The warden who guards the witches

Noon, canteen.

Aiden ordered a simple meal in the canteen and brought it to his seat, but did not eat it.

After a while, he lowered his voice and asked the empty seat opposite him: "How is it?"

"No problem." Tony replied.

"Really?" Aiden stared at the food on the plate and did not move.

The personnel department showed that many positions in the prison have recently recruited more people, including the canteen.

When Tony took the form to stamp him, Aiden suddenly realized a possibility: the Blood Moon Cult does not necessarily infiltrate believers into the prison by disguising as prisoners, but can also apply for staff.

Contract positions do not require police establishment, and only need to pass the assessment to get the job. As for miscellaneous positions such as the canteen, you only need to provide a decent resume to apply for the job.

The reason why Aiden first suspected the cafeteria was because he had heard a saying in the past that the most direct way to assassinate is to sneak into the target's kitchen. If a believer of the Blood Moon Cult came into the cafeteria... then there is a possibility that he was poisoned.

The other party would probably not poison indiscriminately. If someone showed symptoms of poisoning before him, the poisoning plan would fail directly, and there would be no second chance to poison.

This poisoning must be targeted, and only the kind of poison that can kill people instantly can kill him.

He asked Tony to sneak into the back kitchen of the cafeteria to observe the meal prepared for him, but he didn't find any problems.

Was he too suspicious?

No, for assassination, one success is enough, and the other party may not have a chance every time. At this moment, there are so many people eating in the cafeteria, and the other party may not have the opportunity to poison him in a targeted manner.

Aiden sat in his seat for a while, but he didn't eat the food on the plate after all.

He asked Tony to help him get the lunch box, put these things in it, and then took it out of the cafeteria.

After a while, he asked someone to bring Mirujinu over.

"Can you test these things for poison?" Aiden handed the food in the lunch box to Mirujinu.

"Lethal poison?"

"Yes."

"It's very simple to test whether it's poisonous or not. Just feed a few white mice and you'll know." Mirujinu replied, "Or are you sure it's poisonous and need me to find out the type of poison?"

"I'm not sure. You can do animal experiments first. If it's poisonous, then find out the type of poison." Aiden said, "I may need you to test for poison later."

"What's wrong, warden? Finally someone hates you enough to poison you?" Mirujinu smiled gloatingly.

"If you keep talking, I'll let you test for poison directly." Aiden smiled and glanced at her, "Hurry to the infirmary."

Mirujinu was taken away by the prison guard with the sample, and Aiden leaned back on the chair.

I have to buy another meal from outside later... No, it's better to just get some canned food to deal with it.

From now on, he had to be suspicious of everyone and everything around him. The followers of the Blood Moon Cult might appear in any corner around him and assassinate him at the cost of self-sacrifice.

Fortunately, he could at least grasp the movements of Mr. Bloody Clothes through the goddess of vengeance. As long as Mr. Bloody Clothes was not in Silver City, he would not have to worry about the people around him suddenly betraying him.

At the moment when he had this thought, he heard that voice again - the voice from the bottom of his heart, questioning: "Really?"

Here it comes again - Aiden frowned subconsciously.

Ever since he was close to death once in Luohui City, he found that a certain voice would occasionally sound in his mind.

This voice is very similar to the vigilance in his subconscious mind, which would give him a wake-up call to consider more comprehensively when he makes a rash judgment.

But after several experiences, he gradually felt the separation between his subjective consciousness and this ghostly reminder. Rather than saying that the voice is part of his subconscious mind, it is better to say that there is another person hiding in his mind.

And... how should I put it, this person seems to be better at considering problems comprehensively than him, and has a longer-term vision.

It turns out that the several reminders given by this voice are crucial.

This strange voice is undoubtedly related to the memory blocked by the Goddess of Conspiracy.

And now, he has roughly an idea about this voice.

It's not time yet - he thought.

However, the reminder just now should have some meaning - he can't take it lightly just because he has a way to lock Mr. Bloody's movements.

But what will Mr. Bloody do?

Aiden had no clue for a while, but he soon found a reasonable way to think - if he was Mr. Bloody, what would he do?

Aiden closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

...

At this time, the Blood Moon Cult base in Sugi City.

Mr. Bloody, wearing a mask, glanced at the believers kneeling in front of him, and finally fixed his eyes on the young man in the front.

"Three rounds of selection, you stand out from my loyal believers, very good. What's your name?"

"My name is Conrad, sir." The young man answered respectfully.

"Yes, Conrad, you are my confidant now." Mr. Bloody's voice was full of smiles.

The young man raised his head flattered, then leaned down and lowered his head: "Thank you for your trust, sir."

"I trust each of you because you 'sacrificed' your autonomy in exchange for absolute loyalty to me. Your loyalty is beyond doubt." Mr. Bloody Clothes leaned over, "I chose you just because you are the best among them."

"Thank you for your recognition, sir." The young man's voice was full of reverence, but very mechanical. Their worship and loyalty to Mr. Bloody Clothes were forcibly implanted by power. There was no real reason, but it deeply affected their thinking.

"I will give you power, your status will be higher than others, and I will order them to obey you completely." Mr. Bloody Clothes said.

"It is my great honor to get one ten-thousandth of your power." The young man answered with empty eyes.

"One ten-thousandth?" Mr. Bloody Clothes made a mocking voice, "Do you think I would be so stingy? Your absolute loyalty is exchanged for my absolute trust."

Conrad raised his face in confusion.

"I like to gamble, Conrad." Mr. Bloody leaned over and patted the other's shoulder and said, "As a card in my hand, don't let me down."

At the same time, Mr. Bloody heard the ghostly call in his mind: "Develop your own followers without authorization... Do you want to get rid of my control?"

"I just complete my goals more efficiently. Don't question everything, great god of death." Mr. Bloody replied calmly, "You don't need a mediocre chess piece."