Chapter 1630

I really didn't expect that, only on my first day in the Kingdom of Sika Laiwen, I would already be "visiting the palace" for the second time...

Sitting by the pool in the luxurious single "cell," after bending down to dampen the old clothes in his hand, Leon held the rag he had improvised from them and, with a dark face, began to scrub the... dust off his body.

Damn your ancestors!

Recalling those small jars that had come crashing down like a torrential downpour, and the... dust that had piled up nearly three meters thick on the ground in the end, Leon's expression couldn't help but turn ferocious.

Although he had "participated" in this affair, he was almost entirely passive; the person who truly dug up the ancestral graves of the Kingdom of Sika Laiwen was the Ophiuchus Director, who had scraped clean every bit of that so-called ointment, and the Director, who had activated the effect of 【Fortune and Misfortune Depend on Each Other】 to guide the Ophiuchus Director into completely emptying the ointment.

So, he had actually just been dragged into this by the two of them working together; no matter how you calculate it, he wasn't the principal offender, not even an accomplice—he could only be called an uninformed victim.

But the problem is that those two bastards, who had joined forces to cause such a catastrophe and had swept away all the ancestors of the Kingdom of Sika Laiwen in one go, hadn't shown their faces at all!

Therefore, in Prince Vernon's memory, today's reception process was that he and Leon had a small dispute, he had forcibly dragged him to the cell to take a look, and then not long after they came out of the cell, he had suddenly lost consciousness.

And when he regained consciousness, what he saw was the collapsed Profound Sanctuary and himself, beneath the ancestors' ashes flying all over the sky, with an expression on his face like his father had just died.

Damn your ancestors!

Using the dampened old clothes to lash fiercely at his trouser legs twice, after shaking off all the ancestors of the Red-Haired Director—who knows how many generations back—into the pool, Leon, who had taken the fall for others for no reason, couldn't help but fiercely make a mental note against her.

You ran away, fine, but couldn't you have said one more sentence about how it wasn't me before you left? Damn it... even if you really had a reason and were excusable this time, I've noted this debt down!

"Knock! Knock-knock!"

Just as Leon was scrubbing the Red-Haired Director's ancestors while simultaneously scrubbing her ancestors fiercely in his heart, a knock suddenly sounded outside the golden-thread-embroidered scale-patterned door of the luxurious single cell.

"Sin... Your Highness the Prince, your specific sentence has been determined."

Accompanied by the sound of an involuntary gulp, the person outside notified him cautiously through the door panel:

"You have today held the Prince hostage, forcibly broken into the Sanctuary, destroyed the ancestral land, and blasphemed the Church... committing a total of eleven 'unforgivable' major crimes in the "Libra Code," and you should be executed at sunrise tomorrow morning; no one is permitted to obstruct this.

But according to the exemption rules of the "Scepter Regulations," firstly, you have a noble status; secondly, you are not a citizen of our country; and thirdly, there are still doubts about the case, so the death penalty is temporarily commuted to imprisonment. The specific sentence is... forty-three thousand nine hundred and sixty years... and seven months."

"..."

Forty-three thousand years... has the entire history of modern humanity even been that long? You might as well just sentence me to death; it would be better to just send me to reunite with Senior Auntie Ai Ma!

"Buzz~"

Hmm?

Hearing the familiar noise in his ear, Leon, who was filled with speechlessness, couldn't help but have his eyes light up.

Although it was annoying to take the fall for no reason, if he could get a good badge because of it, that wouldn't be impossible! Speaking of which, with his super-long sentence of over forty thousand years, the level of this badge must be at least Gold, right?

In Leon's incredibly expectant gaze, at the very bottom of the badge panel, a brand-new, glittering golden badge had actually appeared.

【Due to bearing an unprecedentedly huge grievance, you have received a long sentence even more severe than the death penalty; you have successfully activated the Gold-level hidden badge "Grievance of Flying Snow"】

【Grievance of Flying Snow: Under the influence of various factors such as a tragic life background, cold human relationships, and a realistic society, an innocent person suffers a great grievance sufficient to make snow fly in June】

【Wearing effect: Blood Splatters on White Silk, Flying Snow in June, Three Years of Great Drought.

Blood Splatters on White Silk: Having suffered an unjust grievance and being executed, the blood in your body will splatter onto white cloth, and not a single drop will fall to the ground, to prove your innocence.

Flying Snow in June: After you are executed due to the grievance, a great blizzard will fall during the hottest season of June that year, and the snow depth will reach three feet, to prove your innocence.

Three Years of Great Drought: The location where you were unjustly executed is also wrong, so this place will lose precipitation for a long time, maintaining an extreme drought for over three years, until your grievance is cleared】

【Advancement route: None】

【Hidden trait (no need to wear): After being executed due to being unjustly accused, the grievance you suffered will definitely be cleared】

"..." Get lost! Why are you joining in the fun at a time like this!

Looking at this new badge, which was basically all "death rattle" effects and could only be used after he was thoroughly dead, Leon's mouth couldn't help but twitch fiercely. He then closed the badge panel with a dark face and beckoned to the door of the single cell.

"Eek!"

Accompanied by a scream, the door of the luxurious single cell swung wide open, revealing the terrified jailer outside.

"You... what are you doing?"

Looking at Leon, who was walking toward him with a dark face, the man wearing a silk black tailcoat—who looked far more like a butler than a jailer—couldn't help but retreat half a step timidly, then reminded him tremblingly:

"Even if you are a Prince, escaping prison will add to your sentence!"

"Add! Add whatever you want!"

Damn it, add as much as you want! Just wait and see if I'll stay! If it weren't to find a place to scrub the Director's ancestors off my body, the hell would I come back here!

Snatching the notification document from the jailer's hand and adding a zero directly after the sentence, Leon, in an extremely bad mood, shoved the document back and asked with a gloomy face:

!

"Where is the Wang Gong?"

"The... the Wang Gong?"

Hearing this, the jailer couldn't help but tremble all over, stuttering:

"You're going to the Wang Gong... what for?"

"I'm going to seek justice! What else could I be doing? Escape prison and then run over to surrender?"

"..."

Well... that seems to make sense?

Hearing Leon's words, the jailer couldn't help but blink, his tense expression softening slightly, but soon he couldn't help but shake his head:

"No! You can't! What if you..."

"What if I really wanted to do something? Then after I get out, I'll just find a high place to look, and then head toward the tallest and most magnificent building; I'll be able to find the Wang Gong just the same, right?"

"..."

"Hurry up and tell me, I just need directions. If you don't tell me, I'll just ask someone else; who in Daguan wouldn't know where the Wang Gong is?"

"..."

After pondering for a moment, finding that the situation was indeed as Leon said—the Wang Gong was so conspicuous that hiding it would be in vain, and he might even get beaten up more—the exclusive jailer of the luxurious single cell chose to yield, raising his hand and pointing tremblingly in one direction.

"Go that way, cross five streets, and after passing the Libra Court building... hmm?"

Looking at Leon, who had suddenly disappeared, and the old clothes left by the pool, the jailer's lips couldn't help but tremble twice.

Where is he? He just escaped prison like that? Mother of No Light above... you could have at least sat in prison for a day just to go through the motions! Justice!

(End of chapter)