropriately’.
“This is a basic questionnaire that all ‘Returners’ undergo. After recording your related experiences, we will assign you the title of ‘Apprentice Knight’ based on your circumstances.
You will proceed to the National Royal Academy of Knights for professional studies.
To prepare for the next journey to the ‘Fate Space’! You will dedicate everything for the survival of mankind!”
