Operation Red Book

"Nyxara is a combination of 'nyx' and 'sara'. Nyx is the Greek god of the night, who lives at the entrance to the underworld or at the River Styx..."

"She is the embodiment of night, the daughter of darkness. She represents darkness, deep night and endless gloom."

Jacob put on a pair of glasses with a gold chain draped over his shoulder. He flipped through a thick Bible, muttering to himself.

"That's the Night Princess Prison!" Thomas raised his hands and laughed happily.

"What a sin! It's really an insult to Lord Nix to say such outrageous words from your mouth."

"God said that we should be in awe of everything. Bow your head and repent your sins, Thomas."

"Jacob, can you shut your mouth, God just told me."

Holmes twisted his ear canal with his little finger and said with disgust.

"God will not listen to you, a rogue." Jacob closed the Bible and tucked it under his arm.

"This prison offends the name of Lord Nix and holds so many unrepentant criminals. It is simply stirring up trouble on Lord Nix's land."

Jacob pushed his glasses up, frowned, and a hint of mystery flashed in his yellow pupils.

"Even the Queen of the Commonwealth is not immune. You should confess devoutly to God, little Jerry... woo woo woo..."

Before Jacob could finish his words, Holmes and Joshua held him down with one hand each, and Bell pried open his mouth and poured a bottle of potion into it.

Jacob wanted to open his mouth to accuse them of their crimes, but he found that his words were lost, as if a mute switch had been pressed on his whole body.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Warden."

Bell put away the bottle of potion and apologized to a middle-aged man in a black uniform.

The middle-aged man had a bald head and a brown mustache, and he looked bloated.

He was smiling awkwardly at this moment, constantly wiping the sweat from his head with a handkerchief.

"We just need to take a look at Dalton's condition and question him a few questions. Thank you for your hard work." Joshua was talking to the prison guard in the back.

Behind the group stood two uniformed prison guards, one of whom had a large bunch of keys hanging from his body.

They just kept walking with their eyes forward, turning a deaf ear to Joshua's words.

"When people from SCO come to question us, we should give them a good reception."

The warden led the way, taking them through one gloomy door after another.

Joshua observed the prisoners in custody. Most of them had dull eyes, unkempt hair and dirty faces, and they all huddled in dark corners.

They walked through the outdoor playground and came to another black building. The soil here was thick and the atmosphere was depressing.

"This is where unusual prisoners are held. Dalton is in the prison here." The warden wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained to everyone.

A prison guard stepped forward, took out the key, removed the heavy iron lock and the chain that was wrapped around several circles, opened the door and let the group in.

There was darkness and shadows everywhere, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire prison.

The prison hall is a square structure with about five or six platforms, and there are dozens of guards patrolling back and forth on each platform.

Rusty iron doors are lined up on the earthen wall, with only a small square opening and a doorplate left on each door.

The warden led everyone up to the third floor and walked to one of the iron doors.

He signaled the prison guards to open the iron gate, and then invited everyone from SCO to enter.

Holmes and Joshua looked at the warden in confusion, then looked at each other, as if they saw the answer in each other's eyes.

Holmes shook his head, motioning Joshua to keep silent and continue walking.

Dalton had two thick chains tied around his hands and feet, and an animal bite mask on his mouth, which was made of leather inside and pure silver outside.

When he saw Holmes and Joshua, his blood vessels bulged and his eyes turned red.

Dalton roared, and rushed towards them using his hands and feet, but bumped his head against the glass in front of him.