Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 152 Prisoner Number
On the outskirts of Spring's northern suburbs is the Spring Prison, which holds most of the surrounding prisoners.

One day in late August, in the serious criminal detention area of a large prison, a senior prisoner was chattering on and on about all things related to the prison to his new "roommate".

"I have spent about 70% of my life in prison. Therefore, no one knows the rules here better than me. Perhaps you have heard rumors outside that the prison discriminates against criminals who target women and children, and supports criminals who fight against the nobles. However, I can assure you that those are just rumors."

The old man had messy gray curly hair and wore a pair of dirty glasses. He spoke in a very elegant manner and did not sound like an ordinary criminal.

"People who often go to prison know that no matter if it's a major crime like murder or arson or a minor crime like petty theft, once you enter prison, everyone becomes a prisoner. And in prison, there is only one thing that measures the level of prisoners, and that is 'sentence'. In fact, it is easy to understand that if someone has a hope of getting out of prison, he will naturally be timid and cautious, fearing that his sentence will be extended. However, if there is no hope of getting out, he will definitely do anything. Moreover, unless he has committed a very serious crime, the sentence will generally not be too long."

The old man said, and laughed.
"As for me, you don't have to worry. Although I still have 30 years left in my sentence, the crime I committed was just a scam on a big shot who should not be offended. Moreover, thanks to this sentence, ordinary prisoners dare not easily offend me. I am old, and I have been in prison all my life. There is no point in getting out. I might as well die here."

The old man, with a vicissitudes of life on his face, said with a sigh, "I am full of stories here."

"So, when you're not sure how to get along with someone, you might as well ask about the sentence first. Although being asked 'what crime did you commit' here would be considered an offense, but just asking about the sentence is fine. By the way, did you see that person over there?"

The old man pointed his finger at a huge bald man surrounded by a group of fierce men in the distance outside the two men's cell.

"He is the boss of this prison area, and he still has more than 270 years left in his sentence. Don't mess with him. Rumor has it that he was imprisoned because he killed the entire family of his enemy."

As the old man spoke enthusiastically, the new prisoner nodded.

The prisoner had a somewhat odd appearance, the most distinctive feature of which was the ears on both sides of his head, which had shrunk and deformed into the shape of a tumor.

He seems to be unable to hear normal sounds, but he has the ability to read lips, so he can communicate normally face to face.

Although, the old man felt that being stared at by such a strange-looking person while he was talking was quite creepy.

"Come to think of it, new here, I haven't asked how long your sentence is."

Facing the old man's question, the new prisoner grinned.
"Four hundred and fifty-six years."

".?"

As the old man froze as if struck by lightning, Sentence 456 pointed to a prisoner wandering outside the cell with his eyes covered with a black cloth.
"I sentenced him to the shortest sentence. That's my brother Ino over there, he's been in the infirmary for 514 years. We also have a brother Bart, who has been in the infirmary because of an injury. His sentence is the longest, 810 years."

With the sentence of 456, or rather, Dill listed the sentences of the three brothers in detail.

Finally, the old man came back from his daze, looked at Dill's bright smile and yellow teeth, and chuckled. Then, he rushed to the prison door, grabbed the iron bars tightly, and screamed,

"Guard! I want to change cells! Guard! Come here quickly, I want to change cells, you beasts!!!"

The infirmary at Springfield Prison.

Bart, one of the three perverts who caused a big fuss in Spring City some time ago, was gasping weakly on the hospital bed.

His injuries never healed.

Perhaps, because of his high risk level, the prison was not willing to treat him in the short term. But the main reason was that Bart had suffered complex and strange injuries during the uncontrollable chaotic transmission.

Feeling the pain in his body every day, Bart gradually regretted why he did not listen to the advice.

Perhaps, it has gained the power of the "Mark of Sin Blood", so it has become inflated?
Obviously, if you think about it carefully, you can figure out that since the "Son of the Great Sinner" can throw the precious Blood Moon-level Sin Seal to him at will, the other party will definitely not do something that will dig his own grave.
Just as Bart was sighing and wailing.

On the floor of the prison infirmary, a figure in a black cloak slowly and silently rose up.

Intruder.
The defense of Spring Prison is tighter than expected. Therefore, under normal circumstances, it will not allow outsiders to intrude so easily.

However, after seeing clearly who was coming, Bart no longer found it strange.

This was because the other party was a special existence that could invade anywhere at will.

"'Abandon the lottery.'"

"That name is outdated."

The face of the figure could not be seen, and the hoarse and low voice was heard.
"Recently, the most popular person in the city is 'Professor Elson'. So, I plan to use the name 'Dr. Elson' from now on."

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Bart was speechless for a moment. On the one hand, he felt pain, and on the other hand, he really couldn't understand this "abandoned lottery" or "Dr. Elson".

To be fair, these three perverted brothers are undoubtedly top-level weirdos. Even among the "Dark Descendants", people who know them can't help but frown when they hear their names.

But there is no doubt that Dr. Elson is no less capable than them.

"So, you are here to execute us? We didn't say anything about the organization."

Bart said with some despair.

He didn't want to accept death calmly, but in addition to his physical weakness, the prison staff also tied him tightly to the bed with restraints.

"Humph, how could the organization send out an 'executioner' specifically for a small character like you? Besides, a lowly person like you can't reveal anything even if you want to."

Dr. Elson said this and pointed his finger at Bart.

The finger seemed to pierce Bart's right eye, and Bart's right eye quickly dried up, became bloodshot, and filled with pain in a short period of time.

“It turned up in an interesting place.”

Just before touching Bart's eyeball, Dr. Elson's fingers stopped.

Then, a drop of blood condensed from Dr. Elson's finger and dripped onto Bart's face.

"Cheer up, lower class. Even if you have the lowest quality 'sin blood' flowing through your body, since you can withstand the power of the 'Mark of the Blood Moon', the organization will still give you due recognition."

As Dr. Elson's blood seeped into Bart's face, after a tingling sensation, several numbers appeared in the center of the blood-colored lines that had appeared on Bart's face since he gained the power of the "Mark of Sin Blood".

"From today on, you are an official 'prisoner' of the 'Darkspawn'. Your prisoner number is 0177."

After staring at Bart's face for a moment, Dr. Elson uttered a scornful laugh.

"You can't hide the number on your face. Try your best, Bart. If it were me, I would be too ashamed to leave the house with a three-digit prisoner number on my face."

After he finished speaking, Dr. Elson's body began to slowly sink into the floor.

"Since you are already a 'prisoner', remember to give yourself an operational code name. Do not use 'Doctor Elson'! This code name is something I came up with."

In just a few breaths, Dr. Elson's figure completely disappeared, leaving only his voice echoing in the infirmary.

After confirming that Dr. Elson had left, Bart sighed.

"You save me out"

Besides, saying that he came up with the code name himself is pure plagiarism, okay? While complaining in his heart, Bart became sad again.

Because, he was already on guard and couldn't move at all, and suddenly a few red numbers appeared on his face.
How on earth was he supposed to explain this to the prison guards?

It was a weekend at the end of summer vacation.

Holding the white disc that carries the energetic goddess of the bathing on this day, Ritas walked out of his room while bending his stiff neck.

When passing by Courteney's room, Ritas heard some "ding-dong" sounds coming from the room, and the door was not closed tightly, so he took a casual look.

At this moment, Courteney was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room, holding a bunch of parts scattered around her, trying to assemble something.

Now, we have come to a rather precise step.

Courtline was holding two thin rods and carefully connecting them in front of her eyes. Her purpose should be to glue the ends of the thin rods together. But the next moment, Courtline's hand trembled slightly, and the end of the thin rod in her left hand was glued to the middle of the thin rod in her right hand.

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Snapped.

From a distance, Ritas seemed to hear the sound of Courtline's sanity being disconnected.

Then, I saw Courteney's veins bulging, she broke the two thin rods directly, threw them to the ground, first grabbed her hair with her hands, then pounded the ground, and finally let out a battle cry.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

“.”「.”

In the following time, Courteney went crazy and messed up the surroundings. After she calmed down, she gathered the parts back in frustration and started working again.

It was only then that Ritas realized that Courteney was actually making her own umbrella stand.

If you ask who was hurt the most in the misunderstanding with the mysterious wizard, the answer would be Courtline's parasol.

Looking at the back of Courteney, who was bent over and in a low mood, Ritas couldn't help but say,

"Need some help, Curt?"

Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from behind. Courteney's body trembled slightly, then she turned around with an unhappy look on her face.

"It's not a good habit to enter someone else's room without permission, Ritas."

"I'm standing outside the room."

Ritas said with a serious face.

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And Courtline had an expression that said, "Do you really have to fight with me about this?"

"I was wondering if you had been doing something furtively these days. It turns out you were repairing the umbrella stand. Have you been repairing and maintaining that parasol yourself?"

Ritas actually knew the answer, but in order to keep the conversation going, he asked this question.

"No. But I can't just write a letter home and ask old Pete to make me another one, right? Anyway, I watched him make it every time, so I have learned it over the years."

The old Peter that Courtenay mentioned was her butler.

Although it is a little different from the impression, Courtenay is a genuine noble lady.

"Have you learned it?"

Looking at the mess in the room and the pile of junk that could only be described as "poor parts", Ritas whispered.

In fact, it is not a big deal to ask the old housekeeper at home to make another umbrella for yourself.

However, Ritas didn't know what kind of rift had arisen between Courterine and her family during the years she was held back at the magic academy. Now, she was obviously in a state of sulking with her family.

"Why don't we take this opportunity to use the latest magic technology to develop a more practical parasol?"

Ritas suggested.

"I don't have any money. And don't even mention paying for me. After all, I broke the umbrella without my permission. So don't worry about me."

Courteney said without turning her head.

And Ritas scratched his head.

Courteney wasn't sulking with him. If anything, she was being hard on herself. And, every time she got to this point, she would be extra stubborn.

Ignoring the Bathing Goddess's urging to "go up and hug her", Ritas thought for a moment and spoke again.

"As for the incident in the maze, your rash actions may have made the situation worse overall. However, from a personal perspective, I am very happy."

As Ritas spoke, Courtline straightened her back unconsciously.

It was the first time that Ritas saw in a very vivid way what it meant to "prick up your ears and listen."

"And this happiness is not so much that you will stand up for me. It should be more like 'even after all these years, you will still stand up for me like before'. Of course, once I get angry and can't see what's happening around me, it's also 'even after all these years'."

"Are you saying I haven't grown at all?"

Turning her head, Courteney looked at Ritas with a puzzled look.

“How come there is no growth?”

Apart from anything else, Courteney had been pretending to be rational and dignified for almost a month before her true colors were revealed!

Suppressing the complaints in his heart, Ritas continued,
"In short, your new parasol can be used as a subject of the 'Tree Witch Research Institute'. Moreover, only if you have a weapon that suits you can be a better instructor for the students. So, let me pay for half of the expenses for you."

"Well, since it's a job requirement, and it's only half, then fine!"

After hesitating for a while, Courteney agreed with her arms folded across her chest.

As she let out a long sigh, the dark clouds on her face clearly dissipated a lot.
"Unlike me who is still the same, you have changed a lot. And, why don't you come in and tell me!"

Looking at Ritas who was still standing outside the door, Courtene said speechlessly.

Has it changed?
Ritas, who was about to enter Courteney's room to study how to improve her parasol, inadvertently cast his eyes on the white disc that kept emitting strange laughter.

(End of this chapter)