318 Power Released (1/2)

Chapter 318: Power Released

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Cool wind sneaked into the place. There was no moonlight outside at all that night.

In the darkness, Lucien was sitting in the bed and listening carefully. He quickly went through his whole plan again in his mind. Making sure that there was no major mistake in it, Lucien took a deep breath and got off the bed. Slowly, he put on his shoes, bent forward and tied his shoelaces. Then, he slightly adjusted the sleeves of his linen shirt. He did these things slowly but carefully, in order to mentally prepare himself for the rest of the night.

This was the night when Lucien was going to get out of this place!

After failing again to obtaining a new body, the witch would definitely work even harder on removing the seal. Therefore, right now it was the best time for Lucien to carry out his plan!

Although Adam's and his own reasoning could be wrong—the witch could be in fact not working on cracking the seal underground every month when the silver moon's power declined—, Lucien decided to take the risk, since he knew that the longer he stayed here, the more likely he was going to die here. Adam, the prisoner who had spent several decades here, was most likely just an exception.

Warming his body up a bit, Lucien walked to the wall on the right and gently knocked at it.

The brick was pulled out from the other side. Carina, although still feeling a bit sleepy, was quite excited, ”Yes, Mr. Lucien? Are we leaving now?”

She had been waiting for that day for quite a long time. From the conversations, Alva, Bullard as well as Carina had all known that the end and the beginning of every month was the best time for them to get out of this place. In the past several days, Carina saw Lucien sleep and eat well as usual, so she felt quite anxious. She also dared not to ask, since after all, Lucien was the one who had the plan and the power to carry out the escape.

”Yes, get yourself prepared. If I fail, you have to be the one getting the servants in here,” said Lucien in a very calm way, as if they were just having a casual conversation.

Before tonight, Lucien had never told anyone his plan.

Carina suddenly felt nervous, ”Got it. I'm at your command, sir.”

Lucien nodded. And then he walked to the iron door and started to hit the door with his right palm. The noise was loud. The two servants on the night shift tonight exchanged a confused look, and then the red-faced servant scolded Lucien, ”Bastard! What are you doing? You want the taste of my whip?”

It was late. The servants had never experienced a jailbreak there before. As the prisoners had all lost their power, their major duty was to make sure that their master's experiment materials were physically and mentally fine, or the job could directly be given to those flesh-golems who did not have any consciousness and thinking ability.

They were about to fall asleep when Lucien started to make the noise. They were both pissed.

Lucien seemed to be quite pissed as well, as he responded angrily, ”The dinner I've just eaten sucked! I'm hungry now! I need food!”

”Jerk! Who do you think you are? Are you out of your mind?” The red-faced servant cursed, ”You're just a fu*king prisoner! You want food? I've got some whips for you! Shut the fu*k up!”

Lucien did not care. He continued to kick the iron door. And the rest of the prisoners were wakened up.

Lucien shouted to them, ”You two disgusting things! I said I want food! Right now! Keep this in mind! I'm a prisoner, but I'm also the most valuable experiment material your master has ever got! If my body becomes weaker from starving, the witch is gonna really teach you some lessons! You guys are like her dogs! No, not even close to her dogs! I command you to bring me food right now!”

The red-faced servant now was totally furious. His eyes squinted and roared to the guy on the other side of the iron door, ”You bloody bastard! Let me teach you… who is the dog here!”

He picked up the thick whip and was about to rush into the cell.

At this time, the taller servant stopped him. He said to the red-faced in low voice, ”Wait… It's not like him. He is probably playing some tricks…”

”Remember what he said on the patio? He said he was gonna kill the master like an ant! He's always been an arrogant lunatic bastard. He was just pretending to be elegant and polite!” The red-faced servant had found Lucien rather annoying for some time, especially when seeing Lucien acting like a well-mannered gentleman even after becoming the prisoner of the witch.

He lowered his voice, too, in case Lucien could hear their conversation. And then the red-faced servant added, ”He's wearing the collar and the shackles. Even if he's got some tricks or plans, there's nothing to worry about. You stay here, and we've still got the flesh-golems on the way out. What can he do? This bastard needs to learn some manners here.”

Since the red-faced man had become a servant here in the magic tower, no prisoners who had lost his or her power dared to challenge them or try to escape. Besides, his power was also of the level of a high-level squire. Facing the young sorcerer who always looked humble and elegant, the red-faced servant had never seen him as a threat.

”That makes sense.” The taller servant nodded and put down his hand that was grabbing the other servant's arm. ”He's a sorcerer. Although he's also a knight, the power must come from some certain potions. He can't be physically really strong. I'll stay here. You go and teach him how to be a good boy!”

Holding the whip, the red-faced servant took out a big chain of keys and said to Lucien with his teeth grinding, ”I've got some food here. If you need anything else, you can tell me later.”

”Good. You're a dog, so you'd better be a good dog!” Lucien was still being rather rampant.

The red-faced servant inserted the key into the iron door and opened it.

Hearing the sound, Lucien swiftly dodged to the corner behind the door and stood there with his back against the wall.

The red-faced servant fiercely pushed the door open and snapped his whip, ”Come and get your food, boy!”

The whip had lots of barbs on it. The end of the whip directly went to the messy blanket on the bed.