Hey, King!

2021-11-28

Chapter 388 Chapter 391 Days of Polishing

The days of imprisonment are still going on, and it should have been a long time. Attempts to keep track of time by meal-delivery intervals failed because Dagon couldn't find a second reference, and he couldn't be sure whether the genie delivered him at a regular time. Now he has switched to another method, which is to drink a certain amount of water, then do a certain amount of activity, and then see when to urinate.

Later, he felt that this method would not work either. After losing the sense of time, his body also lacks the regularity of work and rest, which includes digestion, absorption, and sleep. Despite Jiangu clansman's tenacious body, Dagon soon also began to experience insomnia, irritability, mental disorders and other symptoms in turn. He found it difficult to calm down, and there was always a lingering thought in his mind: escape, escape.

He slammed on doors, walls, and screamed, but the louder the noise he made, the lonelier he felt. No one in the prison responded to him, which was the most uncomfortable place for him. He cursed the elf, using all the filthy words he had ever known in his life, hoping that a jailer would swear it back, and that would make him happy.

He knew it wasn't right, especially when he entered the middle realm of Soul Spirit in his sleep. Chatting with Reid is his only relaxation. At this time, Dagon can always admit his mistakes and reflect on his irrational and immature actions. However, when he returned to the darkness and faced the empty cell, he couldn't help but lose control of his emotions.

"You are idle!" Reid said: "I have also experienced the same period. During that time, I scolded them so hard that they directly contracted the spiritual realm channel and prevented them from letting them go.

I went over. I was trapped in your soul, and no one communicated at all. It was much worse than you are now. I have also cursed, angry, and desperate..."

"How did you survive ?" Dagon asked.

"I didn't make it through." Rhett shrugged. "I can't die here, or I'd be looking for death long ago. I didn't survive, I survived. You still have a chance to kill yourself when you are desperate outside, but I don't have that convenience."

"Uh..." Dagon's beard-stretching hand stopped, and he asked cautiously, "Why do you feel like you are envious of me?"

"You are envious of you! I have tried the pain that I can't die, and there is always a way to get rid of it at any time. Is it better than me? I even doubt that if you die, I can't die." Reid said: "According to your Jiangu clansman's beliefs , you are the chosen son of God and a devout priest, after death, the soul will go to the Divine Domain of Ori, I guess I then went... There, I am no different from now, still can't die..."

Dagon dragged his beard, which had been messed up like weeds, seriously nodded. "Well, the situation you're talking about has great probability."

Reid spread out both hands and said, "Right! I'm worse than you, right? So you, don't think about it. Going to this kind of thing is useless and not good at all. Anyway, you will come to Oli sooner or later, and there is me next to you, so you do something useful. Just live, I will always be here to chat with you anyway By the way, you have to think about it, if you die, Star Helmet can't live, right?"

After thinking about it, it turns out that among the three souls, Star Helmet has the best spiritual quality. that. little fellow eats and sleeps, and doesn't dislike the stinky beard bedding. He still sleeps on Dagon's neck every day. It also invented a new activity of rolling balls of mud on Dagon's skin with its suction-cupped feet, then throwing them at Dagon's nostrils. If you hit the beard, you will get one point. If you hit the belly, it will count as two points. If you hit the distance below the waist, it will count as three points. It is forbidden to roll a mud ball with an extendable tongue to "dunk".

"Am I not as good as a bear lizard?!"

Less emotions and do more, even if you rub mud balls and fight with star helmets? Dagon slowly passed through the period of depression, and some useful ideas began to come into his mind. He pondered: Since there is more food delivered now, can he break off some scales as a tool and try to do some damage?

The scales on Dagon's chest are soft and hard. When relaxed, they feel like smooth, soft fish scales that don't interfere with breast expansion, stretching, and other movements at all. When Dagon gets nervous, these scales are like scales, which can block some sharp cuts and save his life - the proven mystery of this is mana and spirit.

Concentrate the accumulated mana on a scale, and blood pours in from the capillary blood vessels, hardening it quickly. In the outside world, Dagon can maintain this state all the time, but the natural elements in the cell are cut off, and his scales are naturally all soft. When you think about it, this is actually a good thing. The guys from the Mage Association took everything away from him, changed his clothes, and must have checked his scales. At that time, he should be in a coma and without any mana. The scales are soft, and the state is similar to the sequin decoration that is commonly used on some clothes, so the inspectors of the Mages Association don't care. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the wizard of the association does not want him to die, and at the same time feels that the risk of removing all the scales is too great, so he does not bother.

Dagon and Rhett discussed it, took some of the mana that he finally accumulated, hardened a scale, lifted it off as a file, and started to attack the wall.

It seems that the iron gate should be a part that is more directly related to the theme of "leaving", but Dagon doesn't know the structure of the iron gate, and random cutting may cause unexpected problems. The stone wall is different. The joints between the stones are filled and smoothed with some kind of filler, but it is not the stone itself after all. The scales can barely scrape this filler, and the two sides can probably maintain the effect of one-to-one exchange.

Considering the current hardness of the scales, the wall joint filler is already quite hard. Nails can't do any damage to it, and teeth are useful, but Dagon isn't a shark, and teeth don't regenerate. No one can gnaw a way out, but Dagon can try to cut one out with his scales.

Dagon has something to do now. Polish the scales on the walls and build up mana. During this period, he tried to hit the figurines while the door was open, and he failed unexpectedly. The figurine thwarted Dagon's attempt with just two moves: heavy enough and wide enough. It blocked the cell door so tightly that there was no gap for saliva to fly out, let alone a dwarf.

The Dagon is strong enough that the Dagon cannot penetrate it. He hammered two punches on it with all his strength, and the deformation was quite small. He realized that even if he pierced his hand bones, he could not destroy the figurines.

"You are doing this in vain." The elf in the figurine said - this time he did not open the observation window, so his voice was very dull and indistinguishable: "Not only dwarves were locked in the prison, but also Even more dangerous and stronger creatures can't escape. Your only worthwhile future is cooperation. Dagon, have you made up your mind?"

"You ask me every time I make up your mind. Well, I've said it so many times and figured it out, but what's the use?" Dagon punched the figurine again, then stepped back, waiting for the figurine to erect the sword array and put down the food. He sighed and asked: "Don't ask such meaningless questions, what do you want from me?"

"Don't play stupid, I already told you." The elf in the snorted snorted and said, "Since you still have no idea, then..."

"Wait a minute, when did you tell me?" Dagon waved his hand and hurriedly asked, "I'll come in. After that, I only received two pieces of paper, which said that I made a mistake and I must repent, isn't that what I want? You didn't say anything else!"

"Didn't you say it? ?" The elf muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Dagon couldn't hear through the metal armor of the figurines. "Speak up!"

The elf in the figurines ignored him, put away the food and water, changed the toilet, and went out step by step. They seemed confident that even if Dagon attacked the figurines, they didn't punish them. The food and water provided to Dagon remained at their original size and quality, as if to say: just try it, we don't care.

Dagon continued to grind the wall, his hands moving and his mind not idle. Mana cycle, incantation, mathematics, physics... Dagon's learning has not stopped, but these things need practice, at least calculations, calculations, and he does not have this condition. To improve mathematics and physics only by oral and tacit calculations? This is the task that impossible accomplishes.

In order to keep Dagon busy, Reid focuses his teaching on historical stories and social change, which he previously called "dragon slaying." After the "Equality Act" incident, Dagon has given up on the idea of improving the living standards of the Jiangu people by changing the elves. Reid said that his method was called fetching fish from the wood and nicking the boat to seek the sword, and he told him these two stories by the way.

“You all know, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I also have hope, just like you. Knowing this story does not mean that I can learn a lesson. There are thousands of stories, and I can cite several stories with completely opposite truths. Which one would you follow?" Reid said: "It's okay to be wrong once, just don't make the same mistake. I want the Jiangu family to develop. , then develop the Jiangu clan - I'm starting to understand something now."

"You're also studying?"

"Of course. I didn't do this before. , it’s just that I read more and more books. The things in the books are much different from what I actually encountered. It’s definitely not good if you don’t experience it yourself.” Reid said: “It’s like grinding a wall, just thinking about it is useless. Gotta get my hands on it. How's the wall going?"

"Some good progress," Dagon said, "I found that the fill in the joints was only four centimeters deep, and there seemed to be a layer of soil behind it. That is to say, a stone, I grind all the seams around it by four centimeters, there is a possibility that it will loosen, or the natural elements will be passed in. Of course, the probability is not large, only a little higher than impossible at all. "

"A little higher is still higher." Reid said: "Continue to work hard. If you are irritable and tired, touch the star helmet. Don't forget that there is a last resort: put the star helmet Hide in the toilet and send it out, and let it figure out a way to let you out."

Dagon shook his head and said, "I thought about it, if it were me, the first thing I would do when I took out the toilet would be Burned it with a spell. Starhelm has no combat capability or spell capability, it's just a little lizard. I'm not going to let it die, it's impossible anyway."

(End of this chapter)