Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 272 - 271 The Prayer

Chapter 272: Chapter 271: The Prayer

Chapter 272 -271: The Prayer

“No way, even in this remote corner people know your name? Demon… you’re pretty good at marketing yourself,” Ailuodi glanced at Chaoyang.

Leisk had grown accustomed to such remarks; he had long noticed the deep connection between these two, especially after experiencing another world. They might both be spokespeople for the Paradise Master.

Chaoyang, surprised yet somewhat excited, knew this was the first deal in a new realm—unlike those vague prayers that crossed the seas, this voice was clear and distinct, almost allowing him to pinpoint the prayer’s location based on the direction it came from.

“If you truly exist, please give me a sign… I am willing to pay any price, just to escape this damned place…”

Chaoyang closed his eyes and listened for a while, confirming that the other party should be to the north, no more than five hundred meters from here.

“Are you going?” Ailuodi looked at him.

“Mhm, I also want to find out how people here know about the Paradise Sect,” Chaoyang replied.

“Then we should put on our cloaks,” Leisk took garments out of his backpack, “I’ve been in many places, and experience tells me that the best way to hide oneself in an unfamiliar place is to go with the flow. The nights in this city are so calm that it’s somewhat conspicuous for us to walk on the streets.”

Although Chaoyang could nearly render himself invisible with a demon’s disguise ability, he had no way to make the other two disappear as well, so physical concealment still had its uses. After draping themselves in black cloaks, the three emerged from the alley and moved northward, staying within the shadows cast by the streets.

Just as they had heard, there were almost no pedestrians, and all the houses were tightly shut—a rarity for a residential area in the industrial era. Before long, a grey-brown city wall materialized in the distance, its parapets lined with many fire torches. Under this flickering light, they could see armored individuals pacing back and forth, and many strange black shadows drifting below.

They then heard voices.

Very faint and intermittent, like the sound of sandpaper scraping.

Only when they got closer did Chaoyang realize it was some kind of low crying.

There was not only crying but also moaning and wailing… though the volume was suppressed to a whisper as if squeezed out from the throat.

More than one person crying? In this public place?

Leisk’s frown deepened—inconsistent with his adolescent appearance.

The three slipped through the shadows cast by the houses and silently approached within a hundred meters of the city wall before finding a secluded spot to peer towards the light.

Angel couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

They finally realized what the shaking shadows below the city wall were.

All of them were hanged people.

Some were already rotting, while others seemed freshly dead, men and women, old and young, the number probably around a hundred. This clearly exceeded the scope of executions, obviously serving as intimidation or a show of force.

Wasn’t this a proper border city, and not some bandit stronghold? Although small and remote, it was still governed by Kingdom law and ruled by an Earl, a civilized land. When had it turned into a massive execution ground?

The Panlogical Machine hadn’t mentioned any of this!

“Those cages… are they holding people?” Ailuodi whispered.

Chaoyang saw too, the city’s outskirts were surrounded by huge iron cages, typically only seen in zoos to confine wild beasts. But at that moment, most of the cages were packed with people, the number so great that it left very little space inside. Those rustling cries came from these individuals.

Outside the cages stood fully-armed soldiers.

It seemed they were judging the people inside the cages.

Soon, the other side confirmed this suspicion—a figure resembling an officer read a list of charges, and then the surrounding soldiers rushed forward, dragged a prisoner out of a cage, bound him tightly with hemp rope, then hoisted him into the air on a noose.

The condemned trembled suddenly.

On the side of the street, some residents were watching. Because of the distance, their expressions could not be made out, but this group did not clap and cheer, nor did they raise their arms in protest. The silent atmosphere was very eerie, reminiscent to Chaoyang of the hyenas on the African savannah—they too would sit in lines, utterly silent, patiently waiting for their turn to feast after the lions had eaten their fill.

“Is the one praying to the Paradise Master also in the cage?” Leisk realized this tricky question.

“That should be the case.”

Chaoyang had already seen the prayer by following the link of wishing power—a man, about 35 years old, seemingly not visibly tortured, but pale, hunched over in a corner of the cage, hugging his knees and repeating his plea, so mentally distraught it was unclear whether it was prayer or unconscious muttering.

Fortunately, demons do not care about that.

As long as there is a demand, they will contribute the value of wishing power.

Of course, this person’s wishing power was also very weak, not even half that of Judy’s. From the meagerness of the wishing power, it was clear the person was as ordinary as could be. If this had been in Magnificent Castle, Chaoyang would not have individually responded to such meager prayers.

But since this was the first target customer in the Old Continent, he might as well take the loss.

“What do you two think?” Chaoyang turned to look at his partners.

“It depends on why that person is caged,” Ailuodi said succinctly, “If he’s a criminal, then he deserves it. If not, then he shouldn’t be treated this way.”

“But no matter what we do, won’t we conflict with these soldiers?” Leisk looked troubled, “Without the lord’s permission, they wouldn’t dare to do such a thing openly… According to our earlier plan, we still need to deal with the local ruler…”

“From your serious expression just now, I thought you’d be in favor of taking action,” Chaoyang said, surprised raising his eyebrows.

Leisk closed his eyes, “But acting now, we can only save one or two people, while the plans of the Paradise Sect could protect thousands. As a watcher of the Mist God, we will always choose the latter.”

In the past, he had faced such choices countless times.

Summoning the mist would engulf tens of thousands of lives.

But without summoning it, the whole world would fall into despair and death.

“You don’t need to consider their opinions because you have the power to do anything you wish.” Shi Yin spoke directly to him this time, “Divinities never compromise. The more resolute your consciousness, the more the world will obey your commands.”

“Is your origin the same?” Chaoyang asked curiously.

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“No.”

His answer caused Chaoyang to pause slightly, “Then you’re talking nonsense!”

“The Latter Gods need consciousness to change the world, whereas the Primordial Gods themselves are the rules of the world.” Shi Yin looked at Chaoyang as if looking at a hick.

This Slime actually managed to mimic vivid expressions.

Chaoyang rolled his eyes, “My thought is, if that poor soul praying to the Paradise Master gets chosen, then we take action. And if it’s just one person, Ailuodi can manage it without causing too much commotion.”

The Angel nodded.

“If he’s not chosen, then we’ll wait until deep in the night when he’s asleep, and I’ll find out exactly why he was put in there.”

That way, he could communicate directly with the person through the Dream Entering Technique without any physical contact.