Library Tea Party
1269 Words
"I do understand your request, but I don't quite get it Warden, what do you gain from doing such a thing?" Witch Daley sat in a chair with a cup of black tea in her hand.
"I don't really understand your motives either." Necromancer Arsenal, who was sitting on the side, poured tea into the cup with an expressionless face, "In the end, getting that gangster cadre killed won't help you in any substantial way, there's only pure risk. Silk Rhine's target for revenge is Carmilla and not him, as long as she doesn't accept the truth, even if you help her get her revenge this way, she still won't be able to get relief."
The prison's library reading room, where Aiden was having a tea party with Daley and Arsenal.
In exchange for their help in managing the prison for Aiden, Aiden allowed these two to spare two hours a day to continue their own f*******n art research within this library.
This time, when he had to find the two of them to discuss matters, he simply walked to the library himself directly during this event period.
"I'll find another way to solve the Silk Rhine problem." Aiden took the tea Arsenal had poured, "Are my motives that important? Since when do I have to report to you guys when I do something?"
Daley and Arsenal glanced at each other before speaking towards Aiden at the same time:
"I'm not worried about you!" Daley had a concerned look on her face.
"I'm afraid you'll lose someone in the gutter." Arsenal, still remained expressionless.
Aiden's hand, which was holding his teacup to his mouth, stopped in mid-air and looked at the two without a word.
"While I still have faith in your strength, Warden, it's not impossible for you to be killed by a stray bullet if you wander off." Daley spread her hands, "You'd be a real pain in the arse for us if you died, and there's no guarantee that the next Warden would be willing to make such a deal with us."
"I'd feel bad if you died out there, I'm very interested in your body now that you've inherited Ivantha's ability to transform flesh. Even if you were to die, I'd rather have your corpse for me to study ......" Asenna held her glasses expressionlessly.
Aiden finally couldn't help himself and put down the teacup in his hand, "Stop it! Why do I get the feeling that you two are just taking the opportunity to curse me? I'm here to entrust you with my safety. Well, to be honest, there really doesn't seem to be any substantial benefits for me to do this. But well ......"
"But?" Daley repeated.
"I'll feel in a good mood if I screw over that gangster cadre, that's all." Aiden lifted his teacup and took a sip.
Daley thought for a moment and nodded thoughtfully, "Well, that sounds like a good reason ...... but why don't you just take me out and I can just help you kill your target."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Aiden rolled his eyes, "Wouldn't that put me in jail instead?"
"Isn't that fine Warden, you can come in and keep us company, maybe we can even sleep in the same room ......"
"Who wants to come in and keep you company? Besides, I'm a man, even if I go in, I'll be going to a men's prison."
"Don't worry about this, in fact, among the 'Coven' witches I know, there are quite a few who know the secret art of changing gender for a long period of time, and I've also experienced it ......," Daley said with a serious face.
"Experienced it? So were you originally male or female?" Arsenal looked over at Daley, that unchanging face suddenly showing a bit of vigilance.
"Well ......"
"Stop derailing the conversation, you two!" Aiden snapped in response, banging his fist on the table a few times, "I was asking if you guys could do something to support me remotely!"
"Of course no problem." Daley and Arsenal replied in unison.
"Wouldn't it be nice to be so dry." Aiden clasped his hands, "So, what's the casting distance you guys can do?"
His plan, was that he wanted the two to back him up without showing their faces, and to execute the plan, he had to know their maximum casting distance.
He had knowledge of black magic, so he knew that the power of offensive magic, as well as the precision of manipulation, was often inversely proportional to the casting distance.
"You don't have to worry about that, I can just stay in the prison and support you wherever you go." Arsenal replied with a bemused expression, "I don't want to leave here at all."
"I would love to leave the prison and take a walk, but considering the risk of being discovered, I'll just stay here to support you as well." Daley chimed in.
"What's it going to take?" Aiden asked.
There was quite a distance between the old city and here, far beyond the limits of what most black magic could reach.
Those that could reach such a long casting distance were basically scrying type spells like Daley's Enchantment Manipulation or pre-set demonic pacts.
"You can do it with a summoning-type spell. I can summon a shadow demon to attach itself to your shadow, and then hand over the dominion to you completely, the statute of limitations will last for about three bells, if you continue to forcefully exorcise the demons beyond that time you will be revolted by them oh." Daley gave a scenario.
"I can make a guardian spirit to attach to you, allowing you to drive it to cast necromancy spells for a short period of time, there is no limit to the time, but the spirit will disappear on its own if it runs out of magic." Arsenal explained calmly.
"So that means I can borrow your powers on my own as long as I'm possessed by one of these summons?" Aiden understood.
"You yourself are already a strong person to a considerable degree, with our abilities added, not to mention ensuring your own safety, even if you were to directly step on a g**g stronghold, it would definitely not be a problem." Dai Li egged on with a happy face, "You can turn around and try it out first, if you're not satisfied, you can exchange it!"
"Sounds quite promising." Aiden nodded.
It wasn't that he wanted to borrow Daley and the girls' power to directly jump face output on the gangsters, but to execute a risky plan, no matter how headstrong he was, he had to be prepared to be able to walk away in one piece. After all, it was very easy to roll over if you didn't even have a base card when pretending to be a gangster.
"Then do you have any desired reward?" He took the initiative to bring up the reward for the deal.
"I want you to help me see what new treats are available on Seventh Street, as long as they're baked anything will do." Daley smiled.
"For me, I'd like you to get me some books that are hard to get in prison ......"
"What kind of hard to get books?" Aiden picked up his teacup and sipped his tea.
"Romance novels between beautiful teenagers, as long as they are new this year." Arsenal said slowly.
Aiden's hand shook and tea splashed onto his face.
After a long time, he looked at Arsenal, "You, so you like this kind?"
Arsenal nodded wordlessly.
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