I have a Synthesizer

Seeing Klein about to bid farewell to his companions, Annabelle didn't refuse, nodding casually.

“Sweet farewells between lovers, of course, are allowed.”

Klein went to Lilith's side and whispered:

“If we go through the normal procedures this time, it might take a while. Holzworth's idea is simple: to wear me down by dragging things out.”

“But you don't need to panic too much. Just cultivate normally. Don't worry too much about my personal affairs, especially you, Lilith. Take care of yourself.”

“Also, take these equipment. Sell another batch of dragon blood to exchange for elemental materials from Grayshill. Don't be afraid to spend money. Elemental materials are very important. Try to buy up all the elemental materials on the market. As for other things, we'll talk when I get back.”

Lilith glanced at Annabelle and finally nodded.

“I understand. Take care of yourself.”

“Mm!”

Klein took off all his rings and equipment and handed them to Lilith. Only the Book of Klein couldn't be separated from him. He turned to look at Annabelle.

“Let's go, Lady Annabelle.”

… …

Night, Grayshill Security Bureau.

Klein's hands, feet, and neck were all shackled with magic-sealing chains. He was said to be a suspect, but the security measures given to him were definitely those of a top-level prisoner.

The Security Department had interrogated Klein for more than 10 hours, repeatedly asking about the arcane energy tide. They probably didn't intend for Klein to admit to doing this. This kind of interrogation seemed only to make Klein uncomfortable.

They didn't use brute force, but all kinds of soft violence never stopped: abnormally dazzling lights, no water, ear-piercing friction sounds, sudden loud questions, no rest, for nearly 10 hours without a break.

Klein remained calm. He had been mentally prepared for this kind of treatment for a long time, and with his extremely strong mental power, he didn't pay much attention to these people.

Supreme Arcane Energy flowed beneath his skin. It was currently the highest form of arcane energy Klein had mastered.

Having undergone triple mutation, the Supreme Arcane Energy wasn't like the uncontrolled Chaotic Arcane Energy of the second-order enhancement. On the contrary, it was very obedient and had extremely strong plasticity.

He discovered this new ability when he injected this power into Lilith's body.

Even more astonishing was that this was a type of energy completely unrestricted by current rules. Even if Klein was sealed by the highest-level magic-sealing chains, the existing rules of the magic-sealing chains couldn't bind the flow of Supreme Arcane Energy.

They ignored all normal principles and rules, simply and quietly obeying Klein's commands.

For most of these 10 hours, Klein had been engrossed in controlling and researching this energy, and he hadn't paid much attention to the Security Department personnel's questions.

“Mr. Klein, Mr. Klein? I'm asking you a question. You better cooperate.” An interrogator said loudly.

“Ah? Are you calling me?” Klein seemed a little slow, his whole person appearing somewhat sluggish.

“Sorry, what did you just say? I really didn't hear clearly. After being put in magic-sealing chains, my magic power is too sluggish. I can't adapt at all. You should know this situation.”

What Klein said was a normal aftereffect caused by the magic-sealing chains, which was quite good for fooling these interrogators now.

Seeing that such a long interrogation still hadn't had any substantial effect on Klein, Klimer's face was somewhat gloomy, even though he had expected it.

“Take him to the prisoners' cell and let him stay with the people the Black Cross captured.”

“Klimer, but he's not a prisoner. He's only a suspect right now.”

Klimer glanced at his colleague next to him and said fiercely:

“He is likely to be a key member responsible for the great destruction of Holzworth Academy, with a terrorist danger level. It's reasonable to put him in the prisoners' cell. What, do you have other opinions?”

“No, no.”

“That's it, right? Take him away.”

… …

Thus, under the arrangement of this man named Klimer, Klein changed into a black and white striped uniform and moved into Grayshill's prisoners' cell.

Perhaps because of his handsome appearance, as soon as Klein entered, the eyes of the prisoners in the cell all gathered on him. Most of these eyes were malicious, and many people subconsciously licked their tongues.

Looking at this scene, Klein inexplicably thought of that black man who dropped the soap.

The Security Department guards escorting Klein knocked on the iron door.

From afar, the voices of the two Security Department guards could still be heard.

“Just leaving like this? Won't something happen?”

“He's a mage after all. Even with magic-sealing chains, he shouldn't be too weak.”

“These prisoners are too thirsty. Last time a thin one was sent in, he didn't survive past the next morning…”

The guards' voices faded away, and the eyes of the people in the prisoners' cell gradually became unkind as they looked at Klein.

“So it's a mage. Tender and delicate! Hehehe, not bad, really not bad. Come here, little brother, come to my place!”

A prisoner closest to Klein let out a series of lewd laughter, pointed to his bunk, and said to Klein.

Klein looked at his bunk and subconsciously nodded, and walked in his direction. Klein was afraid of trouble. He believed that the shortest distance between two points was a straight line, and the bunk closest to him was the most suitable, so…

“Yo, this guy is quite sensible, kid you over…” The burly man was just about to tease Klein when his voice suddenly stopped.

“Bang!”

He only managed to say half of his sentence before Klein casually struck him on the neck with a palm strike. This man was quite strong, his physique nearing the 5-point limit of a first-tier warrior.

However, after this arcane baptism, Klein's physical strength had reached 63. Even without the amplification of fighting spirit, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a human-shaped little Tyrannosaurus rex.

With that palm strike, half of the big man's bones shattered, and he fainted on the spot.

After knocking someone out, Klein had a suitable bed. He shook the blanket on the bed and said to the other prisoners:

"Fellow inmates, I'll be sleeping in this bed from now on!"

Klein's tone was very calm. The prisoners looked at Klein, then at the big man lying on the ground, and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.

"Runo was so big, and he went down in one hit. This kid is a bit strange!"

"Maybe it was a sneak attack. Why don't you try him?"

"You try him. I don't want to live longer than I should."

Perhaps because Klein had displayed his strength, no one dared to provoke him for the time being. Klein calmly lay on the bed, continuing to sense the wonder of the supreme arcane energy.

The prisoners were still talking sporadically. From their conversation, Klein learned that mealtime should be approaching. This was Klein's first prison meal, and he was actually a little expectant.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

A security department guard knocked on the iron door and shouted into the prison cell:

"It's time to eat. Each meal has its own number. Don't抢乱, understand?"

The guard placed the food for all the prisoners down from the iron bed. Although the prisoners were a little chaotic, at least no one knocked over everyone's food.

Klein glanced at the number 953 on his clothes and quickly found his food.

Four ordinary arcane bread pieces, a pile of vegetable salad that he couldn't even recognize, and a bottle of water. That was it.

"Your subject reports, so this is what prison food is like. The living conditions are a bit harsh!"

Klein said self-deprecatingly. He wouldn't bother with finding joy in hardship. If it didn't work out, he would just have to secretly knead his own bread at night. At least what he made would be much better than this.

However, the corner of his eye quickly noticed something was wrong. On a bed relatively far away from him, sat a person who looked like a big brother.

In his plate, there were not only fruits and soup, but also a portion of roasted meat and a portion of braised river delicacies.

If it were normal times, this food might not be anything special, and Klein wouldn't even look at it. But now it was in prison. Even Klein had to admit that it was a feast.

Klein looked at the yellow bread and the unknown vegetable salad in his hand and frowned slightly.

"The difference is too big, isn't it?"

Adhering to the principle of convincing people with reason, Klein picked up his plate and walked towards the person with the plentiful food.

This person was very strong. From his aura, Klein could tell that he was at least a peak first-tier or even a second-tier warrior. Such a person could indeed dominate in an ordinary prison. No wonder his food was so good.

However, Klein was clearly not the type to play by the rules.

"Friend, why is there such a big difference in our food? Can you tell me why?"

This person was stunned, not just him, but his underlings were also stunned. He didn't pay respects to the boss when he first came in, and now he was coming over to stir up trouble? Was this guy a blockhead?

Burnett, as a second-tier warrior, felt that his authority had been challenged. Although he was a second-tier warrior promoted by taking drugs, he was still a second-tier!

For Klein to talk to him like this, wasn't he losing face?

"Kid, are you a little unclear about the current situation? Do you know whose territory this prison cell is?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer his question, Klein lost interest in having a proper conversation.

"It seems you don't understand my words. Forget it, I'll use a more direct way to talk to you. I haven't had meat in days. Give me your food."

Burnett was stunned again. So arrogant, what was this guy's background? Before Burnett could answer, his lackey had already spoken:

"? ? ? Kid, are you sick?"

"Bang! Thump!"

In a place like a prison cell, there was no need to talk too much if you could just take action. Klein struck again with a knifehand chop, still in the same position. The person who was hit still fell down in a second. This scene made the prison boss Burnett calm down.

"Give it or not?" Klein repeated.

Looking at Klein's eyes, Burnett inexplicably began to feel cold. The gap between them was already a gap in the essence of life.

Burnett was, after all, a second-tier warrior. He still had a certain ability to sense things and knew that he might have encountered a tough opponent, a particularly tough one.

"Give it, of course, I'll give it. Big brother, enjoy your meal! If you have any needs in the future, you can come to me."

As he said that, he handed his plate to Klein. Klein looked at the plate and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very observant. You're stronger than them."

Watching Klein leave with the plate, Burnett's underlings felt their worldview collapsing. Was this still their boss?

"Boss, why did you give him the food? Ludo was beaten by him!"

Burnett glanced at these losers with disdain and said:

"Do you know why I'm the boss and you're the underlings? This is the reason.

That guy killed Ludo with one move, without even moving his body. Although he is a mage, he has at least the physical strength of a tier 3 or higher. Such a person who cultivates both magic and martial arts is definitely a big shot.

The reason for being here can only be that he has fallen on hard times, but don't think about bullying a big shot who has fallen on hard times. If he rises again one day, then you're done for. This is called insight, learn from it."

The underlings nodded after listening to Burnett's explanation. The boss was indeed the boss. Although they felt that the boss was bragging, they still felt it made sense.

Thus, under Burnett's deliberate influence, Klein had become the overlord of this prison cell, and no one dared to provoke him anymore.