My Cell Prison - Chapter 55
Chapter 55: Chapter 55 Arrangement
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
“What kind of power is this!?”
During the transformation of the crow into the “Doctor’s beak suit”, Han Dong’s reverence for Mr. Black White deepened even further.
A raven feather spat out from his mouth could transform into an intelligent raven, let alone further evolve into a ‘suit’.
At the same time, Han Dong also unveiled the “Plague Doctor’s Short Blade”, creating a perfect match for this outfit, much like a medieval death doctor.
Han Dong drew out the Fate Weapon for the sole purpose of testing whether it had a unique function in such a particular environment.
“Hmm!?”
As Han Dong gently shook the short sword, he discovered that the floating fungal spores gathered all by themselves, covering the sword blade to enhance the damage done in the next attack.
In addition.
Perhaps because Han Dong was carrying a special short sword or wearing a distinctive bird beak doctor’s suit, all the organisms in the old sewers tried their best to avoid him.
Following the indications of the guiding signs, covered in mushrooms.
Bypassing the complicated sewer passages.
Crossing over the ponds where skull-shaped fungal toxins were bubbling up.
Round the corner where giant spotted mushrooms grew.
At last, he arrived at an iron door labeled “Fungal Mushroom Research Room (Pasha Buhart)”.
Using 100% of his ghoul strength, Han Dong managed to turn the hydraulic dial to open the iron door.
After going through a quarantine passage and a heavy spray of disinfectant to wash off the various fungi and spores that had attached to him, Han Dong finally made it to the office of the First Mentor.
It was bare but clean.
There was a work desk filled with assorted papers and reagent samples.
A wooden bookshelf stood against the wall, lined with numerous books about plague studies.
Strange magic array sketched on the wall, along with illustration related to the human body.
And a wooden bed in the corner of the room.
There was no sign of the equipment used for fungus research… apparently, the laboratory should be separate from the personal office.
Mrs. Pasha was writing something at the wooden desk, wearing a pair of copper-rimmed glasses.
She didn’t turn around when Han Dong walked in and asked indifferently: “What did Mr. Black White want you to stay behind for?”
Han Dong explained the situation briefly. As soon as he mentioned the two-week time limit, the pen in Mrs. Pasha’s hand paused, and she turned her head to look at him with a frown.
“What! Two weeks! Are you being sent to your death?”
In Pasha’s own experience.
To enter the true sense of Fate Space, one term is not enough, at least half a term is needed!
Only those who have acquired and mastered the most basic abilities of mysticism have the qualifications to go to the Fate Space. It was also best to be well-prepared ‘materially’ and adjust oneself to the best state…otherwise, it would be a road to death.
Mrs. Pasha suppressed her emotions and continued:
“This arrangement must also be made by Mr. Black White. There must be a reason for it.
As there isn’t much time, let’s start the study of ‘plague studies’ today. For the next two weeks, you will stay right here in the office and not return to the student dorms!”
Pasha pointed to the wooden bed next to her.
“Then… what about you, Mrs. Pasha?”
“I will sleep with you.”
Han Dong was startled, his thinking somewhat affected.
Pasha quickly corrected, “What I meant was, you sleep on this wooden bed, I will sleep in the rest room next door.”
“Umm… Mrs. Pasha, do you have any other students?”
When Pasha was asked about this, she coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment.
*cough, cough* … I have relatively high demands for students, and many students cannot adapt to the harsh environment of the “Old Sewer”.
Even if they show a certain degree of talent in plague studies, they are unwilling to study down here; they’d rather stay inside the tower, under those professors.”
To briefly summarize it.
With a bad track record, a poor environment, and high requirements…how could she recruit students?
In this way, Han Dong becomes Pasha Buhart’s first student and the first member of the research group.
Just then, Pasha caught sight of the short blade in Han Dong’s left hand. Upon seeing the layer of green aura covering the surface of the blade, she seemed quite surprised:
“A Fate Weapon with Plague Attribute… Where did you get that from?”
“I hope Mrs. Pasha can keep it a secret. I left this part out when I enrolled… The ‘Plague Doctor’s Short Blade’ is a hidden reward from the first Fate event.”
A Hidden event.
Pasha very well knew what it meant.
Fate events were inherently dangerous. To discover and complete a hidden event under such peril required formidable personal capabilities. Obtaining a Fate Weapon in a beginner event was unheard of to Pasha.
… Not bad.”
Pasha tried to conceal her astonishment as much as possible.
An Apprentice Knight who managed to complete a hidden event in his beginner stage was unheard of to her.
She started to understand why Mr. Black White was particularly interested in Han Dong.
Just like that, the two of them began to chat about some basic information, providing a mutual understanding.
When the topic moved to Han Dong’s understanding of ‘Plague Studies’, Han Dong recalled and recounted some knowledge about ‘Pathology’ and ‘Mycology’ from his past life.
To be honest.
In terms of understanding foundational scientific knowledge, especially regarding fungal and bacterial organisms, Han Dong indeed surpassed Mrs.
Pasha…
However, what Han Dong needed to learn now was not fundamental knowledge, but how to wield the power of ‘Plague’.
Therefore, while explaining what he knew, Han Dong was a little evasive… he explained only some ‘surface’ level understandings.
“Hmm… You have some knowledge base, which should save us quite some time.” Mrs. Pasha admitted.
Next.
Just when Han Dong was about to explain the situation about the “Ghoul Arm”.
The creature changed back into a crow and even emitted the voice of Mr. Black White. It explained Han Dong’s situation directly, then, using Mr. White’s authority as head of department, asked Pasha to keep it a secret.
With this, there was no need for Han Dong to explain further.
“Okay, Mr. Black White… just two weeks?”
“Yes, in two weeks, ensure that Nicholas can skillfully use the Ghoul Arm.
At the same time, let him be able to utilize the true power of the Fate Weapon… Moreover, teach him some basic Plague control technique.”
“Okay.”
After the discussion ended, the crow, with its black eyes, looked at Han Dong.
“I’ve thought it over, and I’ll let this crow serve as your ‘goggles’.
After a soul binding with you, this crow will completely sever its connection with me… It can automatically switch between a ‘living crow’ and ‘bird beak suit’. ” “Thank you, Mr. Black White.” With that.
The crow flew to Han Dong’s wrist.
With its sharp beak, it pricked Han Dong’s fingertip, drank a drop of blood to establish a permanent connection.
At the same time, a black feather mark appeared on the back of Han Dong’s hand, through which he could control this special crow with thought.
Meaning, the crow now belonged to Han Dong, and no longer had any connection with Mr. Black White.
Suddenly, the solemn atmosphere in the office changed.
Mrs. Pasha, who was always well-dressed, always cheerful, suddenly revealed a strange smile…
Intentionally messing up her hair.
She took out a bottle of homemade white wine and two clean wine glasses from the bottom drawer of her desk.
Nonchalantly, she kicked off her heels,
And then, she put her long beautiful legs on the desk.
The appearance of a worker slacking off work as soon as the supervisor’s gaze was removed.
Her moist tongue sliding on her lips seemed to be eager to taste the flavor of the wine.
Her elegant teacher image was completely gone. With the combination of Pasha’s beautiful face and stunning figure, she now emitted a great amount of ‘seductiveness’.
She filled up a glass of wine, handing it to Han Dong.
“Would you like a drink? Alcohol saved my life in the Old Sewers. I have no faith, I only believe in it….”
