CHAPTER 64: 64 IS REALLY TOO MUCH! (2/3)

Although Herbert had gained the ability to open doors and teleport within the Third Commandment Hall, this ability was not perfect, and his permission level was still not high enough.

He only had access to the first five levels.

And Herbert must first enter one of the levels before he can teleport; otherwise, he’d just be standing outside helplessly.

"A bit troublesome, huh, I have to activate a coordinate once before teleporting, what is this, a game dungeon? Why do I have to light bonfires?"

Herbert sighed in resignation, and couldn’t help but complain internally:

"Where’s my Firekeeper then? My little log? My Witch... oh, not that shape-shifting Witch."

It’s not about the Witch’s Path.

Moreover, from Herbert’s test results this time, he could also draw an unexpected conclusion.

The nine half-planes of the Third Commandment Hall are not layered from top to bottom as he previously thought.

Instead, they center around the Endless Maze in the first region, surrounded by a circle of eight smaller planes.

"Which means, when the permission is sufficient in the future, I can directly enter the ninth region..."

Herbert thought about this as he continued to walk in the darkness, his gaze scanning the surrounding previously impenetrable dark.

He found that after obtaining night vision, the scenery here had changed significantly.

This place was not empty.

The ground actually had various complex patterns, the walls were painted with huge murals, and even the ceiling had elegant arched ceilings painted in bright colors.

In other words, if this place were brightly lit, it would look more like a Royal Ballroom than a cage.

As for this kind of ballroom design, Herbert was quite familiar—he was often a guest at the Frost Crystal Royal Ballroom, frequently dancing with the ladies of various families.

"But why, why does this space look like this?" Herbert was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why the Monastery would design a prison like this.

Favorable treatment for prisoners?

Hoping to reform them through humane care?

Herbert pondered for a moment, pacing to the front of the Black Iron Coffin.

"Hmm?"

He looked around and found that the Black Iron Coffin was perfectly centered in the entire Prison of Darkness.

And it was just perfectly embedded in the central depression, not brought in from elsewhere.

"Hmm... hmm?"

Staring at this scene, a strange thought suddenly flashed through Herbert’s mind.

This place...

Could it have originally been Eliza’s home?

The more Herbert thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He closely observed the lines around and compared them with scenes in his memory.

Indeed.

There were many similarities with the palace patterns he had once seen in memories of Prince Fate.

So, was she... working from home!?

Oh, community correction.

But wait a minute?

Since when do community corrections involve moving the entire home of the prisoner into the prison!

Realizing this, Herbert gasped and clicked his tongue: "Oh my god... this is too domineering, isn’t it?"

How outrageous!

Even I, an insider, can’t stand it.

He shook his head and lamented: "This is really too much..."

Click.

A slight sound came from inside the coffin, and a pair of eyes appeared in the seam, watching Herbert intently.

"Too much? Who do you think is too much?"

Eliza gritted her teeth in resentment, staring angrily at the white-haired boy outside the coffin: "Who could be more outrageous than you?"

As a Holy Professional, refusing to admit fault... that’s bullying.

It’s really too much bullying!

Thinking of this, Eliza’s heart bled continuously.

Drip.

Drip.

Before Herbert could respond to the sound, he tilted his head in confusion, wondering, "Hmm? What’s that dripping sound?"

Who’s got a leaking pipe?

"Hmmph! None of your business!"

Eliza just snorted angrily and pouted, saying, "It’s all because of you, this damned Paladin who doesn’t keep promises!"

She clutched her chest, pressing the blood flowing out back in.

Yes.

Her heart was literally bleeding!

Eliza was too weak, and the wound in her chest from the last time Herbert stabbed her with a sword hadn’t fully healed.

Whenever she got angry, her turbulent blood would squeeze out a few more drops of Essence Blood from her heart.

When other people’s girlfriends break, they might deflate.

But hers was bleeding...

Seeing her so distressed, Herbert smiled and shook his head, saying, "Well now, don’t say that; how have I not kept my promise? I came to fulfill it, haven’t I?"

"I never said I wouldn’t give it to you; it’s just a little later."

Yes.

It’s just that the cash flow had a tiny, tiny issue, and we need all colleagues to get through this challenging time with the company temporarily...

"...Really!?"

Eliza’s eyes suddenly lit up at his words, but she was still somewhat suspicious, staring at him skeptically: "You can’t go back on your word this time."

"Really, really, would I lie to you?"

Herbert put on a serious face and said solemnly: "I’m a Paladin, I never lie."

Herbert, a man of integrity, never changes his name, never changes his credentials, with not a single false word in his mouth.

I even don’t lie to a Female Fire Dragon; how could I lie to you, a little bat spirit!

Eliza squinted her eyes, and after a long silence, reluctantly nodded: "Well... okay, I’ll trust you this once then."

Though she still had doubts, she didn’t have the leverage to question him further since the ’thing’ was still in his hands.

What if he got annoyed and refused to give it?

She compromised, but Herbert then fell silent, looking at her with an odd expression.

?

What does this mean?

"What’s wrong? Are you going back on your word?"

"No, I just..." Herbert shook his head, his mouth moving slightly before he sighed with emotion: "It just doesn’t look right!"

The memory of Eliza with her cool, flamboyant image contrasted sharply with the weak little girl he saw now.

Time, truly the butcher of pigs.

"Sigh..."

Eliza: ????

Sighing with that face... what does this guy mean?

Are you deliberately picking a fight?

She was just about to question him when Herbert suddenly pricked his finger, extended it toward the coffin seam, and casually said: "Here, ten drops, you can do it."

!!!

Eliza had no complaints, her eyes fixed only on that white finger like jade.

Blood!

Real blood!

But just before Eliza moved her mouth, she doubtfully asked again: "Really?"

"Nonsense! Waste any more time, and I won’t give it to you."

Herbert rolled his eyes dismissively, pretending to retract his finger.

In a hurry, Eliza panicked, about to bite him—but the narrow seam wouldn’t let her extend her mouth.

In her desperation, a ravenous Eliza extended her tongue, trying to catch the falling blood.

My blood!

And at that moment.

Herbert glimpsed the little pink tongue and only one thought popped into his mind—if he closed the coffin lid now...

Would she cry for a long time?