My Cell Prison-Chapter 807 - Main Street
Chapter 807: Chapter 807: Main Street
Chapter 807 -807: Main Street
“Count, when you came here before… was it also such an art-centric scene?”
“Roughly, but the atmosphere wasn’t as intense.”
“The Art Festival is underway, so a more intense atmosphere is only to be expected.
This way it’s clear, at least we can be certain that the other party didn’t create this ‘citywide painting’ scene specifically for us.
Moreover, the art pieces I’ve seen so far haven’t had any effect on me.”
“Psh! What impact could these low-grade artworks created by trash Demons possibly have?
If it were just these inferior Demons stationed here, would the Count have been afraid before? I could have killed them all in minutes, okay?
These fools don’t even qualify as an appetizer, you’ll feel it when you get to that guy’s palace.
However, there’s one thing I must remind you.”
“What’s that?”
“Once, when I sensed something was wrong and decided to flee the city overnight.
The scenes I witnessed were completely different from the initial city streetscapes… It could have been an illusion caused by ‘Mental Invasion’, or it might have been some special measures set by the ‘Lord’ within the city.
I was in such a hurry to escape, I didn’t delve deeper into it.”
“A completely different city? What kind of scene was it?”
“A twisted, abstract City of Fallen.”
“That’s quite interesting information, Count, you are pretty reliable after all.”
“Don’t confront the ‘Painter’, we can negotiate everything else.”
“Don’t worry, unless I’m cornered, I won’t provoke this Ancestor Return… By the way! If I were to kill this ‘Painter’, it should be of great help to you, Count.
For instance, by absorbing the blood of the Ancestor Return, it might allow you to achieve a breakthrough, or even touch upon the Ancestor Return.”
“Don’t… The Count is fine as he is now, I don’t need any breakthroughs.”
Han Dong secretly chuckled upon hearing this.
The more cowardly the Count, the more Han Dong wanted to see what the Ancestor Return – Demon really looked like.
…
Following the red brick step-strewn streets uphill, they finally arrived at Vanucci Street, situated at the mountaintop area.
Only artists who passed strict screenings or guests invited by the Lord could enter this main thoroughfare.
At the entrance, a massive Demon (Mature Body) was in charge of guarding.
This was the first non-psychic type Demon Han Dong had encountered since climbing the mountain… Its massive body took up almost one-third of the street, and it emitted an aura slightly weaker than that of the ‘Bamboo Flute Messenger’.
It wore a thick leather coat with heavy religious undertones (the leather surface was decorated with various styles of crosses and fixed with some pages of the Bible).
In its left hand, it held a ‘Flesh Hammer’ — a deep red heavy hammer made of tightly compressed flesh, with sharp spikes of bone growing between.
In its right hand, it held a ‘Forbidden Shield’ — the shield’s surface filled with the Forbidden Speech, fixed with more than a dozen palms taken from different humans (nails penetrated through the fingers into the base to fix them), seemingly conveying the meaning of prohibiting passage.
Lacking a head, it was unclear how it managed to perceive.
“Another Mature Body-Demon… Worthy of a city matching a ‘Mid-size Land Deed’.
However, it seems to be a Mature Body that’s just formed, its strength is not as great as the Count’s, nor as significant as that of the [Corpse Keeper] I’ve just recruited.”
The guide Messenger Zoro spoke:
“Guda, these are distinguished guests invited by the Lord to the Art Festival.”
The guard named Guda did not grant passage immediately.
Instead, he raised his shield, moving closer to the group.
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The palms fixed on the surface of the shield opened their eyes of varying sizes, carefully observing the newcomers… especially pausing for a long time in front of Han Dong.
After confirming that the masks worn by the four emitted the aura of the Lord’s Palace.
He slowly moved his body away, allowing passage.
“Please do not mind at all.
Guda is a faithful minion that the ‘Lord’ picked up from outside… Besides the direct orders from the Lord, this guy doesn’t listen to anything else.
We are now entering the core streets covered by this ‘Art Festival,’ only the demons with sufficient artistic merit can participate.
It allows everyone here to engage in high-level artistic exchange, creation, and the sale of artworks.
It also allows them ‘limited time’ visits to the ‘Lord’s’ private palace and art museum, to undergo artistic assessments from the Lord… only a few exceptionally talented demons receive the Lord’s favor and stay to work in the art museum.”
“Okay.”
Another important piece of information.
From Han Dong’s observations, Perugia City harbors a severe hierarchical system, from the foot of the mountain to the summit, the residents’ levels vary with different areas.
Even the current main street was divided among elite artists and masters who could be recruited into the art museum by the Lord.
That means.
The core strength of Perugia City is primarily concentrated in the Lord’s Palace.
Moreover, Han Dong also faintly identified another issue.
A large part of the demons here did not truly appreciate the artistic culture left by humans.
They pursued artistic realms only to enhance their ‘psychic power,’ hoping to advance through artistic creation and reach the Ancestor Return domain.
It was still a primal impulse for power.
Upon stepping onto Vanucci Street, the mental pressure increased suddenly.
The holy defenses set up in Vino’s mind were somewhat impacted… just as she tried to pray within herself, she was grabbed by Han Dong.
“Vino, using powers here will attract attention… let me help you relieve the pressure.”
Han Dong pulled her close to his side, then whispered into Vino’s ear.
This act caused her face hidden beneath the mask to blush immediately, but thinking of her role as Nicholas’s wife, she suppressed her inner rebellion as much as possible.
Mad laughter filled her ears.
An unprecedented sense of refreshment returned Vino to the state she was in when she first climbed the mountain.
The whispers and bizarre noises in her ears, the vermin and colors in her mind all dispersed.
“Nicholas, you!”
“Stay close to me throughout, and do not leave for any reason.”
“Oh…”
Vino had always been a competitive girl from a young age, eager to be the first in everything, to be stronger than the boys… this was a major reason she could pass the Fighting Nun assessment.
A sense of dependency that she had almost never felt before swept through her.
Looking at the young man holding her beside her, there was no longer any sense of rejection in her heart.
Just as they were about to reach the November Fourth Square located in the city center.
The leading messenger suddenly stopped.
“Please follow me directly to the Umbria Art Museum, to participate in the highest palace banquet that the Lord will also attend…”
“Has something happened?”
“The Lord has given a very high appraisal of your ‘mask designs,’ especially the three of you… exempting you from the art creation process in the square.
Hope you have already adapted to the artistic atmosphere here.
Do not reveal any ‘discomfort’ in the presence of the Lord.”
